Author Archives: Michael Brown

About Michael Brown

I am an Elementary School teacher in the state of Washington. I enjoy writing, bird-watching, working in the garden, photography, and spending time with my family.

Angry Kids, Mean Kids

When I was in school I would have never thought of treating a teacher disrespectfully. Even when I was in those angsty teen years when supposedly it’s expected that you test your limits and pull away from your parents I think I had decent relationships with adults. I could be wrong.

I do remember thinking, “I have better, more sensible ideas.” But if I expressed them I did it without scorn.

We all had teachers we thought were boring or bad, right? And we all had favorite teachers. The strange thing is, sometimes those people are one and the same. One student’s guru is another student’s insomnia cure.

And so it is with me. Some of my students seem to genuinely enjoy my class. Others seem to be there just going through the motions. A few make their contempt for me very plain. The latter are concentrated in two of my five classes.

Complicating matters is the behavioral philosophy du moment: Restorative Practices.

Now, our district is embracing this idea. Don’t get me wrong, I believe it is a great thing. But as in many practices, it should be well planned ahead of time, with all supports in place before you roll it out. The cart should follow the horse.

The basic idea starts with relationship building, and continues with helping students develop skills for dealing with conflicts, anger, etc.

For most students, it won’t really change much about their day to day experience in school. It’s for the troubled students who are likely to drop out at some point. The goal is to give them a reason to keep coming to school.

In practice, if you have a student who tends to disrupt class regularly you’re supposed to have a plan in place to give him or her an out short of being excluded from class. The problem is when no such plan exists, or supporting staff isn’t available. You can’t just say, “Okay, we’re doing Restorative Practices now. Ready? Go!”

I try to treat all my students respectfully. I put up with a great deal of disrespectful behavior, but a line needs to be drawn when the behavior disrupts students’ ability to learn, and a teacher’s ability to direct learning. Educational leaders need to make sure disruptive students are not disruptive, or find another setting for them. I feel bad for the students who have many adverse conditions in their lives. I give them plenty of room to make mistakes. But their rights should not trump all others’ rights.


I don’t remember ever sitting in a class and thinking, “This is boring.” I certainly wouldn’t have said it out loud. I do remember classmates saying it. Just thinking about why.


Redundant Much?

Venting time. This morning I got a phone call from the school office. “I need you to go in to TAC and enter your grades! It was supposed to be done two days ago!” Okay. I made a few clicks and it was done. The problem is that I had to do it.

What’s going on is that we have two computer systems for grades, an old one and a new one. Eschool is the old, Schoology is the new. We enter our grades in Schoology, but Eschool is used for grade reporting. Ultimately, I believe Schoology is supposed to be used for both, but in the meantime, teachers must intervene in order to allow the two systems to talk to each other. When it is time for interim progress reports, we have a window of time to make the aforementioned clicks. If you miss the window, people get anxious.

The thing that bugs me the most is that with Schoology, parents have real time, 24/7 access to their child’s grades, assignments, missing work, etc. Can’t figure out why we bother with the progress reports at all. I do understand that not everyone has home Internet access, but that doesn’t mean no Internet access anywhere. Even my poorest kids seem to have better smart phones than I do.

Stress and Sadness

I just learned of the suicide of a second teacher in our district in under three months. I had actually worked with this individual my first two years in the district.

Supposedly, teachers in general have a low rate of suicide. I know this is anecdotal, and not a trend, yet. But the stress of the job is very real. My workplace situation remains much better than at my previous school. Still, there is stress dealing with specific situations.

I am sad for those who took their lives, but we don’t know for sure what motivated them to do so.


I’m white.

This does not include “Low Confidence Regions.”

Don’t get much whiter. That “Europe West” includes a lot of German.

I’m not a white-supremacist however. I consider myself a no-supremacist. Everyone should be treated as equals. No, I’m not saying I always live up to that principle. My life has been a long evolution to this point, and I hope to continue to evolve to the day I die.

As a teacher I am acutely aware of race. I cannot consciously treat any student differently due to race, gender, gender/sexual identity, religion, political views, or any other diverse quality. But that hasn’t stopped people from thinking that I have done so, and that really hurts.

Every year there are students whose behavior is challenging. Many are white like me. Some aren’t. I always have a lot of students who cause me no trouble whatsoever. Many are white like me. Some aren’t.

When I’m dealing with disruptive behavior in class, it always feels different if the student is African-American. I can feel my anxiety level rising, my chest tightening, or queasiness. It’s because I’ve had trouble once before. While there was no direct accusation, the insinuation that I was treating a student differently because of who he was, was very real. The fact was, the student and his white buddies were very disruptive and disrespectful, and I treated them no differently.

More than a decade ago, our district was sued by some African-American families. The accusation was systemic racism. As a result of the settlement, all staff had annual diversity training, and the district hired a person to head up an office to work on equity.

I hadn’t known of the lawsuit until after it was settled. But some time later I learned that I had had at least one student from a family involved in the suit. I had gone to one of his pee wee football games. He was in my class the year I had Olympic Gold Medalist “Sugar” Ray Seales visit my class. I think I still have a picture of the student holding the gold medal somewhere.

I was not one of the teachers who had to testify in the lawsuit. Nobody ever talked to me or interviewed me about it. I had a good relationship with the family. I have good relationships with most families. But I still feel anxious when dealing with negative behavior of students who are African-American.

Why I Hate Football

Football is perhaps the most American of sports. It’s true that baseball is known as The American Pasttime, but it is played at a very high level in parts of Asia and Latin America. Many other countries have competitive Olympic basketball teams and have citizens playing in the NBA. And while football IS played in other countries, its popularity and level of play in the United States is approached perhaps only across our northern border by the Canadian Football League.

Like many, I grew up watching football. My dad attended West Point, and the Army-Navy game was an annual event in our house. My brother attended Texas A&M, another school with a strong history and tradition in football. I remember listening to University of Washington games on the radio with my dad while we worked in the yard. That was in the days of Sonny Sixkiller. Pre-Seahawks I became a fan of the Miami Dolphins in the Griese-Csonka era. In the early days of the Seahawks I was a fan. I had to put up with my college roommate from Wyoming who was a Broncos fan. He referred to our team as the Sea-squawks.

In 1983, the Seahawks made it into the playoffs for the first time. Curt Warner was one of the best running backs in the NFL, Dave Krieg took over at QB from Jim Zorn, and Kenny Easley was feared by opposing receivers. I had a date with the TV on Sundays.

But somewhere along the way disillusionment began to set in. I don’t think I can pinpoint any one thing that soured me on football. It’s most likely an accumulation of things to the point I finally said “enough.”

It probably started in 1987 with Brian Bosworth and the NFL strike. Bosworth didn’t want to play for the Seahawks, but eventually signed a record-setting rookie contract. The behavior of some of the striking players was pretty awful, including a couple who brought shotguns to the picket line. I do understand the underlying issues which forced the strike, but behavior is important.

But the final nail in the coffin for me is CTE. Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy. The brain trauma which led Junior Seau to take his own life a number of years ago. And there have been other victims. Not just the players, but their families.

I was never a fan of Seau or his team, but I found the story of his death heartbreaking. Suicide is never easy for the survivors, but for some reason this just seemed worse to me. A highly paid athlete whose death was caused by the sport he loved, but not while actually playing.

Sorry football fans, but I truly hate football.

Accidents Will Happen. But Not So Much If People Follow the Rules.

An intersection near our house has experienced a number of severe accidents. Two within a ten day period a year ago.

March 10, 2017 accident

Both occurred during rush hour. The city has since put up a sign prohibiting anything but a right turn between 3 and 6 p.m.

March 1, 2017 accident

Unfortunately it is pretty much completely disregarded. A stream of cars is passing by our house right now, and I guarantee very few will be turning right when they get to the stop sign.

We moved into our house in August 2001. It didn’t take long before I decided that same intersection was dicey at best. Since then I’ve never done anything but make right turns there, no matter the time of day.

What’s with people?

I have not been aware of accidents in the past year. But there hadn’t been many in the previous 15 years or so either. It’s not safe. Period.

The World Game

Again, watching the Sounders play Santa Tecla of El Salvador tonight (on Univision BTW), I am struck by the international nature of the game. While the Seattle roster is dominated by Americans, it has representatives from every continent, excluding Antarctica of course.

And when did you ever see an NFL or NBA team play a team from a small Central American country? I think soccer is a great equalizer in the world of sports.

My Gun(s)

I have a gun. I shot it once. It’s a 9mm Luger pistol from WWII. I don’t know its complete history, other than my Uncle brought it home from the war and gave it to my dad. I’d guess there are pretty good odds it was used to kill someone, or many someones.

When I was a kid, and my dad showed it to me, I thought it was “cool” looking. I thought about it often, and wanted to hold it, or show it off to friends. I don’t think dad had any ammunition for it. Later, my brother had it, and bought ammo for it. I think he even did some target shooting with it. Then it got passed on to me.

Now I want it out of the house. If an immediate family member wants it they can have it. Otherwise I’ll see if a military museum wants it.

We also had a .22 rifle in the house. I believe it had belonged to my brother. No ammo for that either, but I got to do target shooting at scout camp with similar rifles. I think I did okay at that, not sniper material, but okay.

We weren’t a hunting family and we didn’t ever live in the country. Our outdoor activities were hiking, bird watching, gardening, and a little camping. That I am aware of, nobody in my immediate family has so much as had a weapon pointed at them, except possibly during military service. And I’ve always wondered how it would play out if I walked around with a pistol under my coat, and a guy walked up and pointed a gun at me. Would I outdraw him like in a Hollywood western? I mean really?

So, let’s talk about the Second Amendment. “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

What are arms? “weapons and ammunition; armaments.” Let that stew for a minute. Essentially, that’s everything the military has that can cause death and destruction. Would you be okay with surface to air missiles available to the general public? You know, something that can knock a commercial airliner out of the sky? A Stinger missile apparently costs about $38,000. Not in the price range for all of us, but the wealthy could stockpile them. Or maybe a private militia. But I don’t think we are allowed to own them. Or at least there are a lot of regulations with hoops to jump through before you can get one. Huh. What a concept.

How about chemical weapons? Anyone think those should be in the hands of a libruhl like me?

I guess my point is, these things are difficult to obtain. So why is something like an AR-15 so easy to buy?


Not too long ago, some Republican pol stated that he essentially didn’t believe that retirement should be a thing. I don’t remember who it was, but he was trying to defend the idea of cutting Social Security and Medicare. I think he even tried to defend his thinking with Biblical context. You just work until you die.

The problem is that more and more it seems as if it’s work that won’t be a thing. Good paying jobs are becoming increasingly scarce due to the rapid development of technology. So, what happens when high unemployment becomes the norm?

Recently, we’ve been hearing more and more about the concept of “universal basic income.” As I understand it, all Americans would receive a regular payment which would be enough to meet basic needs: shelter, clothing, food, basic utilities, etc. I assume this would come from tax revenue.


Yes, taxes.

“Well, who’s going to pay these taxes?” you say.

My answer? Those who have benefited the most from putting people out of work. The corporations, their wealthiest shareholders, et al should have higher taxes. Tax revenue will have to increase a huge amount to cover a program like this.

Of course, the right will scream, “socialism!” Yes it is. Won’t it be ironic that capitalism caused it’s necessity?