Showing posts with label Cool Moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cool Moments. Show all posts
Saturday, August 2, 2008
It Only Took Twenty-Five Short Years
I have a new guru--my mom. She's amazing. I don't where to begin. She teaches first grade, which is so different than teaching high school. But her insights to teaching are so authentic, experienced and inspiring. I spent the whole first twenty-four years of my life trying to be something different than both of my parents. I wanted to be my own person. But the more time spend with my mom the more I realize she is the inspiration for the person, the teacher, I am now. She's in her late fifties (I'm sorry for putting that out there Mom), but she's not jaded. Despite it all, she laughs, she loves and she teaches. She knows so much--all the various movements of the last thirty years and can describe them in first-person detail. She's been there through it all. It's like listening to a history book that speaks aloud with fire and reflection. Thanks Mom. I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize that trying to not be like you was a fruitless effort. These day I want to be just like you.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Great Summer Day
Went to school today.
Walking down hall when student who I kicked out of extended office detention once (at the time he swore at me) ran out of a classroom to say hi to me.
Felt good.
Had AMAZINGLY productive prepping session with my coworker.
Psyched for next year.
Went with my coworker while he picked up students from a summer internship program.
Listened as they played the High-Low game.
Last girl in the van (former student of mine who failed my senior class) said the high of her day was seeing Miss Rasselas.
High of my week.
Good day.
Great day.
Too tired to write in complete sentences. Don't tell my students.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning's End...
This seems like a pivotal moment for me--my very first blog, which happens (or not so happens) to come in the closing days of my first year of teaching high school English. At this time I would like to make a disclosure about this post and all future posts: Although I am an English teacher, I'm a bit of a fraud; I was raised in the same type of educational system that I am now working in and for that reason (and no fault of my own, of course) my grammar and vocabulary do not always "adhere" to the normal English conventions. In short, I'm still working on my grammar, and I will always be a life-long vocabulary enhancer (just a few years behind my peers). OK, now that one-third of my teaching insecurities is out there, I will continue on.
I could start this blog fifty different ways: a rant about the current state of education, a rant about how everyone has forgotten the point of education, a rant about the system I work within (local and national), a rant about standardized testing (although, I'd be more inclined to praise it than speak against it), a rant about the students' lack of respect for me and their education, a rant about the parents who don't care, a rant about parents that care for all the wrong reasons, a rant about all the people who think teaching is the career path for "those who can't do" and includes the perk of a "two-month paid vacation," etc., etc. I guess my attempt to avoid ranting turned into a rant, but it must be unavoidable in one's first year. But I would really like to start my blog on a positive note because despite all the "stuff" that I learned about in my first year, it's been an amazing nine months--amazingly hard but more importantly, amazingly rewarding.
Today my favorite junior class and I were discussing Britney Spears (actually, we were reading the article "Shooting Britney" from the January issue of Atlantic Monthly sans the line about Lindsay Lohan's recreational use of drugs and a thirteen-letter swear word; in all honesty, I missed the thirteen-letter swear word in my pre-photocopy editing and the students, like bees drawn to honey, pointed it out to me before we reached reading the mother-of-all swears as a class; the bell rang when we were about ten lines above the profanity, and--technically/administratively speaking--I was saved by the bell). We recently just finished reading The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde and in an effort to foster an appreciation of Wilde's comic and analytical genius (and stress literature as universal subject that transcends the barriers of time), we have been discussing and reading articles about materialism and consumerism in contemporary American society. We were talking about our incessant desire to consume more and more; I (un)subtly brought celebrity culture into our discussion.
I love these discussions because you can see it in a young mind's eyes when he or she has never considered the idea you are discussing: the eyes stay wide open and sometimes you see the eyebrows and forehead become tense which creates a wonderful image full of innocence and blossoming maturity in one. But I had one of my favorite discussion moments today that was not very much like this.
As we read about the amount of money Britney Spears the product makes for the various media mediums ($100 million) and how much the pictures of celebrities sell for these days, one student, P, raised his hand and then caught the mini-football we toss around to handraisers in order to sustain a level of order that I cannot function without. And with cool and developing confidence he said, "People used to say a picture is worth a thousand words, now it's worth a thousand dollars." Immediately, this statement struck me as astute and deeply profound, and I knew instantly is was a special moment for me. I had helped this student reach a thought that far exceeded my own perception and level of thought. I love it when that happens. Several students do this occasionally (one in particular is practically failing my class but that's a rant for another day) and it amazes me. But no student up until P had uttered something so succinct and meaningful (at least to me) in my classroom thus far. It was just one of those moments when I thought to myself "Wow, that was cool."
The year is coming to an end, and I can't start to wait prepping this summer. I want to help create as many wow-that-was-cool moments as possible. Corny? Yes, but oh so true.
I could start this blog fifty different ways: a rant about the current state of education, a rant about how everyone has forgotten the point of education, a rant about the system I work within (local and national), a rant about standardized testing (although, I'd be more inclined to praise it than speak against it), a rant about the students' lack of respect for me and their education, a rant about the parents who don't care, a rant about parents that care for all the wrong reasons, a rant about all the people who think teaching is the career path for "those who can't do" and includes the perk of a "two-month paid vacation," etc., etc. I guess my attempt to avoid ranting turned into a rant, but it must be unavoidable in one's first year. But I would really like to start my blog on a positive note because despite all the "stuff" that I learned about in my first year, it's been an amazing nine months--amazingly hard but more importantly, amazingly rewarding.
Today my favorite junior class and I were discussing Britney Spears (actually, we were reading the article "Shooting Britney" from the January issue of Atlantic Monthly sans the line about Lindsay Lohan's recreational use of drugs and a thirteen-letter swear word; in all honesty, I missed the thirteen-letter swear word in my pre-photocopy editing and the students, like bees drawn to honey, pointed it out to me before we reached reading the mother-of-all swears as a class; the bell rang when we were about ten lines above the profanity, and--technically/administratively speaking--I was saved by the bell). We recently just finished reading The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde and in an effort to foster an appreciation of Wilde's comic and analytical genius (and stress literature as universal subject that transcends the barriers of time), we have been discussing and reading articles about materialism and consumerism in contemporary American society. We were talking about our incessant desire to consume more and more; I (un)subtly brought celebrity culture into our discussion.
I love these discussions because you can see it in a young mind's eyes when he or she has never considered the idea you are discussing: the eyes stay wide open and sometimes you see the eyebrows and forehead become tense which creates a wonderful image full of innocence and blossoming maturity in one. But I had one of my favorite discussion moments today that was not very much like this.
As we read about the amount of money Britney Spears the product makes for the various media mediums ($100 million) and how much the pictures of celebrities sell for these days, one student, P, raised his hand and then caught the mini-football we toss around to handraisers in order to sustain a level of order that I cannot function without. And with cool and developing confidence he said, "People used to say a picture is worth a thousand words, now it's worth a thousand dollars." Immediately, this statement struck me as astute and deeply profound, and I knew instantly is was a special moment for me. I had helped this student reach a thought that far exceeded my own perception and level of thought. I love it when that happens. Several students do this occasionally (one in particular is practically failing my class but that's a rant for another day) and it amazes me. But no student up until P had uttered something so succinct and meaningful (at least to me) in my classroom thus far. It was just one of those moments when I thought to myself "Wow, that was cool."
The year is coming to an end, and I can't start to wait prepping this summer. I want to help create as many wow-that-was-cool moments as possible. Corny? Yes, but oh so true.
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