I sent home permission forms to all the Kindergarten parents asking them to let me use their son’s data in my Action Research Project.
Also, in case you don’t know the reason for my research is to investigate the outcome of teaching social skills strategies practiced through play activities to address a child’s social needs at school. So, through my hope is through these mini-lessons, the boys will choose classroom behaviors that promote learning and achievement for everyone. I will meet with the boys in small groups to practice these social skills through play activities.
It took me so long to send these home because I was/am afraid parents will say no. My fear originated from a few parents not giving permission for their son to participate in the New Knight Lunch Bunch. And in my mind who wouldn’t want their son to participate in that??
Well, here is what they don’t tell you in Grad School . . . parents say no, it’s nothing against you or your program, they just say no. Let go and let God!
So, I was brave and sent those permission forms home. Everyone please say a little prayer that 80-90% come back saying YES.
I also have to share this hilarious story with you (and yes I’m sure it’s one of those stories that is only funny because I was there witnessing/actively involved in it).
I went to dance at So Real Dance Studio. Seriously, click on the link, go to the website, and just watch the video on their home page. Doing those 3 steps may help you understand my story a bit better.
Okay so I attended class there Friday night with my HSC (Houston Stallions Cheerleader) pal Jackie. We decided to take So Real’s Jazz/Funk and Hip Hop classes. First of all, Jazz/Funk in my mind was some serious, dirty hip hop and their Hip Hop class was some serious non-white girl, dirty, swag hip hop. So, all in all this blonde hair white girl stuck out like a sore thumb.
Let’s do a little math. There were about 20-25 people in class. 5 of which were white, 2 of which were white girls, 1 of which was blonde . . . yep ME! Yep I was the whitest girl and yes I lacked the most swag.
Especially since the hip hop I normally do looks like this. Seriously, watch it and compare the two videos! It’s impossible to compare, hence the suck factor that was my dancing on Friday night.
I’m telling you I was out danced by a 6 year old boy! This boy probably walks around his Kindergarten class telling his peeps that he don’t listen to no stinkin’ Kidz Bop. Also, I’m pretty sure at age 6, this kid is already a ladies man. If it wasn’t against the rules at So Real, I would have videoed him to prove my point. And actually, assuming he is in Kindergarten, I want him in my research study!
Anyways. let’s fast forward.
Remember how I told you I woke up with a sore throat Friday am? Well, yes I know going to two hours worth of serious hip hopping was not helping matters, but I woke up Saturday with a fever. I sat at home for as long as I could, but was destined to get out for a manicure.
And I know I shouldn’t be out running around with a fever, but I couldn’t help myself.
Today, has been filled with homework and coffee.
They recommend that you have a study buddy. Well here is mine:
I wanted to show you a little bit about what me, as student looks like.
Mainly it looks like trying my very best to keep this perfectionist organized.
1. I like to make lists.
2. I like to cross things off.
3. I like to highlight as I read.
4. I then have to go back through the chapter as the professor is lecturing to write in pencil extra notes.
5. And to make it a permanent fixture in my brain, I go back for a third time and outline the chapter.
With three classes on the board this FINAL semester, I organize all my documents on my flash drive.
So, I guess this work-avoidance/blogging session should probably come to an end, so that I can finishing studying my foreign language/descriptive statistics.
Pretty much all I’ve gotten out of it so far is mean, median, and mode, which is also the extent to which 3rd graders understand statistics, so I pretty much have a load of work to do . . .
Happy restful Sunday all!