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