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Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Birdbox: Beginning the School Year Blindfolded - February 26, 2025

 



“Uuummm…why do we need a blindfold for the back to school faculty meeting?”


I could see the fear and terror in her eyes as she asked. A sinister feeling began bubbling up throughout my body, fermenting in my gut. My legs became shaky with excitement. I knew that I had her, the anticipation, the trepidation, was eating at her, and as much as she was looking forward to the start of our 24/25 school year, she was dreading those first hours together. 


As a sly half smile began to rise towards my right ear, I finally responded as I saw beads of sweat begin to form on her suntanned brow. 


“Because. Are you scared?” 


After she let out a deep sigh, threw her hands up to the sky and then back towards the ground, she said with a hesitant, nervous laugh, “No, I just don’t know why we would need a blindfold for a faculty meeting!” 


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Being an elementary school principal for the past thirteen years, I’ve always viewed faculty meetings as an opportunity to engage our staff with lessons that were out of the box, collaborative, and FUN! I know I can’t stand it, when I literally can’t stand because I’m bolted to a seat, in a meeting that lasts hours, so why would I ever expect that from the amazing educators I get to serve daily? While all of the activities I provide at our monthly faculty meetings are geared towards our staff and whatever topic we are diving into that day; data analysis, discussing hot topics in education, or problem solving, my goal is to use an activity that will engage them, making them forget they are spending a contractual hour or two after school, and find a way to make the activity their own and bring it back to their students. 


A successful faculty meeting begins days, sometimes weeks before it actually happens. Like any harvest, the seeds need to be planted and time needs to pass. Two weeks before our back to school faculty meeting was to take place, I sent out our “Welcome Back” email to staff. In it, I mentioned that for our faculty meeting portion of Institute Day One, all staff needed to bring a blindfold, and if someone didn’t bring one, I would provide one. That’s it, nothing more and nothing less to explain. One responsibility for Opening Day, bring your own blindfold. 


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Opening Day for the 24/25 School Year has finally arrived! The day began with our entire district meeting in the middle school gym for an opening address from our superintendent, district admin, and keynote speaker. Throughout the morning, before everything kicked off and everyone was mingling, many staff came up to me and referenced the need for a blindfold. Each time, that sly half-smile would begin to raise towards my right ear. Each time it was brought up, I always responded the same. I would look towards the ground, then slowly lift my head up, stopping when our eyes met and locked. “You’ll see.” 


After a morning together at our district’s middle school, everyone grabbed a box lunch provided from our gracious board of education, and had about an hour to eat and get back to our campus. Once I got back to our building, I sprinted to my office and scarfed down my sandwich and chips like a stray dog who is enjoying their first meal in their newly adopted forever home. As I walked to our LRC (Learning Resource Center) I had a little skip in my step and a smile that reached from ear to ear. I love our faculty meetings. I love the anticipation leading up to them, the fun, friendly tension as everyone tries to come up with their own solution as to what we are going to be doing. 


As staff began to file into the room they were greeted by smiles and a mix of the top ‘90’s alternative hits playing. I noticed that some staff had scarves and headbands, while others had sleeping masks, and yet some had no hint of bringing a blindfold. After running through the welcome back spiel, introduction of new staff, my personal goals for the school year, I stopped, looked over the playing field for my hyped up activity, and asked, “Does everyone have a blindfold?”


Many reluctantly said they did, in which I replied with a puzzled look on my face as my eyebrows resembled Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s famous look from the squared circle, “Really, cuz I don’t see everyone having one.” 


At that point, almost everyone that did not have their blindfold in plain sight reached into the deep abyss of their purse, pocket, or portfolio and produced a blindfold. Only two staff admitted they did not have one. That sinister, half smile began rising towards my right ear, and I showed them what I would provide for a blindfold, a white, cotton mask provided by the government when students and staff returned back from the Pandemic. If you’re wondering what it looked like, imagine a female sanitary napkin that can wrap around your ears to be held to your face. One staff member quickly lept from their seat and flew out of the LRC, only to return within seconds with what could be used as a blindfold. 


“Alright, I need everyone to get into the group based on the number of their playing cards. I’ve mixed two decks together so we will have some groups of more than four. Find a table or area your group can get around to work collaboratively. And bring nothing but your blindfold with.” After stating the instructions like the host of a reality game show, I gave staff about 72 seconds to get to their area of their choosing. Once I saw groups claim their space, I walked over and placed a string of yarn on their playing area. Once everyone had their turf, I continued with the instructions. 


“Who has seen the movie Birdbox with Sandra Bullock on Netflix? Can someone who has seen it please give an elevator trailer for those who haven’t?” After being provided the synopsis of Birdbox from one of our social workers, the spotlight was back on me. 

“So what we’re going to do is everyone is going to put their blindfolds on and as a team, I need each group to create a perfect square, a box, while blindfolded. Once you think you have it, get my attention and I will come by to get a picture and assess your progress. Everyone got it? Blindfolds on!  Now go!”


Each group quickly got to work. Some dove right into beginning to create their box, while others talked about their approach and strategy. As I scaffolded the room, checking on everyone’s progress, not one person seemed to be cheating by not using their blindfold correctly. 


The ‘90’s alternative hits were silenced and the air now permeated with laughter. Teamwork was abundant as every group wanted to create the perfect box. Many of the groups called out my name to signify they were complete while others just yelled with laughter. One group all through their hands up into the sky, only to have their box fall apart into a circular-rectangular-squiggly shape. “You don’t have a box anymore once you let go! What were you thinking?” I got out through my own laughter, which only was fuel to enhance theirs louder and heartier. 


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The Birdbox activity served the purpose of creating a fun, engaging, and friendly competitive atmosphere while building teamwork with staff that may not normally work with one another. We also discussed that while every group essentially completed the Birdbox challenge, some had more perfect squares than others, some took longer to reach their end goal, every group took a different approach, and each individual had a crucial role in Birdbox where each team needed to rely on and trust their members. 


When you take the blindfold off it sounds pretty similar to what ingredients lead to a successful classroom. 


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Wednesday, January 6, 2021

PRISM - #OneWord2021 - January 6, 2021

 PRISM 
#OneWord2021
By, Michael Earnshaw
January 6, 2021
@MikeREarnshaw




PRISM - noun - a glass or other transparent object in prism form, especially one that is triangular with refracting surfaces at an acute angle with each other and that separates white light into a spectrum of colors.

2021 will be my third year adopting the #OneWord approach to improving myself throughout the 365 days rather than setting unrealistic resolutions. For my #OneWord 2019, I went with BELIEVE and left my comfort zones, both personally and professionally, more so than I ever even dreamed! If it wasn’t for BELIEVING, I would never have begun writing and sharing it with the world, speaking at educational conferences, or talking about two of my loves, Punk Rock and Education with my brother Josh Buckley on our podcast Punk Rock Classrooms. By living 2019 through the word BELIEVE I was able to move myself to be the husband, father, educator, leader, and the person I knew I was destined to be but had always lacked the confidence to get there. 

Building off the momentum from 2019, 2020 started off amazing! I was flowing through the first few months, just like the word I had chosen to live by, WATER. I was able to break down even more barriers that stood in my way to make me better and stronger to help inspire others to work together to change our world for the better. By adopting WATER as my #OneWord2020 I was able to accomplish a goal that I have had since elementary school, to have a book of my own published. In January of 2020, I am proud to say that I was able to sign a contract with Edumatch and will be able to share the EduCulture Cookbook: Recipes and Dishes to Positively Transform School and Classroom Culture in the Spring/Summer of 2021! 

Everything was on track for 2020 to be one of my best years yet! WATER was freely flowing and I was living my best life until a dam was built out of nowhere. The WATER was stopped and everything in my life began to overflow and flood out in every aspect. At first, I felt that the Covid-19 Pandemic was to blame for building a dam that was stopping my positive flow, but after months of living through a non-stop flood, I realized that it was me that had built the dam. 

I was seeing the world through one lens. Everything that was happening, school shutdowns, quarantines, no toilet paper on the shelves, I only saw the negative in every situation. This had a horrible effect on me to be the leader my staff and students deserve, the husband my wife chose to spend the rest of her life with, and most importantly, the strong father my kids needed. My self-care slowly declined. Runs and weight lifting sessions were sporadic, I’d be lucky to get in two a week. Diet, I guess if you mean eating everything and anything I wanted. I wasn’t reading, wasn’t connecting with my crew, my PLN, and spending way too much time just zoning out in front of the TV every night with nothing good fueling my body. 

Whenever something went wrong at home or school it wasn’t my fault, it had to be someone else’s. All of the goals I had set for the year were put on hold because the Pandemic wasn’t allowing me to reach them. I became depressed and self-destructive but of course, it wasn’t my fault, there just wasn’t any other way, it’s because of the Pandemic, right? 

I only saw the world, my world, through my eyes. 

I chose the word PRISM for my #OneWord2021 because I now understand that everything I mentioned above was because of me. I chose to use the Pandemic as an excuse. I wasn’t taking responsibility for my actions and took the easy way out. It took many months living through this to understand I was the cause of my own struggles, but I am grateful to have found see the light from a different lens. 

I chose the word PRISM because of the simple, yet awe-inspiring job they do. PRISMS bring in one bland ray of light, one view, one perspective, but project a plethora of beauty, colors, and a rainbow of amazement out of the other side. PRISMS help us to see more than what is there, other perspectives, alternate avenues. PRISMS help us to see that there’s more than meets the eye, that there is light in the darkness, beauty in catastrophe. 

PRISMS help us to see that there is so much to be grateful for even amidst our world being flipped upside down. 

I will live 2021 looking for the light when everything around me is dark and bland. I will continue to BELIEVE and flow like WATER, and that will lead me to the rainbows that surround us all of the time. I will stop only seeing my ray of light, I will listen more than I speak. I will show gratitude daily because there is so much beauty that has come out of this pandemic and to truly move forward we mustn’t revert to how things were.

I will see the beauty in every situation. 

I will see the beauty in others. 

I will see the beauty in myself. 


Wednesday, November 4, 2020

High Cholesterol - November 3, 2020

 High Cholesterol
By, Michael Earnshaw
@MikeREarnshaw
November 3, 2020



“I’m sorry man, I know how hard you worked to lower it,” was the text that came through from my brother-in-law. I thought about it for a while before responding. 

I turned 40 in March of 2020. The day before my birthday I visited my doctor. I’m not one to visit regularly, I know, I’ve already heard it from my wife, but this visit was warranted. Something came up I needed to get it checked out (and since this blog isn’t about that situation I’ll let you know everything for the visit came out fine). Being as I hadn’t been to the doctor in about three years he wanted me to get some bloodwork done, especially since I was turning 40. I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary, I’ve always been a healthy guy. 

My watch started vibrating, alerting me that I had a call coming in. A name didn’t pop up, but I knew the number was the doctor’s office. I stealthily exited the class I was hanging out in and made my way to the nearest door to step outside on our playground and take the call. I answered just shy of making it to the door so I didn’t lose it. We went through the formalities and then I heard something I never could have expected. 

“Your cholesterol levels are very high and the doctor wants to speak with you about treatments.” 

A few days later I was back in his office being explained all of the differences between LDL, HDL, triglycerides, and how I had a lot of bad cholesterol but just enough good cholesterol that I wouldn’t drop dead any time soon. That’s good news I guess. 

“You’ve got two options, Michael, one, start medication and we test you in 6 months and see where your levels are at. Or two, you say you’re going to change your diet, limit alcohol, workout more, and then when you come back in six months, if your levels haven’t changed, you’re going on medication. No discussion,” were the choices my doctor handed me. 

I have never been a fan of medication, so I chose option two. 

Six months flew by. I got my labs redone, anxiously awaiting to hear the results. I felt that familiar vibration on my left wrist on a Friday while solving the World’s problems with my assistant principal. 

“So your LDL levels were higher than before. You’re going on 40 mg of Lipitor. We’ll have an order for your labs to be checked again in March.” This was spoken by my doctor’s nurse. My doctor didn’t even give me a call, no opportunity for a conversation, just like he promised. 

Now I’m not going to lie, I was a little upset by this news. I had made some adjustments to my diet, worked out as I usually did, and hoped the levels would lower and I could stay off meds. But as I reflected on the past six months I realized I could have done so much more. Instead of truly making the changes I knew I needed to make I found myself putting blame on “The Pandemic.” It was the pandemic’s fault I snacked on Flaming Hot Munchies each night. It was the pandemics fault I skipped a workout because of staying up later than I should have the night before. It was the pandemic’s fault I couldn’t get my cholesterol lowered by partaking all of the new healthy lifestyle changes I planned out in my head.

Excuses. That’s all it is. Too many times, when goals aren’t reached, I find myself blaming someone or something else. It makes it much easier to live with knowing the undesired result was out of my hands. But now I realize that is no way to live. That is not the message I want to send to my kids, my wife, staff, or students. I want to model that hard work pays off and we need to work towards our goals. And if the result isn’t what we hoped for we own it, make adjustments, and start again. 

I texted my brother-in-law back, “Haha, thanx man, but honestly, I could have done so much better. Luckily, it’s not too late. Time to make those changes now and hopefully get off the meds in 6 months. I’d rather rely on myself.” 


Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Change Begins with Me - June 3, 2020

Change Begins with Me

June 3, 2020

By, Michael Earnshaw

@EduChefEarnshaw



As an educator and father, I have always believed that I did a good job of teaching my own children about our world, the issues we face, and how to treat others. In the wake of tragic murder of George Floyd, the peaceful protests to bring awareness to the racism that still plagues our country, and the looting and destroying of local businesses, I realize I have not done a good job. Not even close. For this I am ashamed and feel I have let my children down. I need to smash the own distorted window that I have been trying to gaze through these last 40 years.

My window was finally shattered on Sunday, May 30, 2020. My wife and I were watching the 5:00 pm news. We sat close on the couch, phone screens locked and focused all of our attention to the scenes being reported. Some were peaceful protests full of chants, signs, and a message that America must come together to bring an end to racism. These scenes were scarce in the big picture. Many of what was being shown were storefront windows being shattered, vehicles pulling up right to the now open space created by a pipe dancing with the glass window, only to be filled with goods and products that were not paid for. We also saw buildings being set on fire, local family owned businesses being destroyed and ransacked. Many of these scenes were not even three miles from where we were sitting. “Dad, why are they doing that? Why are they breaking into stores and stealing and destroying?” my daughter whispered. I knew that she was not only curious, but overcome with fear. We’ve always kept our children away from many of the scenes the news plays. We don’t hide them from the truth, but there are many images and stories we feel they can be taught about from us and not how the media displays it for adult eyes. I looked at, grabbed her hand, and told her, “Babe, there’s just something going on in the world and people are upset. They are letting our government know that changes need to be made.” This wasn’t the time for me to go into details with my 8 year old daughter on why there was a mix of peaceful protests and looting. Why we needed justice for not only George Floyd, but all of the African Americans being subjected to racism still in 2020 solely because of the color of their skin. For those that lost their lives at the hands of a racist clothed in blue and a badge. Without hesitation my daughter responded. “Is it because that white police officer kneeled on George Floyd’s neck and killed him? Because George Floyd said he couldn’t breathe and the white police just kept doing it? That’s what people are saying on Tik Tok. I know it’s not right, why would he do that?” My heart was shattered. My innocent 8 year old daughter knew more about the horrific situation from her social media platforms than I thought. This was her news. These were her questions. And it is time that I follow the mission I lead by.
I knew in that moment that it was time to no longer hide the true realities of our world from my children. They already know what is going on, whether I share the information with them or not. As an educator, as a father, it is my responsibility to inform them, teach them, and empower them. This all begins with me. I have finally opened my eyes. I have self-reflected on these issues and I must learn, alongside my country, my neighbor, my children, how to be a force, a voice, to bring an end to racism in our country. It is my responsibility, as a white male, to be honest about my faults, my mistakes, my wrongs not only with those I serve but my children and most importantly, myself. I truly believe in my heart that my children, your children, OUR children, are the catalyst that will bring about true change in our world. There is no way this is going to happen if we are not honest with them about the racism that still infects so much of our country. It is our duty to learn ourselves first and then teach them so they are that force empowered and determined to change this world. That is never going to happen if we don’t begin with ourselves.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

My Friends Look Out for Me Like Family - October 2, 2019

My Friends Look Out for Me Like Family 
By, Michael Earnshaw 
October 2, 2019
@mearnshaw158 

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Growing up I never truly felt like I belonged. I had friends, we hung out, had good times, but I always felt like an outcast. 
 Sports were out of the question. I tried baseball. T-ball in kindergarten, did ok until coach pitch began. 1st grade I played Little League. I can sum up that season with a comment from one of the umpires. I was trembling as I approached home plate, mentally preparing myself for my best statue impersonation while a 6-year-old through fire towards me, just like when Mario gets a hold of the orange flower. As I creepily began to take my position, secretly wishing that my sloth-like movements would take so long the game got called, the umpire shockingly eyes me as if I'm an all-star and bellows, “Aren’t you the kid that always gets hit?” Yes, that’s me, would you like me to autograph this ball that’s about to impact my shoulder? My parents believed in my baseball career so much they signed me up for T-ball in second grade. Yes, a second grader playing T-ball with Kindergarten students. Yes, I again hit off the T the first half of the season and yes, again, I could not hit off the coach.  
I was smart, but not smart enough for the advanced classes. I was right in the middle of the mix. Most of my classes were made up of you guessed it, athletes. Nothing against them, but we just didn’t relate and once conversations began about sports, uuuggghhh... 
Drama? Nope. If you looked up “Stage Fright” in a dictionary I’d be there sharing a smile from ear to ear and a big “Thumbs up!”  
There were always two things I could rely on after going through each day of middle school like this: my skateboard and punk rock music.  
Skating and punk always elevated me to another place. I could be myself, express myself in my way, and put a genuine smile on my face. If it wasn’t for skateboarding and punk rock bands like Rancid, Voodoo Glow Skulls, NOFX, and Progagandhi, I would not be who I am today.  
High school was when things began to turn around. I was finally in a melting pot with so many more personalities and individuals than what my small middle school provided. I was able to find a crew that felt like me. We were able to bond together for hours in an empty parking lot, grinding over and over on that waxed up parking block, or kickflipping over the small set of cracked stairs connecting the neighboring paint store lot.  
Once we hit 16, yep, driving! There wasn’t a Friday or Saturday night where we weren’t at a punk show in a neighboring town or Chicago! The camaraderie was strong and when we entered the venue for the night we all knew that nothing or nobody could take away the sweat, tears, and memories we were creating.  
This crew was more than a group we went to shows with. If someone needed a ride to work or home, we dropped what we were doing and got them there. Someone was short on cash? No worries, I’ll cover your Taco Hell this time, you get mine next. Relationship problems? I’ll be there in 10 and we’ll go grab some new music and cruise around. Need a place to crash for the night? Don’t worry, my couch is always open. We looked out for each other like family. We had our core circle of friends, and it extended out to the world just as a family tree does.  
Education is no different. No matter what your role is, you need a crew, or as we now call it, a PLN, Professional Learning Network. No one person has all the answers. No one person is an expert in every field or situation that arises in education. No one person can give their all for kids every single day and not start to get stressed out or have a strain on their heart from the stories and lives that many of our students are now coming to us with.  
If you are an educator that “clocks” in from 8-3, eats by yourself, doesn’t lean on colleagues for advice and/or support or offer any to the whole, chances are you will have a miserable career and may not even stay in it. We are all in this game for the same reason, to better the lives of our children, to bring them confidence, to help them realize their own strengths, and to set goals to help others and change the world. We cannot do this alone. We must unite and help each other along the way.  

Here’s some tips and tricks to build your PLN and help you along your journey:  
  1. 1. Get to school 10 minutes earlier than normal or stay 10 minutes later. Don’t just hunker down in your classroom or office. Walk around, see who else is in the building and strike up a conversation. Talk about school, your successes and struggles this year. Talk about life. Build a relationship. Relationships are key to changing lives.  

  1. 2. In meetings when it’s time to collaborate, do not team up with those you always work with and socialize with. Find that colleague you give a smile to every day but never have truly gotten to know. Work with others that are not directly tied to your specialty. Administrators, assign groups, just as teachers do for students. One technique I do is pass out a playing card to every staff member as they enter a meeting. We then pair up by numbers, suits, or colors.  

  1. 3. Get connected on social media! Believe it or not, there are educators across the world looking for support and excited to provide some! By working with others not directly in our circle gets us fresh ideas, new perspectives, and a reinvigorating push we sometimes desperately need. It wasn’t until I fully embraced Twitter that I grew as an educator, leader, and individual. I have met so many amazing people and built true, strong friendships. I know that I could not do this without their support. We all have amazing strengths and stories to share, tell them before someone else does.  

Embrace the strengths you hold. When a member of your crew, your PLN, is struggling in that arena, help them out. When someone is down, pick them back up. Iron sharpens iron, we are stronger together. Education is not about egos. This game isn’t for us, it’s for our children and for all our futures. If we truly want to create a better world we must unite and fight the good fight together.