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Little Girls

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Between my own girls, the Brownie troop I co-lead, and the students at the all-girls school where I teach, sometimes I feel like belting out a chorus or two of Little Girls. Though Miss Hannigan and I don’t have much else in common, I’m certainly not dripping in diamonds or pearls.

I also saw this recently in the newest post from one of the funniest bloggers ever, Hyperbole and a Half, and it felt just like my life too, what I see everywhere I turn:

They want snacks, they need help with homework, they want to know what’s for dinner, they want to know why they aren’t getting an A, they don’t want to go to bed or eat their vegetables or quiet down to listen for directions. They can’t find their backpack or their homework or their permission slip, did I hear what she said to her? Did I? They dole out hugs and kisses and smiles, they sing in the hallways, they hug each other and braid each other’s hair and sometimes they will just break your heart.

Lucky me, lucky me, look at what I’m swimming in…..little girls!

Snow Day Divide

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When the snow really starts coming down, I believe two kinds of people emerge.

The first group gets right out there! They are building snowpeople and having snowball fights; they are skiing and snowboarding and sledding. They own snowpants and heavy gloves and shovel their snow first thing in the morning, so it doesn’t slow down their adventures. They troop back inside and have hot cocoa and tomato soup and grilled cheese and then they go right back outside.

The second group? The second group sees a snow day as a chance to mimic hibernation. They hunker down, they cuddle up, they break out the blankets and afghans and invite the neighbor kids over for indoor playdates. They cocoon, they watch movies, they read books and bake sweet treats. They go outside only to check the mail, ice the porch steps, maybe shovel the sidewalk. They eat brownies and pop popcorn and watch another movie.

Judging by the frequency of my Twitter posts and Facebook activity today, I think you can guess which group I fall into, right?

Twitterpated

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After doing a lot of thinking about Twitter and ultimately deciding it wasn’t for me, you may be surprised to see a “follow me on Twitter!” button on my website now.

Why did I do it? Well, I’ve already posted my first statement tagged #edchat, and also a link to the latest post on my book blog, both of which I plan to keep doing. I’ve read a few interesting articles I might not have found otherwise, and have already found it challenging to think and write in 140 characters. I’ve also found myself checking individual Twitter feeds pretty often and wanting to follow fun projects like West Wing fans keeping the show’s characters alive.

Also, I’ve been thinking more about how I want to use Facebook, because I feel sometimes like I’m flooding people with links and bits of info they may not necessarily want, and it seems like Twitter might be a better place for that, reducing my Facebook contributions to blog posts, conversations with friends and status updates. This way, FB can be more personal, and Twitter can be where I engage in professional stuff and link collection. Branching off my book blog has been another way I’m trying to think carefully about what I do on the Internet, and this seems like an extension of that division as well. Part of it is also cleaning out the digital cobwebs: unsubscribing to some of the Nings I joined in a flurry of enthusiasm and generally trying to be more thoughtful about my usage and what I spend my time on.

Will I ever replace Facebook with Twitter? No, but I think they will coexist nicely.

Folk & Blues & Roasted Chicken

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Roast chicken with apples and potatoes.

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Yesterday, I had one of those lovely days that come along rarely and cannot be predicted, but only enjoyed.

First, I got to sleep in, luxuriating in bed until 9:30 or so. Then, I went to get a long-awaited haircut, which turned out quite cute. Then some reading, some couch time, some reheated pizza, some more relaxing and writing for my book blog. None of those elements are extraordinary on their own, but being able to have a stretch of uninterrupted time, plus check something big off my list? Priceless.

Then I went to pick my girls up at school after their first meeting of the Folk & Blues club at their school. One of the school parents is a guitar teacher and blues enthusiast, and runs this club for the kids, passing out song books and teaching them songs like “Froggy Went A-Courtin’” and more. Today, I arrived a few minutes early and was in time to catch their last song, “House of the Rising Sun.” I watched the twelve kids singing their hearts, sang along myself, chatted with friends in the hallway, admired a third-grader’s new braces, and felt that particular warmth you feel when you’ve made the right choice for your kids, and when you feel like a part of a community.

Next, home, for roasted chicken and roasted potatoes and fresh Italian bread with butter, followed by a little Top Chef All Stars.

Again, nothing amazing, but it had all the right elements: family, good books, good food, good friends, peace and rest.

Seeing “The King’s Speech”

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This week, I went to the movies twice in three days to see the same film: “The King’s Speech.”

Sure, I loved it because in many ways, it is right up my alley: the amazing and charming Colin Firth in the performance of a lifetime, the fun of seeing three Harry Potter actors together in different roles (Helena Bonham Carter, Timothy Spall and Michael Gambon), the costumes, the accents, the historical nature and veracity of the plot. There are some wonderful themes and quotes: the importance of finding and using your voice, the difficult nature of being a good parent when you have no role model, “You don’t have to be afraid of the same things you were afraid of when you were five.” I don’t know what movie Manohla Dargis saw, but I certainly didn’t find it “overly ingratiating,” nor did I want to follow the feckless abdicating Edward instead of watching his brother ascend to the throne at an incredibly difficult time, both for Europe and the monarchy.

But I think what I found most compelling was how well the movie portrayed the incredible amount of courage required to become completely dependent on someone else, to be completely vulnerable to a person who has no obligation to respect that choice other than basic human decency or a commitment to their profession. King Edward VI was a naval officer who served in the first World War and led his country through the second, but in the film, his greatest qualities are this particular brand of courage and a dogged persistence that is breathtaking to watch. He opens himself completely (though slowly and reluctantly) to a man he must decide to trust, in order to banish the stammer that has haunted him all his life. I found it inspiring beyond words to express it, and I think you might too.

New Leaf, New Page: New Semester

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This week is midterms at my school, which for the students means hours of cramming and worrying and (hopefully) synthesizing. They are scribbling in blue books and hoping against hope, some of them, that this exam will not swamp the average they’ve worked hard to maintain. Others are hoping for an exam miracle, while others expect, often rightfully so, that this will only be a minor blip in their academic year.

For me, it means looking ahead to the new semester, making reading schedules, deciding whether to keep/pitch/modify old assignments, and planning/revising old units. Should I keep the censorship debate I do with Catcher in the Rye? What activities will I do in my poetry unit? One of my sections will end up with an extra class–how should I fill it? This spring, I’ll finally be implementing the poetry March Madness idea I’ve been dreaming about for at least a year, which is very exciting, but brings its own challenges because our spring break takes place smack in the middle of March.

Looking back almost exactly a year, I’m thrilled to say that I am feeling more balanced, healthy and energetic than I was at this time last year. Instead of spending a major part of my holiday weekend planning for the spring, I saw The King’s Speech with a dear friend (absolutely amazing and wonderful film) and Tangled with my own dear girls. I made brownies and popcorn for a sleepover guest, saw good friends and managed to squeeze in a birthday visit with my mother. It was just exactly what I should have done this weekend, and I’m feeling optimistic about my productivity this week as a result.

The new semester always brings its own thrills, chances to start fresh and correct old mistakes, opportunities for new excitement, and in the spring, the promise of summer beckoning on the horizon. This school year, thankfully, I’m also feeling up to the challenge.

Nudge, Reading Blog Edition

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Just so you know, over at my reading blog, I’ve reviewed a few books, like Cleopatra and Frankenstein, booked through Thursday, and posted about Sophie’s favorite new books, an epic series of legendary clans of warrior cats….

I’m not syncing that blog with Facebook, but I thought a few gentle reminders as I get up and moving over there couldn’t hurt. Come join me for some book chat, why don’t you?

Final Project: Windows and Mirrors

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Recently Mrs. Chili posted in full the final project assignment for her freshmen after reading Something Wicked This Way Comes. I am wrapping up my senior elective this week, and so I thought I would post the final assignment I gave them (feel free to use or adapt if you like):

In your assignment for our last novel, I wrote that “great literature can serve both as windows and mirrors: providing us ways to see into our greater world, different cultures, times or personalities, while also giving us a new way to see and understand ourselves.” The common thread that united our experience this semester is, of course, generations: within countries, within societies, and within families, and considering always the impact of each on the individual. How did these works allow you to see our country or society more clearly, or perhaps, look more deeply and clearly at the struggles facing your own generation? What effect did they have on your own sense of identity, or place in your own family’s traditions and hierarchies?

In your final assignment for this semester, you will be producing a piece of work, either artistic or literary, that shows how one or more of the works we read together served either as a window or mirror for you as we thought, talked and wrote about generations. This might be a personal essay, a single long-form or series of poems, a literary work stemming from one of your response entries, or a piece of visual or performing art inspired by the novel. Literary responses must be at least 4-5 pages, and you must be prepared to share part of your work with your classmates, whether artistic or literary. Artistic pieces must be accompanied by a 1-2 page artists’ statement.

So far, I’ve gotten some really beautiful pieces as well as some really thoughtful essays, including a collage of family photographs mounted on a canvas, interspersed with shards of broken mirror. “When I look into the mirrors,” the student said, “I see pieces of myself, but I also see my family, and that’s how it should be.”

I was really nervous about teaching this class when it was first assigned to me, but I have truly and deeply enjoyed it, both because I got to teach some beautiful literature, and also because I’ve been lucky enough to teach some amazing students.

High Pressure Parenting

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I was at a lovely wedding recently in DC, and across the table from me sat a very congenial older man who instantly struck up a conversation with me. After eliciting the name of the school where I teach and chatting some about independent schools in the area, he asked if the college-admissions season was particularly busy for me. I said yes, and also something along the lines of how hard it can be to watch students applying to fifteen schools and still convinced that they won’t get into their dream school, or that they won’t get in anywhere even when they almost certainly will, and how much pressure the whole system can put on kids. He nodded slowly and said, “Well, my son there, two seats down from you, is at All-Male Prep School (often called a bastion of the D.C. artistocracy) and we’re pretty determined to see him at Yale, where his sisters went, no matter what he thinks about it.”

I thought of this conversation when I read Amy Chua’s Why Chinese Parents Are Superior, the most recent parenting article to cause a stir. The article itself is well-written and provocative, and has spawned a lot of great commentary (Laura at 11d and her commenters do a great job, as usual, of corralling and expanding this commentary), but for me, the article is most interesting not as a critique or exposure of Asian parenting techniques, but as a lens for looking at greater questions of parenting, drive and motivation. Can we instill motivation and/or drive in children, or is it a question of inborn temperament? Do Asian children really end up excelling at higher rates than American children, and can that really be chalked up to piano (or violin!) lessons and a willingness to call your child “fatty”? There are also some really interesting responses and comments in this Quora thread, which includes responses from the Director of Engineering at Facebook (who happens to be Asian) and the sister of a high-achieving Asian-American woman who also committed suicide. Of course, there are no “correct” answers to any of these questions, which is why they are so interesting to debate.

This is an issue I have struggled with often in thinking about my own parenting and the parenting I received as a child, and as a student who would never have been described as “driven” or “motivated,” but instead, I expended “erratic effort,” I was not “living up to my potential,” I was “bright, but lazy.” These are all direct quotes from progress reports or report cards or teachers I had over the years, and I can see why they would have said these things. But what would have made a difference, or indeed, what did? Because teachers I had in my K-12 years would have (and did) say these things, but my college and graduate school professors did not. Instead, they commended and complimented me, asked me to assist them in classes and recommended me for prizes, honors and fellowships. So what changed, and what could have changed earlier?

For me, I identify with the Facebook engineer quoted on the Quora post, who said that his greatest joy and success has come when allowed to immerse himself in his greatest joys, even if it looked like aimless video game playing or chasing girls. He says that the method described by Amy Chua in her article is “great at producing skilled and compliant knowledge workers, but it utterly fails to produce children who can achieve greatness, remake industries, or come up with disruptive innovation.” In my own life, I now spend much of my time doing what I’ve always loved: reading, writing, and communicating with other people about what I’ve read and what I think about it. I’ve never needed any external motivation to accomplish this, and apart from buying me books and giving me a supportive space, my parents’ greatest contribution to this was probably their DNA (hence the image with this post).

But could I have earned better grades in high school? Absolutely, I think I could have, and I think that often I didn’t because I didn’t see the point, which sounds like a classically teenage thing to say. Sure, my parents were often disappointed in my lower grades, but my higher ones and test scores most often made up for it. I didn’t regret my choices until it was too late, really, and I realized what college doors were closed to me because I didn’t have grades to match those test scores–my transcript probably had “underachiever” in blinking lights on it. Would money-for-grades have made a difference, or consistent punishment, or earning privileges or rewards in a systematic way? I honestly don’t know, and I don’t know yet what will work with my own children, or even with the students I have that are most like the student I used to be.

However, I can say I do not want my children to ever think that their successes or failures are connected to my love for them; nothing is worth that kind of pressure, in my mind, even acceptance to Harvard or other similar signifiers of privilege. This is the fate I want to avoid, and if asked, I believe Chua would say the same. I want my children to discover what they are most passionate about, and I want all doors ahead of them to be as open as possible. I want them to push themselves, because they want to excel, not because they believe I’ll love them more if they do.

Versatile Blogger

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My bloggy friend Sara tagged me as a Versatile Blogger about a month ago, and I’ve meant to post on it ever since, but have been stumped by the requirement: listing “seven facts about me that you are unlikely to learn elsewhere.” I’ve been blogging for over seven years, so the list of things I haven’t blogged, but am willing to blog, is rather short. But then again, who knows how many of you have been reading all of those seven years, so really, I decided to get over it and just make a list, focused around music in my life.

  1. The first cassette tapes I remember owning were George Michael’s Faith and Madonna’s True Blue. I believe that tells you all you need to know about which generation I belong to, both by the artists mentioned and the words “cassette tapes.”
  2. I will further incriminate myself by saying my eighth grade boyfriend bought me a tape for Christmas, and it was Naughty by Nature’s self-titled 1991 masterwork, featuring “O.P.P,” a song to which I used to know all the lyrics and probably can sing embarrassing portions of even today.  It was my favorite tape for months, second only to Boyz II Men’s “Motownphilly.”
  3. I have a Mariah Carey station on Pandora, and I’m not ashamed.  I also have a Britney Spears one, which I love as well.
  4. For our wedding, my husband and I made mix CDs and gave them out as favors.  I’m still pretty proud of our tracklisting, and I still play the CD regularly, though I’m not sure how many of our wedding guests would say the same.  Songs included the Indigo Girls, “Power of Two,” Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic,” Al Green, “Let’s Stay Together,” and the Cure, “The Lovecats.”
  5. If forced to choose, I would choose the Beatles over the Rolling Stones, which my mother believes is one of the classic musical divides of our age.  She’s a Stones fan, so we never speak of this.
  6. If forced to choose again, I would choose Led Zeppelin over the Rolling Stones.  While the Stones have many amazing songs, from “Sympathy for the Devil” to “Wild Horses,”  there’s something so epic, legendary, decadent and just plain rockstar about Zeppelin.  Not to mention I know their albums by heart (III is my favorite), have read extensively about their lives, and went through several obsessive phases dedicated entirely to them.  Plus, Robert Plant is hotter than Mick Jagger.
  7. I wrote a paper in graduate school on Eminem’s deployment of class and race imagery, which was accepted for presentation at the next meeting of the International Association for the Study of Popular Music.  Chuck D was the keynote speaker, it was supposed to be my first conference presentation, and I was thrilled–until it was canceled, as it was scheduled for the weekend after September 11th, 2001.

As for tagging, I’m listing some here, but feel free to jump in, if this appeals to you!

What Now?
Bumblebee Sweet Potato
Geeky Mom
Lone Star Ma
She Started It

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