All teachers know it… The light bulb moment. The exact moment when all of your hard work pays off because you can see the light switch on in the eyes of your student. The “I’ve Got It!” look. The “Oooohhhhh…now I understand” expression. I am not sure what causes this to happen for some students or why it takes longer for some to finally get there, but it is one of the best payoffs in the world of a teacher. Better than dare I say…the paycheck.
However, as wonderful as the light bulb moment seems, I have found another moment as equally as satisfying. The smile. The smile that creeps on the faces of my students as they watch their completed digital stories appear on their screens in full viewing mode. The moment they see their creative writing combined with music and real images is unbelievably fulfilling.
That happened to me a couple of weeks ago in the computer lab. As the kids were finally done searching for images on Microsoft.com, putting them in order to coincide with their stories, double checking transitions, recording, rerecording, and recording AGAIN to achieve their desired fluencies, the time came to insert their background music. That was when the smiles started to appear around the lab. Since they each wear a set of headphones, I don’t know what music they choose while we are working. I can just see the smile and the heads bobbing. Then more clicking with the mouse. Another smile, head bob and finally a hand shoot in the air indicating the readiness to publish. Once the program runs its course and puts the elements together into a movie-like story, the students can view the finished project on full screen. It is the easily the best part of my job!
I am SO looking forward to doing the digital storytelling workshop in November at ROE #11 in Charleston. It is one of my all time favorite workshops to conduct. So many times the exact same light bulb/smiling moment is experienced by the teachers in that session. It is amazing to see them realize the power of the digital story! And we love to show our examples for ALL grade levels and subject areas. This is not an “elementary” thing!
Please be sure to visit http://www.mrsssmith.com/ and click on student showcase. My students’ first digital stories are “Nothing Ever Happens at North Ward”.

I saw it…in a classroom on the first day of student attendance. The empty wide mouth glass container with the label “Marble Jar” scotch-taped to the side. And it reminded me of the “Incentive” slide in our SMARTBoard: “What’s It Good For Anyway?” presentation. We try to incorporate the use of the SMARTBoard into every imaginable facet of the teaching day, including the use of the marble jar. Or in this case to replace the use of the marble jar. But before I go any further, I must step back in time a bit. You see, we recently did a full day SMARTBoard training in a southern IL Catholic school. Mom had been looking forward to this training all last spring. (They booked us early). She taught for quite a few years in a small Catholic school and refers to her time there as “The Golden Years”. The strong parent-support, the church community and various self-contained groups of 8th graders all contributed to wonderful teaching experiences. So having this opportunity to go back to her roots (so to speak) for a day of SMARTBoard training was right up her alley. As we pulled into the black iron-gated and perfectly manicured grounds of the school, I couldn’t help but to be impressed. And it only got better. The school was old..and I mean O-L-D. I am not sure what year it was built, but it reminded me a lot of the 4th grade school that I attended in the 
9.) A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban
My niece, Allison, came into our lives thirty years ago. She has provided us with a glimpse of another world that we can’t begin to understand, only because we are limited in both our intellect and ability to “see” things the way she does. As a child, Allison “danced with the fairies” and was lost in thoughts that we could only wish to share with her. She was first diagnosed with significant developmental delays with “islands of ability” or possible “childhood schizophrenia”. When Allison was five, her pediatrician called my sister, Diana, at work. He had just returned from attending a conference in California and was very excited to have found an “answer”. Allison eventually was “labeled” autistic, and was placed in special classes in schools in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Diana worked as a political consultant at the state and federal levels, and used any and all connections she had to educate herself on autism. She became an officer in the Autism Society of America, and became proactive in securing the best help to enable Allison to become all she could be. Eventually we learned that Allison’s symptoms were best described as Asperger’s Syndrome, and she was not only very high functioning, but had an IQ that was far above anyone else in our family. When she was twelve, Allison described to me a book that she was reading about “parallel universes” in terms I could understand. My “Allison Stories” include finding piles of miniature notebook pages under her bed with hieroglyphics of different thoughts and messages filling each page, all easily translated by her at the age of eight. On a visit I took her to buy a bathing suit, and she absolutely needed the black one-piece with a huge beautiful sequined pineapple filling the front. How could I refuse? She loved nothing more than to sit in front of the television under a huge open golf umbrella watching Comedy Central and laughing with the audience. Her humor is quick, dry, and catches you off-guard bringing you to your knees. She has been to “Burning Man”, belonged to a tango club, belly-dances, and has taken Diana and me on a trip to southern France for the “Gathering of the Gypsies”. On our trip to Paris, her first request was to go to the cemetery to see the grave of Jim Morrison. On our trip through the Louvre, she was our personal guide. Just this past Sunday her post on Facebook read, 





I had to title this blog Reflections #1 since there is no way I will be able to pack everything into one post. Also I am habitually the type of person that looks back at presentations and conversations wishing I could add or tweek something. I know, I know…get some counseling already! So, in order to allow myself some more time to think back through the past week at NECC, I have set myself up to post a series of reflections. 

