Sunday, April 17, 2011

Final Blog


Throughout this class, without pause, I have been consistently challenged to apply my not-yet-put-to-the-test and highly idealized theories on what it means to be a good teacher to hypothetical situations in which real students – and plenty of them – present their objections and struggles with specific material or assignments, with reading at all and with English as a discipline.  In a variety of situations, you all have presented what will be real obstacles to my desire to be a good teacher – to be the “open-minded” teacher I asserted that I wanted to be in the very earliest days of class.

I am thankful to all of you for this.  The course has fostered some very real growth and self-reflection for me, and has given me a “box of tools” of sorts, with which to approach the multitude of problems which will inevitably – and repetitively – need to be solved.

We have engaged in such a variety of activities within which to engage with a text, as well as with such a variety of texts through which to engage a subject matter, and these have all permeated my teaching being.  Graphic novels no longer frighten me, technology has been welcomed into my repertoire for approaching even the most classical of literature, and I have been enriched with a litany of teaching techniques and approaches that will keep students actively engaged and able to find one of their own strengths and best ways for interacting with our own material.  Ideally, no one will be bored, and no one will hate or fail literature courses that I teach.

Dr. Mortimore has done an excellent job of modeling – which we ourselves will surely replicate in our classrooms, as we strive to create appeal in the act of reading and analyzing literature and in the arts of writing, of critical thinking, and of being a student and a learner.  If we are doing as good a job as she has done, our students will be active participants in the construction of their learning.  They will willingly engage in dialogue, they will both posit and respond to questions, they will display genuine sensory interaction with what is going on in the classroom (introducing all of their senses honestly and never just seeing words on a page), as well as genuine emotional reactions to texts and topics and activities in the classroom, and they will actively, and of their own motivation, seek out projects that channel their unique interest(s) in aspects of the material we cover and reflect on the personal connections they have made and meaning they have created.  We have done all of this in our journey this term, as we have learned to think about problems of, and techniques for, and approaches to Teaching Adolescent Literature. We have learned. We now have tools at our disposal, in a figurative “box” that should remain always and forever open such that new tools can be added and old ones can be either disposed of or recycled.

When I reflect back on that first day of class, in which we were allowed to choose one word (or term) capture the quality we wanted to define us as teachers of adolescent literature, I am deeply satisfied with my progression over the course of the last few months.  That day, I chose “open-minded” and already, in just the course of these few months, my commitment to that word has been challenged.  You all have contributed such different – and equally strong – ideas for how to teach, and it was this quality in each of you that kept me so challenged.  You were models yourselves: of other ideas, of innovation teachers, and of the diversity of students that will appear in my classroom(s) over the years.  My commitment to remain open-minded has already been given some exercise and, as a result, it is stronger.  This means to me that learning has taken place, and therefore – and moreover – that I have cultivated the knowledge and the experience necessary to continue to craft myself into an open-minded teacher who considers and responds to the needs and wants of all of my students – and continues to be open to their individual abilities to succeed in learning to learn, and learning to like to learn.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Songs of me . . .

Home, by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros
Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you

Holy roly, me, oh my, you’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

Chorus:
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I’m coming Home

I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you

That’s true

We laugh until we think we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the sticks we’re running free like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see.

Chorus

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you



1%, by Janes Addiction
all the people i know wanna be left alone
some people!
i don't know?
they wanna leave you alone
you gotta be just - be just like them
biggest gang i know they call the government
gang is a weapon
that you trade your mind in for
you gotta be just - be just like them
the gang
and the government
no different
the gang
and the government
no different
the gang
and the government
no different
that makes me
1%
that makes me
1%
trouble comes down
like a foot steppin heavy
shake your fist
at the bitch
or wave your money
you gotta be right
you gotta be right
don't be no
supper for a big fish
with the big lip
and the over -
bite - bite

you gotta bite
bite - bite - bite - da bita
bite - bite - ba da da bita
bite - bite - bite - bite
bite - bite - bite - bite
all the people i know wanna be left alone
some people!
i don't know?
they wanna leave you alone!
you gotta be just - be just like them
the gang
and the government
no different
the gang
and the government
no different
the gang
and the government
no different
that makes me
1%
that makes me
1%
that makes me
1%
that makes me
1%
Juicy, by Notorious B.I.G.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

[Verse Two:]

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Verse Three:]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

(It's all good)

...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight




Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Shakespeare in 2011

I am presenting this week, on Shakespeare, and so I put quite a bit of thought into the material - especially the articles on teaching Shakespeare. 

I have read Romeo and Juliet before, of course, though a refresher is always necessary.  I had not read anything quite like the Manga version, though I am familiar with and embrace adaptations of all sorts. And of course there is the overarching fact that I myself chose to present for this unit - and to do the group teach on Shakespeare as well.  Nonetheless, I was at a loss.  Those articles were what consumed me, more than the original text itself, and I think this may be a good thing.  I think it may be born of the fact that I have begun to think like a teacher, and I found myself adopting the student attitude that I would surely encounter, from at least some of my students, which is "ugh, why?" or something similar.



And why is a good question, actually.  Why do we value Shakespeare in the unparalleled way that we do? How many people - honestly - do you know that read Shakespeare for pleasure?  Can you honestly proclaim that you would rather sit down with a Shakespeare play for pleasure reading than you would with - well, whatever you enjoy reading for pleasure? (For me, it might be Jhumpra Lahiri - something contemporary - and it might be Leo Tolstoy - something entirely not contemporary - but it would surely not be Shakespeare). And yet, we place this enormous emphasis on Shakespeare and feel proud of any familiarity with his work.  We quote his work like mad, even if we are not well read (case in point: in a film I watched recently entitled Conviction, Juliette Lewis plays a teeth-rotted drug addict who aptly notes that "something is rotten in Denmark" in one scene; her character's familiarity with Shakespeare had surely been curtailed shortly after she reached the legal age for dropping out of school). Culturally - and outwardly - we all proclaim to love Shakespeare, and we all want a little piece of the pie.  But personally - and inwardly (and thus very honestly) - I know nary a soul who truly takes great pleasure in reading Shakespeare.


{I will provide one caveat to that: those of us who were English majors in college may actually harbor a great love for what remains of our in-depth studies of Shakespeare.  But that caveat is hardly needed, as it will make itself prominent without my assistance in but a moment.}

There are a couple of reasons for this phenomenon, I think.  The first is rather simple: Shakespeare is meant to be performed.  Even the most imaginative readers do better in their appreciation of the humor and the general animation of the characters when they are acted out as they were intended to be. The particular humor of Shakespeare is better in choral laughter than it is a singular - and solo - guffaw. 

The far more important reason (which ties in closely to its theatrical nature), however, is this: Shakespeare is thematic.  Those aforementioned English majors, and all honest-to-goodness lovers of Shakespeare - and even those who may not even be educated in much of Shakespeare's work but who nonetheless quote him aptly, as Juliette Lewis's character did in the film Conviction - love what is buried in the stories of the plays; the lessons, the maxims, the tenants, the themes.

"Something is rotten in Denmark" means something enormous, something profound, something culturally relevant, and something we all understand, even outside of the context of the play (Hamlet) from which it is adopted.  "To be or not to be" is the same.  There is this unique combination that comprises Shakespeare, where the reading is revealing, the performance is highly entertaining, but the legacy is in the theme - which you could not arrive at, of course, without the reading - and rereading.  In fact, the reading becomes more appealing the second time around.  Once you are familiar with the thematic weight and import of Shakespeare, you want more - you even cherish occasional re-reads, in which you may increase the depth of your connection with these words of such legacy.

In sum, then, those people who actually enjoy reading Shakespeare are those who have read Shakespeare before, perhaps even many times.  This is like many things of value, I suppose.  Many people report that their first time on a snowboard is not at all enjoyable; they spend the majority of their time on the ground. But I know that any person who has ever suffered through that first experience will defend a great love of the activity.  The same is true for running as exercise, or knitting, or playing the guitar - or any activity that is in any manner (intellectually, mentally, physically) challenging and rewarding.  Appreciation is born of a commitment that leads to a mastery that eventually fosters appreciation (with many painful and difficult steps in between).






But good luck telling kids that, right?  This may be amongst their least favorite lines, in fact. And we wouldn't be very good teachers if we told them, actually.  Rather, we have to show them.  We have to get them through that first reading of Shakespeare without losing them entirely.  If we get them through a first reading (even a cursory one) and can move into some hands-on playing, they might just survive.  If we can play a bit with the text, in all kinds of ways - performing it and rewriting it and drawing it and connecting it in every way possible to not only modern life generally, but our own lives specifically - we might even move past survival mode, and everyone knows that life is far more enjoyable when we have the luxury of moving past survival mode.

"Shakespeare deals with familiar and abiding concerns."  If we can make our students feel that truth, we should not have to answer the why? But that is a genuine struggle, especially for a teacher with more than twenty students at once . . .

Referenced:  http://kbagdanov.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/why-teach-shakespeare/

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Real Food

The end of Feed was devastating to me.  I have definitely come to think more like a teacher over this course, because it occurred to me that this ending might not affect my students in the same way, and that it might be difficult to have them step outside of themselves and examine their own worlds - as it was difficult for Titus to accept the things that were wrong with his world, and as it is difficult for all of us in our way.

It might be particularly difficult because I come from a different generation; I know the pleasures of playing barefoot, hauling buckets of twigs and berries up to the tree house via a "rope" concocted out of twigs to make play "dinner."  I know the pleasures of imaginative play, with nothing but our brains and our bodies at our disposal to amuse us through the long summer.  My appreciation of this has to be tempered with an appreciation for the world of students today.  I have to remember my love for my iPhone, so that I can position myself squarely on their level and imagine how they might feel about the pleasures of the technology that narrates their lives.  Only then might I be able to get them to open up about what they may not like about it, and to get them to a point of self-reflection and cultural reflection, in which they are able and willing to be honest about the world they exist in, and all of its glory and all of its flaws.

This, of course, is an exercise is critical thinking.  It goes beyond an analysis of the novel, of the 21st century, and of the role of technology in our lives, socially, professionally and in every other way.  It is instead an exercise in the most coveted act of critical thinking of all - that of self-reflection and self-criticism.  If we can all agree that the amount of time that we spend on "screens" - our own feeds, though not yet implanted - is detrimental on any level, how can we forgive ourselves for pushing the entire population further down the road to a true "Feed" if we do not begin to limit our time on such "screens"?  To honestly self-restrict, as we would if we decided we had gained too much weight or had slacked or procrastinated too long on any project that meant something to us?  We all have responsibility for where we head culturally; nothing can actually be "done" to us without our consent.

Titus breaks my heart when he ignores Violet's list of things she wants to do at the end of the novel, and I think this may also affect the students, whether they have run barefoot on sand or not.  It brought to mind a song I heard recently which, for whatever reason, brought a bit of emotion to my day.  The chorus in the song talks about how it is always those simple and unaffected things in life that are most appreciated.  The chorus refers to some particularly simple things:  "a cold beer on a Friday night, a pair of jeans that fit just right."  And it resonates with the listener - or at least it sure did with this first-time listener.

Violet's list is composed of many such things:  dancing, sitting somewhere quiet (without the background noise of engines), seeing art, going to an old country store that "only sells beer and jerky," renting a hotel room, going :into the office" every day, getting older, calling the dog in and being called Nana. These are the things that have been lost in the culture that exists in Feed.  They are the simplest things; things we still look to today, things students might be able to relate to.   I think there is a lesson to be learned in literature, but as in the best literature, the largest lesson here is in life, and in making a commitment to maintaining the health and viability of our world - the one that we love and that we desire to live in.  I am designing a lesson plan to that end currently, centered around this novel.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Story Lines

"Education is about learning to live in a world community, about communicating and questioning and listening." -Rachel Cook, "Beyond Tolerance"

Everyone has lines - these sentences we repeat, maybe varying them slightly each time - that help us to make sense of our lives, of who we are and what we do and why we do it.  One of my own is in reference to why I was an English major.  I explain that I believe that a liberal arts education - as an undergraduate - is invaluable, that we should not be forced to select a career-oriented major at such a young age, as we are only beginning to figure out who we are and what we enjoy and are good at.  I go on to emphasize the studies of history, religion and literature as the most valuable content areas.  And ultimately, I explain that I chose to study literature because I felt that I would delve into more of the content of religion and history through the study of literature than I would delve into the content of literature and religion if I were to study history, or literature and history if I were to study religion.  Of course the study of religion requires an historic context; in fact, it IS historic context.  And of course a study of history will involve religion; the majority of conflicts between men were over religion.  But would the study of religion or history introduce literature? Other than textbooks, and in the absence of a very innovative instructor, I would assert not.  But literature would inevitably introduce me to history - to histories, actually; to histories of nations, of families, of individuals, and of religions.

This is how my line goes, and it is a portion of the explanation of what led me to where I am now, as I study and prepare to be a teacher of literature.

Rachel Cook clearly understands this.  When she says, "education is about learning to live in a world community, about communicating and questioning and listening," it is clear that she recognizes that education is not about memorizing facts and figures; it is not about being able to prove one's ability to memorize facts and figures by reciting them accurately, without the use of props or aids to assist memory, on a test or quiz; it is not about reading for retention or to fill a well with artifacts.  Rather, she recognizes that it is about "learning to live in a world community," or, as I translate, learning to be a human.  This is done by studying the history of how other humans have lived, and examine where their mistakes and their ingenuity led them, and to reflect on who we are - as individuals and as communities - in our current world, and to be always aware of how we could be better.  Isn't it?  Isn't this clearly the goal of education?

When her students think she is a history teacher, I have to laugh.  First I laugh because I think, of course she is not a history teacher - she is not testing them on facts and figures; she is not having them regurgitate dates and events.  And then I laugh because of the irony of what she is teaching them, and how it applies to my snap judgment here.  She is teaching them to be open and accepting, to not be fearful of - and thus judgmental of - otherness.  And I am praising that type of teaching, even as I am guilty of judging the otherness of another class format - one of which I really know very little.  So maybe my own mind is closed a bit, and I have said since the start of this class that I want to be an open-minded teacher - so that closure is unacceptable.  But it is there, so just as Cook's students, and my students, and all students, must learn to accept things initially unfamiliar and thus uncomfortable, so must I.

BUT, at the same time, I stand behind my "line," my standardized explanation of why literature.  I do so because of the limitless nature of a good novel for teaching what Cook here desires to teach:  how to be a good human in a changing world, a solid citizen in a world community, a curious and interested individual committed to contributing to the betterment of our society, both locally and globally.

And Cook is correct - tolerance is not a helpful word.  Dissecting language, the power of language, is a part of what our students can take away from us, and her slashed out presentation of the word"tolerance" (along with the other of the word "silence") is an excellent way to model that for her students.  She explains so well what tolerance is, so I needn't reiterate.  Tolerance is a level above disdain, it is a forced acceptance. Why would we teach this?  If we teach understanding, by encouraging students to delve into the cultures of the world literature they encounter, by assigning the roles on the role sheets in literature circles, by tasting food, hearing music, watching film and in all ways immersing ourselves into an unfamiliar culture - all the while maintaining awareness of the single quality that transcends otherness and binds us all:  humanity - and the resulting attitude of our students is one of tolerance, we have failed.  Miserably.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Evolution

I'd have thought I would be writing about The Book Thief.  I think, perhaps, after I finished, I found there was almost too much reaction, too much emotion; somehow, I was stunned and unable to shape my thoughts into something write-able and read-able. 

Then I read from our Literature Circles book, and there was something that stuck out in my mind, and that connected my readings and my thoughts on issues within The Book Thief, about The Book Thief, and about teaching novels in general, and it became the focus of my blog for this week.

On page 149 of Literature Circles, in the section where two fourth grade teachers describe their initial experiences with Literature Circles, there is an explanation of the space in which they conduct the circles, because, as they say, "who likes to read a book in stiff, upright chairs?"  This is true, and it is not something oft discussed in educational circles.  The teachers go on to describe the rooms where they read, which "have the feeling of a living room, with couches, recliners, rocking chairs, pillows, rugs, and several floor and table lamps.  Just turning off the fluorescent overhead lights and using our special 'mood lighting' really changes the climate in the room." 

One might think that this is too student-lounge-like, and this not appropriate for real learning.  Those folks might be satisfied with the simple response that the literature circles are in fact quite different than other classroom activity, and that this more relaxed environment enhances the more relaxed mood and atmosphere of the literature circle. 

But something more complicated took shape in my mind.  Our classrooms have looked the same for a very long time.  While our homes and offices and lives have changed dramatically, our classrooms have stayed the same for hundreds of years.  It may be a conducive set-up for learning in many, even most instances, or it may not be.  At any rate, while we question everything in education - every practice, every teacher, every text, every philosophy - we have not much questioned the physical layout of the traditional classroom.

In the early 1800's - even the early 1900's, the times of Liesel Meminger - our comforts were limited.  We sat in wooden chairs for most things; there was no upholstery if you were not wealthy.  Rooms were furnished with necessities, and little beyond.  As technology progressed, only a select few were able to partake of its pleasures.  Not everyone had telephones and certainly not everyone had televisions. 

Today, this is not the case.  Doesn't every person you know have a cell phone?  A television?  An upholstered chair?  Somewhere in our history - and this parallels a shift in the economy and the of our nation - it became common for not only the wealthy to partake of these comforts, but the whole population.  From the lowest income strata of the middle class to the highest strata of the upper class, we all have these creature comforts and they are in no way considered luxuries today.

But in Liesel Meminger's time, she was lucky to sleep in her own room (except when she shared with Max) and to have a full meal (albeit watery pea soup) once a day.  She probably had not seen much in the way of upholstered furniture until she visited Frau Hermann's mansion. 

In her day, with such limitations placed on such a large population of the people (and the same was true in the U.S., in a way that it is no longer, anyway), there was a very different mindset.  People did not feel entitled.  I would argue that we do today.  Children were disciplined rigidly (as we saw clearly in The Book Thief).  I would argue that they are not today.  Sitting still in a wooden chair all day was the norm, and if you were to misbehave - well, we saw what happened to Liesel, and to Rudy, and to all miscreants in the schools, both German and American, of those days. 

Sitting is a wooden chair all day today is NOT the norm.  Outside of school, students are exposed to more comforts than the students of 1900 could fathom.  Whether you agree with the comforts we afford our children or not, or with the disciplinary structures we impose (or don't impose) or not, this is our world.  We have all inherited it, and for better or worse, we all exist in it.  We all partake of modern comforts, and we have all changed - inherently and forever - because of this. 

So perhaps we ought to talk about the physical structure of our classrooms?  Perhaps students today need a different environment in which to learn.  Of course, it has changed somewhat already; there are computers in many, if not most classrooms; most students are texting, with or without permission, throughout the school day.  And I am not suggesting that we replace school desks and chairs with recliners and couches.  But some changes might make sense if our goal is to teach to the students of today; to effectively encourage a genuine desire to learn in the highly stimulated, and quite comfortable, minds and bodies of the students of 2011.

One of the reasons I chose to write in this manner for this particular entry is to model what I imagine students might do, and what I believe we should encourage them to do - make connections on whatever level appeals to them, and focus on what was of actual interest to them in the texts they encounter.  If The Book Thief affected any student in the manner it did me, and left me with tears falling down my cheeks and needing a moment to collect myself, I can imagine that that student may not know exactly where to focus their reaction in conversation with other students.  If that student chose to make a connection between the way that Liesel lived in the 1930's and 40's, and the way that she herself lives now, that would be as meaningful and valid as if she wrote a report about the terrors of the Holocaust, would it not?  There was so much to focus on in The Book Thief, and I think that as a teacher, the best method may be to allow students to pursue their own diverging interested in the text somewhat freely, until they take shape, and then to encourage them to make some strong connections between those ideas some some intellectual pursuit.  That could include writing about their own family's experiences with the Holocaust; it could include making connections between the comforts of that world and those of today's world, or the similarities and differences of children then and children today (what children did for fun then - soccer, bike-riding, and yeah, theft - and what they do for fun now); it could include writing a fictional account of how they imagines Max's or Liesel's life unfolded after the story ended. 

I think we ought to give our students certain "comforts."  One of the most important things I took from both The Book Thief and the Literature Circles reading was the notion that fun is important.  Despite the most painful of times that Liesel lived through, and the horrible things that happened to Rudy and herself, they sought fun.  Kids will do that; that will never change.  We as teachers have to stimulate that fun-factor when we are teaching literature if we ever want the students to enjoy reading, and not only do it of necessity.  While we might maintain our traditional "hard" classroom environment forever, perhaps the unexpected inclusion of floor pillows or background music will soften students to the tasks before them, make them more comfortably interested, and make the experience FUN.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Who Could've Seen? (The Power of Images in YA Literature)

I was initially astounded by the number of novels I purchased for this class, and set in immediately to tackle as many pages as possible as early on as possible.  American Born Chinese frightened me, to be honest.  The word "graphic" conjures negative images in my mind.  It was not an easy book to locate in the Barnes & Noble where I chose to attempt to procure it and several other titles on our list, and I was not digging the section in which I found myself - with the assistance of a store clerk - scanning the shelves for a yellow cover. Fortunately, we were able to find it and I took it home and opened it immediately.

I read American Born Chinese weeks ago now, and I read it voraciously. Who knew?  It was sheer delight, cover to cover.  I am not prone to comic books, nor even comic strips in the newspaper.  I perhaps think of children's stories - children's, and not adolescents - when I think of pictorial illustrations, and apparently, for some (narrow-minded) reason, rejected that.  (This is adamantly past tense: I rejected that.  No longer).

I aspire to be a teacher, and I aspire to be an open-minded teacher.  It was in fact the word(s) I chose to write on my paper in class last week, when asked what one word I might use to describe the type of teacher I want to be.  OPEN MINDED.  But I rejected the very thought of a "graphic" novel.

Reading American Born Chinese changed that for me, and reading Jeffrey Wilhelm put that change into perspective - and the combination made me feel inclined to forgive my earlier narrow-mindedness.  Wilhelm so romantically describes the role of the teacher as a constant learner.  The best teachers must consistently do research, of so many varieties: of their students' interests, of new works that will appeal to the various students they teach each year, of new methods for meeting students' divergent interests, of new educational theories and approaches, and always of themselves - of their own gains and persistent limitations in creativity and communication. 

Wilhelm discusses the use of the visual in his "Reading is Seeing" chapter and adds to the use of graphic novels such as American Born Chinese the use of student-created visuals to guide, enhance and deepen student engagement with literature.  The results he describes, mostly in the three initially unengaged students he chronicles in that chapter, both warm the heart and encourage the desire for success in any would-be or current teacher. 

To achieve that success, the open-minded teacher - the one I envision myself as; the one I will strive to be - must question herself relentlessly.  She must question her beliefs as to how she learned to love to read, and what books she loved.  She decided, after all, to become a teacher of literature, so it is likely that her love was sparked and supported early on by an innate ability.  We all have innate abilities, but what about those students for whom that ability is athletics or mathematics or music, or anything but reading?  Those students may learn in very different ways, may appreciate very different books, and may struggle with very different aspects of the process of reading.  As Nancy Frey and Douglas Fisher discovered in their study on the use of graphic novels in an urban high school, the power of books that they had originally shunned as valueless ("comic books at best and a waste of time at worst") was exponential.  Their students grew immensely in their literary skills as a result of reading these novels that their teachers were open-minded enough to seek out, realizing that students enjoy a different popular culture than they themselves do, and that to enter that culture - to the extent that they identify traits of it that may appeal to their students' sensibilities - was the sort of open-mindedness that they needed to adopt in order to meet truly teach their students, and thus to succeed at their jobs.