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Pottermore!

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Pottermore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How did I spend my Saturday night? Definitely geeking out over Pottermore, which is finally open to the general public! Many of us Potter devotees have been waiting since the summer, so this was a thrilling moment.

Now that I have seen Pottermore, I still find it hard to describe what it is, exactly. The official description is “a unique and free-to-use website which builds an exciting online experience around the reading of the Harry Potter books.” But is it a social networking site? A video game? So far, it seems to be a little of both. I have made friends with Dana Huff, and and I have dueled, made potions, and collected Galleons that I can use to buy schoolbooks or potion ingredients. But while I’ve enjoyed collecting Galleons and other items as I made my way through the chapters, that is not the main appeal for me. The times when I’ve felt so excited that Pottermore is finally open are when I’ve seen the gorgeous illustrations, heard the sounds,and most importantly, gotten to read the J.K. Rowling exclusive pieces. Ever wanted to know more about Mr. Ollivander? Professor McGonagall? Why toads are unpopular pets to bring to Hogwarts? There’s so much to read and learn, and all of it is rewarding for any HP fan. Of course, it was wonderful to be sorted (Ravenclaw, which I’ve always felt a real affinity for), and to purchase my own wand from Ollivander’s (cypress, with unicorn-hair core). But getting to delve deeper into this beloved world, and learn more about some of my most favorite characters, is truly special.

There’s a ton of fan-created art throughout the site, which I think is also really special for kids like my students, who love to imagine their favorite characters and worlds. The official Pottermore Insider blog does a really nice job of highlighting many of these examples as well. I’m also glad that the fan art is not dominant, however, but viewable in separate galleries. I’m not very good at making potions or dueling, but to be fair, I’m using a trackpad mouse and have not put very much effort into getting good (yet).

My main concern at this point is that only the first book exists on the site so far, and I’m already craving more! I have to admit also at feeling tantalized by what has been made available and longing for more; for example, you can collect rare books in the library, but you cannot read them! I’m hoping to be more satisfied once the long-awaited Harry Potter encyclopedia appears.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

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Pacific Crest Trail logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s a genre of books, and memoirs, that could be summed up as “I went to the woods” books, inspired by or akin to Thoreau‘s famous Walden manifesto about life in the woods and why you should seek it out. You know the one: you read it in high school English class or you remember it being quoted in Dead Poets Society. Here’s a refresher: “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived….I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world” (Thoreau). As our society gets ever more technologically connected, these memoirs seem even more relevant and appealing.

Most often, these tales are written by men, but Cheryl Strayed‘s Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail makes for a funny, sexy, gritty and feminine addition to the category. It might sound funny to use the word “sexy” to describe a story in which the author loses five toenails and doesn’t shower for weeks on end, but even without the sensual interlude Strayed does find along the trail, she describes plenty of other sexual episodes with Joe, her heroin addict ex-boyfriend, and the confidence she gains through each daunting section of the trail. I found the book easy to connect to on personal levels, as Strayed and I share some similarities, but I think it’s also so easy to connect to the narrative because Strayed has such a distinctively honest and intimate voice, so that you feel like she’s talking directly to you.

Like many, I was a fan of Strayed’s for months before I knew her name, while I was reading her work on the fabulous Dear Sugar advice columns at The Rumpus, which are being collected as a forthcoming book as well, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (Vintage). If you haven’t been a fan of Sugar’s, I can’t recommend her work highly enough, and if you are a fan, you’ll find Wild a great read as well.

However, even if you don’t know Strayed’s work at all, I think Wild is really a great read, with a brutal beauty in the style of writing as well as the landscape it depicts.

Getting Drafty

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So far in April, I’ve written sixteen poems, following the prompts given at Poetic Asides for the 2012 Poem-A-Day Challenge, and including an additional tanka challenge.

Now, have I written one each day? No, there have definitely been points where I lagged behind and then caught up, drafting several poems in a day. I’ve got one to go right now, actually, a prompt from a few days ago involving the idea of shadows and shade.

Have I written sixteen good poems? Definitely not; most are first drafts, and some I knew were not very good, even as I wrote them down.

So what is the value, then, of a challenge like this? I would say part of the value is that you push yourself to pile up a lot of shitty first drafts, as Anne Lamott wrote in her wonderful book on writing, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (please buy a copy of that if you don’t already have it, whether you use my link or not). The value of the shitty first draft is overcoming procrastination and perfectionism and getting something down on paper without worrying about whether it’s good yet or not. According to Lamott, every good writer has to do these drafts before you get to the good drafts, and I think I’m not alone in finding this reassuring. There’s a version of this sentiment at work in National Novel Writing Month as well, where they value “enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft” and say, “Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that’s a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.”

Will I revise each and every one of these drafts further? No, probably not. But I can tell already that some of them have potential as ideas, and I know also that some of them have some good lines, or at least the germ of a good line, and any poet knows the value of one great line.

I think that once I’m done this challenge, I’ll have some good candidates for further revision, and some recoverable lines that I’ll plant in new poems. But more importantly, I’ll have gained some momentum through carving out time to regularly engage the poetic gear of my writer’s mind, and that will surely benefit me.

Poetry March Madness, Round Two

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As promised, the time has come to blog about this year’s poetry March Madness tournaments in my classes. Before I tell you the results, here are a few ways I modified my efforts this year, rather than duplicating how I handled it last year:

  • Instead of staying digital, this year I printed out paper brackets and made a bulletin board display, with the brackets, the booklet of poems, and a page describing the public poetry extra credit project
  • I reserved several days for the tournaments, rather than spreading them out over the month of March. As our spring break is usually in March, consolidating the poems helped keep momentum going this year
  • I randomly assigned students to read certain poems, rather than letting them choose, which saved us some time
  • We finished the unit by having students choose one poem from the booklet and write a timed explication of about three paragraphs. They were allowed to bring in a carefully annotated copy of the poem, as well as a chart listing poetic devices, with corresponding examples from the poem.

So who won? Well, just as last year, Still I Rise and Mid-Term Break were the finalists from my three sections. Once again, we have a strong inspirational poem and a really heart-breaking one!

I’m really happy with how the tournament went this year, so I think I may keep these revisions for next year. I’ve thought some about changing up the poems I use, but haven’t made any real decisions yet. Either way, I think this unit is definitely a keeper.

Review: The Beginner’s Goodbye

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Cover of "Back When We Were Grownups: A N...

Cover of Back When We Were Grownups: A Novel

As a longtime Anne Tyler fan, there was no question that I would pick up The Beginner’s Goodbye as soon as possible, pre-ordering it for my Kindle and then reading it as quickly as I could (though my grades were also due last week, which put a cramp in my reading plans).

Tyler’s latest has gotten savaged in the New York Times, and many of Kakutani’s criticisms are fair. This novel did not leave me with the sense of deep emotional intimacy I had come to feel with characters of Tyler’s before, like Maggie and Ira in Breathing Lessons: A Novel or Back When We Were Grownups, two of my favorite novels. Goodbye features a male hero very similar to men Tyler has shown us before: a crotchety kind of guy who adheres to rigid routines and a cranky outlook on the world, regardless of his age, but who ends up being drawn to women who are flightier, feminine, without always realizing what warmth and richness the women in his life bring to it. There’s not much here that we haven’t seen before from Tyler, and the novel has a roundness, an “happily ever after” aspect that Tyler usually doesn’t have, the kind that’s more often the province of women’s fiction authors like Maeve Binchy (my favorite of the supermarket-style women’s fiction authors). Regardless of the newness of the characters or themes, I always enjoy spending time in the world Tyler creates and seeing the world through her eyes, with her own affection for the quirky and eccentric.

As a Tyler completist, I enjoyed the book. There are scenes and lines in it that ring truly and are trademark Tyler, clear-eyed and poignant and candidly bittersweet. But I wouldn’t recommend it to someone who is not familiar with her work, and I don’t suspect it will linger with me the way others of her novels do.

National Poetry Month!

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Pathside poetry in Abriachan Woods

Pathside poetry in Abriachan Woods (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hooray, it’s that time of year again when we join together to celebrate poetry! Welcome to National Poetry Month!

Over the past two years, my own efforts personally and professionally have been growing steadily, and this year I’m really happy with where I am. I’m doing a modified version of March Madness poetry brackets tournament with my students again; watch for an upcoming post on how I changed it up this year, though so far last year’s winner, “Still I Rise,” is still a strong contender. My students are also working already on their public poetry projects, which have been a big hit the past few years. So far, the one I’m most excited to see is one using Oscar Wilde’s “Les Ballons” and actual balloons! Personally, I’ll be tackling the Poem-A-Day Challenge again at Poetic Asides. I completed the challenge successfully two years ago and then flamed out terribly last year, so I’m aiming for another success this year.

My free National Poetry Month poster is already hanging on my wall, and I’ve signed up for a few daily-delivery-poems by email or Twitter also. I’m ready to spend the month celebrating poetry, enjoying the excitement with my students, and seeing what fruits come of my own poetic labors.

Road Trip

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Looking out over the tidal marsh to the Folly as the tide comes in, at Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s something quintessentially American about road tripping to me; the freedom of the open road, the heritage of the automobile itself, the independence of setting your own schedule and bowing only to your own whims. I come from a long line of road trippers, and have seen most of America through the windshield of a car, so I was determined that my kids would be road trippers too. So far, they’ve ridden along for trips to upstate New York, Tennessee, Alabama and now Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.

Last week’s trip was a long one, 600 miles each way, but I’m proud to report that my girls made the perfect traveling companions. This was the first time I’d been the sole adult along for the ride, and I was definitely wary of how far my patience would stretch as the miles added up. I stocked up with music for the trip, including Victorious: Music from the Hit TV Show, from my daughters’ favorite TV show, as well as doubling up on Taylor Swift with Speak Now and Fearless. We also listened to Little House on the Prairie on CD, a book we read together years ago but that my girls didn’t remember completely clearly. If you’re a fan of audiobooks like my girls are, this recording is done by Emmy/Tony winner Cherry Jones, who does a remarkable job bringing the characters to life. It was an interesting parallel journey too, as the Ingalls sally forth in their covered wagon and we took our wheels on down the highway.

Hilton Head is absolutely gorgeous, and I’m looking forward to returning someday. I usually spend my break tackling house projects and mountains of laundry and grading, and while those mountains were definitely awaiting me on my return, I’m really glad we had the chance to take this all-girls trip together; I know I’ll remember it forever, and I hope my girls will too.

Hogwarts School for A Day

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Coat of arms of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry from Harry Potter book series, by J.K Rowling. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Beware of Moving Staircases!”

“Don’t Feed the Thestrals!”

Today, in lieu of an April Fool’s Day prank, our senior class surprised us all by decorating the Upper School to resemble Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  Dementors are roaming the halls, and Moaning Myrtle has taken up residence in one of the bathrooms. Each common area was designated as a house and is streaming with banners and confetti in the appropriate colors, and there are signs everywhere about educational decrees and dangerous wizards on the loose. The dining hall has designated seating areas for each House, and there was a Sorting Hat Ceremony during lunch. During Morning Meeting, there was a Harry Potter flash mob, and there will be Quidditch demonstrations on the lawn in the afternoon.

My door proudly pronounces “Professor Regales’ Transfiguration Class,” and like I told my freshmen, it’s like I woke up in one of my own dreams. I think it’s fairly known that I’m a huge Harry Potter fan (witness the small stuffed Fawkes plush on my desk, for example, and how often I use HP for examples in class), and I’ve been thinking of ways to bring my HP fandom into my classroom even more. But this was even better, and I’m so glad the seniors included me.

Today, as on many days, I feel so lucky and grateful to have this job, to be part of this community.  Now if I could only figure out how to change myself into a cat and back again, it would be the best day ever!

Mourning Adrienne Rich

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We lost a great poet this week: a powerful voice of challenging eloquence, a fierce spirit and force for justice in the world. Years ago, I saw her speak at the school where I currently teach, long before I knew I would teach there, and it was simply wonderful.  She signed my copy of Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, and I didn’t know it, but a new chapter of my life was about to be born. I consider it a great honor to teach today at the school she attended as a young girl, and mourn her loss deeply and truly.

“Burning Oneself Out”

We can look into the stove tonight
as into a mirror, yes,

the serrated log, the yellow-blue gaseous core

the crimson-flittered grey ash, yes.
I know inside my eyelids
and underneath my skin

Time takes hold of us like a draft
upward, drawing at the heats
in the belly, in the brain

You told me of setting your hand
into the print of a long-dead Indian
and for a moment, I knew that hand,

that print, that rock,
the sun producing powerful dreams
A word can do this

or, as tonight, the mirror of the fire
of my mind, burning as if it could go on
burning itself, burning down

feeding on everything
till there is nothing in life
that has not fed that fire

Teaching The Hunger Games

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Yes, I read the book (at least, the first one), and no, I haven’t seen the movie, and YES, my students have been talking about it for months!

Recently, I had to use half of my class period for administrative business, so I decided to pull together some fun Hunger Games-related prompts and themes for my students to work on once they’ve finished. Some of these prompts are useful even if students have not read the book or seen the movie, and others rely on knowledge of the text in order to respond. Click here to download the Word document I made for my students.

Also, please take my first-ever poll!

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