Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Ok, yes 

I am doing NaNoWriMo this year. (See sidebar.)

I probably won't say much about it on here, but watch my Twitter feed for *live updates* (aka, live whining*)

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Headband Happiness 

Last time I was in Nampa, I did a little shopping, and in almost every store I visited, I noticed one new item: headbands. Cute headbands. The kind of headband that you build an entire outfit around because it's that cute. But there were two problems.

#1: I have a big head. (Some of you know this about me already.) This means that plastic headbands tend to break after an hour or so of me wearing them, and metal headbands have to be skinny enough that they don't put too much pressure on my temples or I get headaches.

#2: The super-cute headbands were expensive. Like, $26. Or more. That is too much for one poor schoolteacher to pay for a headband, no?

My solution to these two problems? I shall make my own headbands!

However, this turned out trickier than I thought because, as it happens, a plain, unadorned metal headband is quite hard to come by, unless you are a wholesaler who wants 500 of them. But I finally found someone on Ebay willing to sell me 5, and I went to Michael's and Walmart and found some accoutrements, and then I scheduled a Sister-Mother craft night.

And we made headbands.

First we assembled our materials: embroidery thread, buttons, rhinestones, fabric rosettes, feathers, plain metal headbands, ribbon



Then hot-glue a nice thin ribbon to the metal headband (or, alternately, wrap it with embroidery thread for a more casual look).
Glue on your decoration--we used feathers, buttons, flowers. The rhinestones below ended up needing to be wired on, however. They were too heavy for the hot-glue alone.
And voila! A lovely finished product. Tres magnifique!
Plus, their was some good sister/mom time to be had as well. We wrapped up the evening by watching a very girly movie--Ballet Shoes.

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Walking through the campus courtyard this morning, I heard a frog croaking. And for a moment, I wished I was ten (instead of twenty-seven) and wearing playclothes (instead of an "outfit" and heels) and could crawl around on my knees in the mud and catch it (instead of grading essays and lecturing on Plato). *sigh*

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Friday, October 09, 2009

One of my eighth-grade students brought Cupcakes for Life for her class this morning, which was sweet. Guess what she brought me.

A Ho Ho with white frosting and sprinkles.

Which is, obviously, disgusting.

And also, um, kind of awesome.

(I ate two bites. That's all I could take of that much awesome.)

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

How Things Are Right Now 

After a full day of school, an hour-long math lab, and another hour of working at my desk, I looked down at my shoes and noticed a slight problem.

One black.

One brown.

Hmm.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Ok, I've been sitting on some great stories for the past week, waiting until the whirlwind of schoolwork calmed down and I could tell them to you. So let's get to it...

First, I had an incident with my blender. This would be my new blender, the one I got from Amazon with my birthday gift card. The beautiful smoothie-making blender that leaves no ice chunks in my banana-blackberry-pear smoothies. Well. I was making tomato soup with some of my many garden tomatoes, and the last step calls for some blender action. So I poured about half the soup into my new blender, popped the top in, held it on, pushed the "Pulse" button, and then... there was a tomato soup explosion. Tomato soup everywhere, all over me, the floor, the cupboards... and worse, I scalded my whole left arm from wrist to elbow with boiling-hot soup. Not cool. And then I realized that the the little round plastic thingie that fits in the center of the rubber lid had fallen into the blender and gotten all chopped up. So half my soup was ruined, AND I have to find myself a replacement blender part. Bummer.

In other bad news, remember that grammar seminar that I was so excited about teaching at the ACSI conference? The conference that is this upcoming weekend? Well I got a call from the conference people on Friday, telling me that because of the extremely low attendance, they're trying to save money by reducing their space at the convention center, and therefore they're cutting classes, and one of the classes they're cutting is mine. *sigh* This majorly sucks. I was really really excited about that opportunity. They say that I can teach it next year, assuming the attendance is any better then... a big IF. Also, this means that there won't be as many good seminars for me to attend this weekend either. I'll probably have to sit through yet another class explaining what a "Christian worldview" is. Goody.

I've been hanging on to the last vestiges of summer for as long as possible. On Sunday, I took what might be my last nap in the sun this year. I've been eating tomatoes until they're practically growing out of my ears, and the produce was stacking up in my kitchen until I had basically a giant cloud of fruitflies that would begin circling whenever I walked in. I finally cleaned all that up this week and hit the flies with Raid until I got rid of most of them. Actually, a bunch of them flew out to be caught in the spider web of the giant bloated mama spider that lives in the corner of our back doorway. I was sort of hoping that she would die from the secondary Raid poisoning after eating all those fruitflies, but she's still scuttling around up there. And if you want to know why I don't just knock her down with a broom, the answer is that somehow it's less skeevy to walk under her web every day than to touch her at all, even through the secondary medium of a broom. As for smashing her, that does not even bear thinking of--I get nightmares from the very thought of the squ...I can't even say it. Ew ew ew.

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

I have to say, I get a little thrill at the end of each day when I get to sharpen all my pencils to their most pointy sharpness. There's just something about it...

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Monday, September 14, 2009

Library Blues 

Whew--made it through the first week of school AND Eagle Fest. Somehow I always come home from that day exhausted, even though it involves little more than sitting around in the sun watching 150 teenagers run around... Don't really get how that works...

But yeah, school's going well so far; nothing to report. What I have to talk about is somewhat different. Remember a year and a half ago when I talked about getting a "business" library card? A few of you expressed your sympathy back then for what I went through. (Many thanks.) Well, it wasn't over. Oh no.

On Saturday, I went in to get that card renewed, all prepared with my picture ID with address, cash to pay up all my fines, and original card. I filled out the paperwork, paid my money, and handed the librarian the stack of books (and one DVD: Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, if you're interested). She took a look at the books, looked me up and down, and said, "Are all these for your classroom?"

"Uhhh, yeah," I said. (Ok, this was not completely the truth, admittedly, but I assert that the question was flawed. Read on.)

So she checked everything out and I left. End of story... or so I thought. *cue scary music*

This morning, I found I had been left a voicemail. It was a librarian (a different one, I think). She tells me that there was something I forgot to sign and I need to come back and sign it, and then she continues, I see that you have a business card and I would like to remind you that the purpose of this card is for business use only. I understand you teach fourth grade, so books like The Jeeves Omnibus and other books from the adult section are not appropriate for your classroom. It is a misuse of your card to check out books for personal use.* And so on.

Ok, so not only does this show more sloppiness with the facts than one might expect from a librarian, it seems to me to demonstrate a fundamental misunderstanding about the role of a library in the community. I mean, silly me, but I thought teachers and librarians were on the same side. With that whole building cultural literacy thing? Aren't I the one who's helping to educate the voters of the next ten, fifteen, twenty years? If I can't get kids to like reading, how many of them are going to vote for a nice big library budget someday?

And really? "For use in your classroom"? What does that mean, exactly? That I directly read it aloud during class time? How about if I extract a mentor text from it? Does it count if I read it in order to decide whether to buy a copy for my classroom? What if I just want to keep up with the current YA publishing trends so I know what to recommend to my students? What if it contributes to my professional development?

The way I see it, "use in my classroom" is not a yes-or-no question. How useful a piece of media is (yes, I'm including DVDs in this statement too) falls somewhere on a spectrum between "contributes to the general well of knowledge that I draw upon as a teacher" (and I don't say that glibly--my wide reading over the past 20 years impacts my teaching every day in specific, concrete ways) to "is excerpted and xeroxed and distributed to twenty-five students." The latter is fairly rare with library books, I'll grant, but that's because my school budget already covers my curriculum. That's its job. I don't look to the library to provide curriculum, I go to the library to fill in all those gaps which are critical to my success as a teacher but not economically feasible for my school to provide for.

Am I wrong in thinking that that's what a library exists to do?

And I don't think it's right for them to ask me to justify every single work that I check out, because often I don't know whether something will be relevant until after I've looked at it. Or until a year later when it suddenly fits with something I'm teaching.** Or until a student asks a question about it. Frankly, it's just not their job to police my checkout history--it's their job to provide the resources I need to be the best teacher I can. (Ironically, The Jeeves Omnibus is one of the books I was planning to read aloud to my class--or at least a story from it.)

So I'm going to go in sometime this week and say most of that. Hopefully, I won't get my card revoked, because it would be a bummer not to get to enjoy our brand new library that I like so much. So, I'll keep you updated.

*Not a direct quote, as I deleted the voicemail in anger after listening to it. Pretty close, though. The part about fourth grade was definitely in there.

**Example: I used a clip from that Marie Antoinette with Kirsten Dunst when I was giving background for Les Miserables.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

I canned 9 jars of tomato sauce yesterday and 17 jars of pears. Whew.

It's extremely satisfying to see that food lined up on the countertop. This is for you, oh friends who live in faraway places. I'm saving money to come visit you this year...

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Friday, September 04, 2009

And they say school spirit is dead... 

Apparently the easiest way to rile up a roomful of high-school-going-on-college kids is to suggest that their current college experience is the educational equivalent of the clearance rack at K-Mart. Ok, I didn't actually say that (but only because I didn't think of it at the time). I think they got the gist, though.


I know, I know. Sometimes I just can't resist.


In particular, I can't resist offering my blunt opinion (asked-for or otherwise) when the subject of college courses in high school comes up. (In fact, since I started writing this post, I had yet another conversation--this time with a parent--on the topic.) And since I didn't get to finish my rant in the aforementioned situation with the high schoolers (a certain someone's mother tactfully changed the subject), you get to be on the receiving end of all my opinions.


See, our town's public high school apparently has a program where students can start attending the nearby community college essentially for free during high school--even going so far as to allow them to attend two full years at the CC and earn an Associate's degree at the same time they receive their high school diploma.

Great, huh? High school kids love it, parents love it... and why not? Free college, more access to higher education, a challenge for higher-achieving students and all that, right? The idea is sweeping through the community--it gets mentioned almost every time I talk to high school students or parents about college. And my own private high school is dabbling in the trend with a few similar classes on our campus.

Except, here's the thing: imagine for a moment that you teach fifth grade. Then imagine that your principal has a brilliant idea; he decides that a few of the second graders really need a challenge--they're beyond the rest of their class, so he sends them to you. If, after a few months, those second graders are doing pretty well in your class and really enjoying themselves and learning a lot, you probably shouldn't be patting yourself on the back. You should be rudely awakening to the fact that your class is far too easy for fifth graders.


This is the problem that nobody seems to be talking about (at least among the students and parents that I meet)--the more high school students that take college classes, the more college becomes a glorified high school. Now the truth is, as some of you know, I teach a couple of these college credit classes at my high school. And though I try as hard as I can to make the classes rigorous and challenging (and I do think it is valuable curriculum, certainly*), I have no illusions that I'm providing anything like the experience my students would get if they took the class as freshmen at a four-year college or university.

In reality, high school students, even the bright ones, aren't developmentally ready to think at the level of a college class (particularly the ones that I teach--which involve critical reading, thinking, and writing). They need that extra year or two to grow and develop before they enter a college environment. Moreover, the ideologically homogenous nature of a Christian school means that they will not encounter any sincere proponents of opposing viewpoints in class discussion**. Try as I might to play the devil's advocate, it's not the same. And, as a high school teacher, I still have to censor somewhat the material that I present to them because they are still in high school. That's just the reality of a high school classroom.***

But what a lot of kids are looking for is just something more challenging than their current high school classes--which I totally get. I'm all for advanced classes in high school so that bright kids can be challenged and be more prepared for college when they get there. They used to call these AP classes, honors, or college prep, and it helped universities distinguish the serious, committed students from the rest. College credit classes have an entirely different mindset. Whereas an honors class implies that the student wants to learn above and beyond the typical curriculum, a college credit class invites the student simply to get his or her education over and done with as soon as possible.

At this point you may be asking, why would colleges be willing to dumb down their curriculum to accommodate high schoolers? (This is an easy one.) It starts with "M" and ends with "oney." And that seems to be the primary motivation for everyone who champions these programs. Parents are sold on it because they're afraid of the giant monster that is college tuition. It's great for (some****) employers because you're bringing kids into the workforce at an earlier and earlier age. It's great for the government because those workers can start paying taxes earlier (and they used up less of the education budget on the way). And it's great for Disney and Pepsi and Verizon because those workers are less educated and therefore more susceptible to ads telling them how to spend all that money they're making.


Here's who it's not good for:

The kid: They're cheated out of a well-rounded, quality education in order to join the 9 to 5 assembly line as soon as possible. They lose the full experience of college as a transition to adulthood--breaking away from parents, meeting people outside of their usual community, encountering different viewpoints, discovering new interests, changing their minds a million times about what they want to be... so much of that happens in the first two years at a four-year college.*****

Democracy: Instead of educating citizens to be fully knowledgeable and engaged with the society around them so they can exercise their rights and freedoms--such as voting, serving jury duty, carrying firearms, raising children, and more--with wisdom and discernment, we focus on "career training," as if the only thing education is good for is producing workers who have no existence outside of their cubicle.

Art and Culture: There's an excellent article in Harpers this month about the denigration of the humanities in our school system (you can borrow it from me if you want). If it's not directly applicable to a job setting, no one seems to be interested any more. But humans are more than their jobs! Art, music, drama, culture--it can bring joy and meaning to your life, help create empathy and make you a more compassionate person, and broaden your experience of the world. It's worth investing some time in.

The Church: So many great men and women of the Church were rigorous thinkers and champions of education--not because they believed Christians needed to get a good job and make a good living--but because our God is revealed through creation, through a Book, and through reason. Our ability to understand God and creation is vastly enhanced through a study of the humanities--philosophy, history, literature, art, and music. It is no accident that these disciplines are the first to be chucked as our economy reduces education to career training.

Hmm, I feel like there might be some people who would say, Okay, okay, I get all that. Culture and art and everything is important, I know. But I just need to make sure I can get a good start at college, get some classes under my belt early on--I'll get to all that other stuff eventually, after I know that I have a good job to fall back on. But, really, will you? Most adults I know have trouble finding time to fit a single book into their schedules--and we're talking an Oprah's Book Club title, not The History of Art in the Western World. Once you're well into your nursing or engineering or computer science program, are you really going to make room for Greek and Roman Drama or Irish Literature? Being forced to take those kinds of classes as part of a liberal arts degree has sparked an unexpected interest in the minds of many a science- or math-minded student. Not that they changed their career path necessarily, but they enriched their minds and experiences for the rest of their lives as a result of exposure to something new.

Here's my main point, put succinctly: Rather than supporting the pursuit of knowledge and experience, which is the right goal of education, college classes in high school create the culturally destructive mindset that higher education is something to race through as quickly and cheaply as you can, so you can get that awesome job and start raking in the bucks. Hopefully I've done a better job of communicating that argument here than I'm sure I did to those high schoolers a few days ago. I feel passionate about this topic (can you tell?), and I hope that this trend I'm seeing peters out soon (though I'm not holding my breath). Please write in the comments if you have any questions or want to present any counter arguments to anything I've said. I really would love to hear them.



*I really love teaching the material of my college credit classes, and I do think they offer much to our student body and do a lot to prepare our students for college. (If I didn't think the classes were profitable, I wouldn't teach them.) I just wish they weren't billed as a replacement for the same classes in real college.

**Even public schools often draw students from a fairly homogenous community (especially in rural Oregon), which would be different from that of a college campus.

***True, only the first of these objections (that students are not developmentally ready) applies to high school students taking college classes on a community college campus, but I think that first objection is, in fact, the most important.

****That is, those employers who just want some mindless automatons to push buttons, shuffle papers, or make change out of a register. Employers who want thoughtful, creative, well-rounded people with knowledge and abilities instead of "skills" are getting cheated by this system. They belong in the second category.

*****This is not meant to be a bash on two-year colleges--they provide a useful service for the educational needs of some people. But many of the students who, during high school, rush into programs like the ones I've mentioned are not students whose ultimate goal is a two-year degree. They are usually high-achieving students who would otherwise attend--or plan to ultimately transfer to--a private college or a university.)

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Thursday, September 03, 2009

Getting Oriented 

Student Orientation today. Luckily they won't be orientating* in my room because it's still more or less in shambles. I did manage to get one of my bulletin boards decorated, and it's pretty cool if I do say so. And I moved and reorganized bookshelves (a beginning-of-the-school-year ritual), but there are still books, posters, notebooks, mini-whiteboards, pushpins, file folders, cleaning supplies, markers, colored blocks, toy swords, supply catalogs, broken miniblinds, paper plates, plastic bags, tissue paper, milk crates, and cardboard boxes covering pretty much every flat surface. Oh well. Tuesday morning will come, and when it does I will be ready.

But back to Orientation... As I remember it (and I know it hasn't changed much), Orientation is less about getting your schedule and locker and hearing announcements and much more about showing off your second favorite new fall outfit (your first favorite being saved for the first day of school, of course), your new haircut, and (if you're a boy) your straggly attempt at a beard that you've worked so hard on over the summer and which you'll be forced to shave off before the first actual school day. It's about scoping out the new kids, seeing whether the cool kids are still as cool as you remember them (they're cooler), furtively spying on your crush (maybe that beard's not so straggly), and making sure your group of friends hasn't undergone any major changes that would mean you're not really friends anymore.

Frankly, as a teacher, Orientation is so massively not scary by comparison. In fact, sometimes when I tell people I teach high school, or worse, middle school, (this happened just the other day), they get this horrified look on their faces like they're thinking they would not set foot in a high school campus if it were the only safe bunker in a nuclear holocaust. They start shaking their heads and backing away and muttering, "Wow... oh wow... I could never... how do you...?" I think they must somehow imagine that going back to teach school would somehow be the same as actually being in high school again--a frightening thought, to be sure. I think they imagine the boogeymen of their teenage experience--be they the mean girl clique or the gym class bully or the sadistic principal--is still waiting for them behind those doors.

But it's not like that. (Or, at least, it's almost always not like that). I'm usually just an observer of the high school tragicomedy, sometimes an unwitting contributor to it (having cruelly assigned homework on the night of the big date, or whatever), but rarely an active participant (or victim). Plus, I now get to see what I was blind to twelve years ago--that the "mean girls" are terrified of losing the security of their clique, that the heartthrob (as he would have been) works so hard at being cool, that the weird outcasts are usually dealing with adult-sized problems outside of school, and that they're all insecure, sensitive, naive, in need of kindness and understanding, and all possessing something that makes them special and worthy.

So, as I say, the disorder of my classroom is less important today. Because, for me, Orientation is about remembering what I do and why I'm here--organizing my mind and attitude for the year ahead and preparing my heart to be part of these kids' lives for another school year.



*Isn't that word horrible? I love making fun of pompous, redundant business jargon.

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Tuesday, September 01, 2009

ohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy... 

Guess what happened today!

Catching Fire came out! The book I've been waiting for since May, when The Hunger Games rocked my world. I'm oh-so-very-excited.

Brenna came with me to the bookstore (possibly in order to secure her first place spot in the list of those who get to borrow it when I'm done), and I could hardly even wait until I got home before starting it. I'm currently on page 76 and am only taking this short break to share my joy with you.

Back to reading...

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I have a new obsession. I read--listened to, rather--a Wooster and Jeeves novel last year about this time, and I picked up another for my long drive to Nampa last week. But when I returned to the library after I got back, I found that I had already consumed the only two Wodehouse audiobooks in stock. Sad. Luckily, Librivox came to my rescue and provided me with further Wooster and Jeeves giggles. I've been listening to it pretty much straight for the past 48 hours. And, dash it, you can't listen to that much uppity British slang without picking up a few choice phrases, what?

I think my favorite aspect of Wodehouse's writing is his penchant for slipping in little jokes without any fanfare among the bigger gags. Like, there's this great part where Bertie Wooster's like, "The next morning, I was so low over the whole fiasco I didn't even want my breakfast--I told Jeeves to go ahead and drink it."* I nearly dropped the blackberries I was holding I laughed so hard.


Do you know what I think, chappies? I think I need a Jeeves. A nice, articulate, tea-brewing, I-try-to-give-satisfaction-sir Jeeves. I could do with someone to bring me breakfast in bed, iron my clothes, do my shopping, pay my bills, tell me that word I'm thinking of, fix me pick-me-ups whenever I'm down, and solve all the problems of my life. But, then again, Jeeves would probably not approve of certain items in my wardrobe. I definitely think he would look with disapprobation on my hightops from hippietown. And I feel that I would not hold up well in a battle of the wills with Jeeves.


So perhaps it's just as well. I'll have to make do with the ink-and-paper Jeeves instead, at least until I make my millions. In the meantime, you should check out the adventures of Wooster and Jeeves as well, if you haven't already. It's a topping good time. Start with "Right Ho, Jeeves" from Librivox (there's even an option to download it straight into your iTunes, for free of course). So get to it, my lads.



*My paraphrase from memory--not a direct quote.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

Sitting in the butterfly chair on my porch yesterday, I succumbed to the grand old tradition of Sunday Afternoon Nap, the pleasure of which was magnified by the sunshine creeping across the porch, the knowledge of summer's dwindling, and--as I started to wake up--the distant sound of June playing hymns on her piano as only old church ladies can play hymns. It was extremely lovely to lie there in the sun, eyes closed, and listen to the rolling arpeggios and heavy chords of "O Come, All Ye Faithful" or some such tune. I eventually got up and watered my flowers and washed my car, serenaded all the while from across the lawn.

I've finally been enjoying the fruits of my labors en masse. Zucchini, cucumbers, tomatoes, broccoli, and green onions are all coming ripe pretty much continuously, and I eat some combination of the above for just about every meal. So, if you're interested in enjoying a few of these foods along with me this month, here's a super easy and super yummy recipe that I've been fixing every couple of days for some weeks now.

Preheat the oven to 350. Start with some kind of flatbread. I've used everything from pita bread to roghni naan to pre-cooked pizza crust. Spread on a layer of hummus. I prefer plain, but flavored might be good too. Add grated cheese--mozzeralla's best, of course, but any kind will work. I've even made do with feta once, and it was yummy! Add sliced zucchini and tomatoes. Add a little more cheese. Bake about 10 minutes (or to taste). Zucchini should be mostly cooked, bread should be crunchy.

You can also add some kind of meat--I've recently tried turkey sausage, which was good. And if you want to go really healthy, you could omit the cheese. And need I mention that this is a one-serving recipe? It's a filling meal for one female adult. :) Moreover, I've prepared it for several friends on different occasions and it was a smash hit--even among the skeptics.

Also, if you find yourself with excess zucchini, you can take yourself on over to Jen's recipe for healthy zucchini bread. I can attest that the muffin variation is delicious, even if--like me--you completely forget to add the applesauce.

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