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New Year, New School

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Next year, when my girls start fifth grade, they will be going to a new school. In point of fact, they will be attending my school, which is located just across the street from their old school, but in some ways, is in a totally different world.

Their old school is a well-regarded public school in a struggling urban system. Their old school has asbestos in the pipes, so you can’t drink from the water fountains. Their old school is co-ed, with about a hundred kids in each grade for elementary school and even more per grade in middle school. Their old school has been our welcoming and wonderful community for the past five years, the place we have gone to see art shows and plays, donate school supplies and help out at fundraisers, the place where we’ve met treasured friends and learned the ropes of this whole school thing.

Their new school is much smaller, quieter, all girls. Their new school is “independent” and “prep” and expensive, though our cost of attending will be lower, due to our connection to the school. Their new school has been the source of my own career’s blossoming, and my girls have roamed the halls and made friends with teachers and gazed, starry-eyed, at the older girls on the fields and sidewalks. But they don’t know the other girls, and I don’t know their parents, and we don’t know the culture of that division of the school, especially from the parent/family side. Our excitement is tempered with a little fear of the unknown.

We are thrilled to have the girls come to my school, a place we hope will be full of friends and opportunities and will prepare them for academic success in the next chapter of their lives. But it can’t be denied that leaving their old school behind, and our familiar place in it, is bittersweet. This experience has shown me once again that a school is really defined by the people in it.

Writing on Values

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As any teacher knows, the best professional development either introduces us to a new idea/text or gives us an easily implementable classroom idea or assignment. I’ve had great luck over the years using teacher-bloggers as my own personal learning network, and a recent interaction with That Writing Lady is a great example.

TWL stopped by my blog recently and left a comment, and as usual, I returned the visit to find her blog. The entry that caught my attention was one titled A 1-Hour Assignment that Stops Kids from Failing–great title, right? Upon reading further, I found the prompt really inspiring for use with my current unit on The Catcher in the Rye. Holden is obsessed with honesty throughout the book, one of the values listed in TWL’s example, and I thought it might be interesting for my students to reflect on their own values while also getting some practice with personal essay writing.

Here’s the prompt I came up with, adapted from TWL, and gave to my students:

Part of Holden’s struggle in The Catcher in the Rye is that he sees examples of cruelty and insincerity all around him, and cannot understand why people treat each other this way. While he himself is also flawed, Holden’s obsession with morals and values is part of what makes him distinctive as a character, and his inability to reconcile how people should behave and how they actually do contributes to his growing instability in the book.

What is an important value that you have? (Examples of values: honesty, compassion, kindness, teamwork, self-respect, faith, perseverance, loyalty, forgiveness, leadership, patience, creativity, service). Why do you think that this value is important? Be specific and detailed; give examples of how and when you think people should demonstrate this value, or use stories from your own life to illustrate the importance of this value or how it has affected you. You may use “I” when writing to describe your own beliefs.

This writing will be graded, both for your use of detail and for sentence construction, organization and grammar, so leave yourself some time to review your work before submission. Brainstorming for a few minutes and making a rough outline would also be good uses of your time. You will have 50 minutes to write.

I’ve gotten the first batch back so far and I’m so pleased I tried this out! Once again, my teacher-blogger PLN really delivered, and I’m hoping someone may benefit from this entry as well, fueling the fire of virtual collaboration. Thanks again, TWL!

Grounded

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The day after we returned from Paris, my sister called and said, “Can you come and take me to the doctor? I really don’t feel well.” Nine hours in the ER later, we knew she had pancreatitis but didn’t know why, and four days in the hospital later, we knew she had gallstones and would need her gallbladder removed.

Nothing to get you back down to the ground like a relative in the hospital! All my post-vacation plans for laundry, cleaning and grocery shopping have been delayed, so this weekend I’ve got to play catch-up. Of course, we’ve also got a kid birthday party, a school play, and birthday brunch for my husband to plan around, and we’ll definitely be watching the Oscars Sunday evening, if only to catch all the pretty dresses.

So I’m sweeping the kitchen and sorting through clothes and hoping the girls’ bathing suits still fit for this party today, and my sister’s surgery is scheduled for Tuesday and my parents and I are sending messages back and forth about picking her up and helping her recuperate. Everything seems to happen at once around here, but I guess that’s the consequence of living a rich and varied life.

Re-Entry

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This weekend my husband and I went away on a wonderful trip to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary; I haven’t decided yet how much to blog about it without making everyone sick when they see my posts pop up here or on Facebook, but for now, rest assured that it was lovely and special and once-in-a-lifetime, as Paris always seems to be.

But now we are home, and real life is here.  There’s laundry to do and dinner to figure out and grocery shopping; there’s a girl who says she doesn’t like school any more and wants to talk about it at 7:30 in the morning instead of brushing her teeth, because she wants you to make her feel better.  There’s trying to figure out how to warn your kid about the dangers of a habit that’s dogged you all your life, the “grass is always greener” comparisons that can spoil whatever you have because it’s not what that other person has. Once again you remember how hard you thought it was to figure out when to start feeding her rice cereal, when really, it’s these emotional landmines that are much more complicated. Thinking about big changes and small nuisances and trying to handle them both with grace.  Did I mention the laundry?

There are happy cats and stacks of unopened mail and emails and souvenirs to unpack and presents to pass out; there are pictures to sort through and fresh memories to retell and cherish. There’s pick-up and drop-off and juice boxes. There’s your husband, your partner in adventure, who ate baguettes and cherry jam and Camembert with you on misty gray French mornings, who’s been waking up next to you for a decade and says he will for many more.  You’ve got a job to get back to, papers to assign and grade, new exercises to try with your students, new challenges and changes there too.

Now, real life begins anew, and you have to go and meet it.

 

Catcher in the Rye: A Love Story

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One of my least favorite books as a teenager was The Catcher in the Rye; I read it at least three times, convinced that at some point, I would understand why this was the great American novel I kept reading about, the one that everybody loved so much. And I hated it! I thought Holden was so whiny, and I just couldn’t understand what was going on with him, why he kept getting kicked out of school and wandering around being slightly creepy in New York City. I thought he was boring, and that the whole book was stupid.

Now, of course, I look forward to teaching the book every year, and it’s consistently the most popular book in the ninth grade curriculum at my school. The students who struggle with reading finally feel like they can understand a book, and often tell me that they found themselves reading ahead without knowing it. The capable readers enjoy trying to puzzle out what Holden is and isn’t telling us, why he’s such an unreliable narrator and how that affects our knowledge of events and characters. Every year I have students saying they have crushes on Holden, and every year, I have students saying they really identify with him, that he speaks a lot of feelings they haven’t been able to say. Sometimes it’s students I had pegged early on as probable Holden-fans, and sometimes, it’s the girl I least expect, the polar opposite of Holden, who comes to me after class one day and says, “I totally get him because we are so much alike!

In some ways, I think this is because, dated slang aside, Holden remains a classic teenager, one with lots to say but who struggles with how to say it, one who lies without even knowing why he’s done it, and one who is torn between wanting to remain a child while being drawn inexorably towards adulthood. He’s an outsider when he should be an insider, a sensitive person in a world full of phonies, someone who longs to be understood but manages to alienate those who try to connect with him: teenage stuff, for sure. But then, as an adult, I found myself much more empathetic with Holden than I could manage to be as a teenager. I think being totally unfamiliar with his world of privilege was one obstacle, though that may say more about me than the book itself, and I found the stream-of-consciousness style and unresolved ending a little off-putting as well.

Teachers often like to shuffle their curricula when they’ve been teaching a text for so long that it loses any appeal, and I get that; after reading hundreds or thousands of essays on the significance of Desdemona’s handkerchief, it’s understandable for Othello to lose some of its magic. But at this point in my career, I can’t imagine saying goodbye to Holden.

All Ninth Grade, All The Time

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This is my first year teaching only 9th graders all year, as in previous years, I’ve been teaching juniors or seniors during the same year as well. Since I’m also on the 9th grade advisory team, this means that I’ve been immersed in this particular freshman class, which luckily happens to be a really wonderful group of girls. Next year, I’ll have a senior course in addition to my freshmen, but this year has been really interesting to me in terms of teaching one prep for multiple sections, and what drawbacks and benefits there are.

As often happens, ProfHacker has come up with a practical pedagogical article that, while written by/for the professoriate, is thought-provoking for high school teachers. Billie Hara writes about teaching multiple sections of a literature survey class and how the different demographics and dynamics of the sections pose some challenges. One of her favorite methods is Think-Pair-Share, which is one of my favorites as well. It’s useful for when you have a group of students who don’t want to talk much, or to encourage reflection in a class where everyone shouts out, or when you have one student who dominates the class discourse. I also like to have students write down their thoughts first and then share, which can serve all of the same purposes, but is also encouraging informal writing, which can often make students more at ease with formal writing when done repeatedly.

Another dilemma she mentions is what to do with pacing when you have one class that is capable of moving faster than the other sections, but for various reasons, you can’t really let them. It would make class planning a lot harder if you have three sections all at different places in a novel, and at the high school level, I don’t want the girls telling each other what happens next or being able to prompt each other with “right” answers for discussions or assessments. The other difficulty is that since my classes are all “regular,” not designated honors classes, I wouldn’t want one section (or their parents) to start wondering why another group was chapters ahead of them, and then believing that there was some kind of invisible tracking going on. I address this most often by differentiating discussion among my sections, making sure that each class hits the key points, but offering more scaffolding to one group while encouraging the next group to push even deeper into analytical thinking.

All in all, I’ve enjoyed my all-9s year so far, as much as I’m looking forward to developing my senior elective on Latin American literature too. I talked on Parents Night this year about how much I love teaching ninth graders, and while I saw some disbelief on some parents’ faces, it’s completely true. I enjoy teaching the kind of compositional and comprehension skills that are ninth-grade appropriate, I get to teach some really great literature, but also, ninth graders are just so much fun. They are still closer to children than young adults, for the most part, so while they aren’t always the most organized group, they are enthusiastic and curious in a way that older students are sometimes careful to hide. The analogy that springs to my mind most often is puppies: they’re tricky to train and they don’t always go where they are supposed to, but they are curious and lovable, excited and affectionate, and it’s thoroughly fun to spend your day with them.

Singing My Song

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You know how it goes, right? When you hear that song for the first time, and you tell your kids or your husband to stop talking, or you pull over on the side of the road and close your eyes and let the song fill you up. And you don’t know whether it’s the lyrics, or the voice, or the music itself, but something in that song has wound itself around your heart.

Right now, that song is Sharon Van Etten’s Save Yourself, and it’s absolutely permeating my world these days. Sharon’s got all kinds of heat and attention right now, and she has a new album just out, and I’m slowly falling in love with that one too, but this song, this song is it for me. Her voice and harmonies are hitting me where I live, and the lyrics and the music are equally as gorgeous and haunting.

Has a song done that for you recently? What was it?

52 Songs, 52 Stories

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Someday, if I’m feeling ambitious and ready for a challenge, I’m going to do a version of this amazing project: 52 Songs, 52 Stories. The blogger chose a song each week, posted a video for that song and wrote a very short story inspired by the song. He was inspired by several projects, including A Month in Music, where a blogger played his music collection continuously, on shuffle, for 30 days and wrote about what he heard each day. If I did a similar year-long project, I would not only write flash fiction, but also flash creative nonfiction, riffing on the songs I chose but also soliciting reader requests, I think.

This is the kind of inspiration, however, that I think would be easily adaptable, as writing prompts for poems or any short pieces of writing, especially for people like me who think about their identities or periods in their lives in terms of music.

Book Reviews: A Visit From the Goon Squad, A Fortunate Age

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Sometimes you read a book because you’ve chosen it specifically, and other times, books land serendipitously into your life. Recently, my mother passed on a book she’d missed in her book club, and I picked up another at The Book Thing of Baltimore when I dropped off the results of my recent book purge. Despite not choosing to read them together, they had a lot in common, and the experience certainly colored my perceptions of each.

Both A Visit from the Goon Squad and A Fortunate Age: A Novel are modern books set primarily in New York City. By modern, I mean not only that they take place in the very recent past, but also that both employ specifically modern techniques, shifting narratives that move from character to character and incorporating themes of modern society into the themes of the novel. If you’ve read much about Goon Squad, for example, you know that there is an entire chapter done in Powerpoint slides, and the characters in Fortunate Age read Gawker.

Despite being in the generation that should be right in tune with the cultural references for these books, I confess up front that as a reader, I don’t usually fall in love with modern novels. I like a little history, a little epic sweep, a little romance and tragedy played out against a greater stage. Therefore, I’m more likely to feel strongly about a contemporary novel like The Invisible Bridge (my review here) or The Paris Wife: A Novel (the latter of which I reviewed here and also recommended to my mother’s book club, so clearly I loved it!). I confess further that I also enjoy real endings to books, with a little more resolution than many modern novels tend to offer.

However, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate modern novels, and I found much to appreciate and admire in these two. A Fortunate Age does a pitch-perfect job of capturing the post-college wanderings privileged young people go through these days, with major and minor detours of varying strength, and the characters in it ring true. Some of the characters land on their feet, others get lost in the forest, but you end up truly caring about each of them, and their eventual destinies seem authentic and fitting. I especially liked Emily, an aspiring actress with a mentally ill sister, and Dave, a musician who experiences success and ambivalence in equal measures. While A Visit from the Goon Squad does shift like a kaleidoscope and employ some innovative narrative strategies, I never felt like Egan’s maneuvers were gratuitous or distracted from the story she was telling or the characters that were speaking. Each novel did a great job of building a world that felt comprehensive and vivid, realistically flawed and sincere characters, and a pervasive emotional tone.

Blogiversary

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Like Anjali, I recently passed my 500 post milestone for this blog, which I first posted in on July 12, 2007. That also means that my blog will turn five this summer, the same year that my children and my marriage turn ten.

That first month, I had stopped posting in an old personal blog I maintained primarily to keep in touch with family and friends, back in the old pre-Facebook days and started this shiny new blog, though not yet under my own name. It was my first time using WordPress, and I had decided to make myself a blog/website where I could host the writing clips I was slowly but surely amassing. Like Anjali, I wanted a blog that was much more about myself as a writer than as a mother. I was starting to think more about my voice as a writer and my online presence, and I wanted to start fresh.

Now, looking back, I think this blog made another shift that paralleled my career shifting, as I moved from a writer who taught adjunct classes to a teacher who tries to make time for writing. I still post about wonderful lovely girls, but the focus of my professional and creative life has shifted, and so has my blog.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: maintaining the blogging habit has been one of the best decisions I’ve made in the past five years, as a writer and in terms of personal growth and health.  I simply can’t imagine my life without it.

Thanks so much for coming along on this journey with me; I hope you’ll stick around for the next five years.

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