Saturday, July 29, 2006

As if

My mother keeps apologizing to me for Grandma's death screwing up my vacation. As if. I'm really believing that she waited for both me - and my sister - to be taking a few days off to pass on. We were the only grandkids to visit her in the last few years, and all her kids are retired, so she was being careful with our busy schedules.

This is sort of a selfish or egomaniacal way to look at it, but if her death had occurred during the first week of school in a month, then I would have had to drop everything and attend - find a flight home, charge it (since I'm budgeted just until September 15, when I get my first paycheck), take a few days off, probably have to use up sick time and have it documented, fall behind in my classes and planning, and have to find a place for the dog. I would have gladly done all this, but Grandma made sure I didn't have to. She died on one of my two trips to Michigan this year, and waited for me to see her - on her last "good" day, on Saturday - to pass. She was looking out for me, even in death.

My parents are both on the other side of the state, dealing with funeral matters, and today I spent entirely alone in my family's house in the country. I had no vehicle or way to get around, so I read and drank diet pop from the seemingly limitless supply my parents have. I also watched some baseball, and just watched the Tigers slap around the Minnesota Twins for the second game in a row. These two games are two of the rare times I can watch the Tigers play on actual TV, and not on a computer screen, and I reveled in it - sitting in dad's lazyboy, turning it up, cheering. Both games were really, really good, too - well-played games by both teams, down to the wire. The Tigers are indeed the best team in baseball, not that you'd know it from the coverage on ESPN (which I've also been able to watch this trip home).

Tomorrow morning, my sister and I begin the trek to the visitation and funeral. I've got to get a couple of dress shirts on the way. It's going to be a long couple of days - family visitation, general visitation, and a rosary reading on Sunday, and then the in-state ceremony, the Catholic funeral mass, and the burial on Monday, followed by lunch. It just wouldn't be Grandma's if there wasn't food.

Revisiting

Mom and I spent most of last night going through photographs for the funeral display, finding photos from 1952 all the way up to 2002, when Grandma spent Christmas with us. We got a little teary, laughed a lot, and I hope that's how the funeral will be. Just looking at the photos showed just how involved she was in her grandkids' lives. There they are at baseball games, the Detroit Zoo, making Halloween costumes, at graduation... they were all over the place. Her grandkids will all be at the funeral, most of whom I haven't seen in many years - and most of whom never visited Grandma in the Assisted Living Facility. One, I heard, said they didn't want to remember her that way. It's too bad.

Grandma had planned a two-day Funeralpalooza for herself, which will include day long ceremonies on Sunday and Monday. On Sunday, there's the family visitation for an hour, then general visitation for four hours, then a funeral ceremoney. On Monday, the body lies in state for an hour, then we head over to the church for a big old Catholic funeral mass, and then it's off to the cemenary for the actual lowering of the coffin into the ground next to grandpa.

In my (nearly) 29 years, I've had a the good fortune not to have experienced much death. I've lost both paternal grandparents, now, as well as a great uncle, plus a few friends here and there throughout school - my best friend Tyson, who died in the first grade when I was in the second; my baseball teammate Josh, who died of a brain tumor the weekend he was supposed to graduate from high school; and Adrian, my former RA co-worker who died in Iraq. I didn't go to any of their funerals, though, so this will be only the third funeral of my life, after Gramps' and Uncle Wayne's. What I most remember from the other major one - Grandpa's, back in 1991, when I was 13 - was Grandma, how she broke down in tears often, how she felt Grandpa's hands and said they were so cold, just like they were always cold after dinner. I remember my dad putting a Red Wings hat in the coffin right before it was closed. I remember Grandpa's friend, Mr. Borowski, a former Polish army buddy, tape a baggy full of Polish dirt on his coffin and give a little speech about how they had agreed to do that with one another with whoever died first. They then handed Grandma the American flag that had been draped over Grandpa's coffin, and she broke down again.

Grandma was 14 years younger than Grandpa, so she was 66 then, and lived 15 years longer than he did. The funeral will be in the same room as Grandpa's was, so I'm sure I'll see myself as I was then - how I saw his dead body (the first I had ever seen), saw how pale he was, and couldn't speak for hours. I hope that doesn't happen tomorrow.

Friday, July 28, 2006

More funeral news

I've never been a pallbearer before.

I didn't pack my suit and just went to the thrift shop trying to find one. No dice.

This is the note I sent my department. We're pretty big on recognizing losses in our families.

Dear colleagues,

Early this morning, my grandmother, Ilse _______, passed away. I wanted to share a bit of her story.

Born in 1926 in Hanover, Germany, Ilse ______ married her first husband just before World War II. He died in combat, leaving her widowed and pregnant. As the war was ending, she met a captured Polish prisoner - Henryk ______ - in a Nazi POW camp she cleaned. Despite an age difference of 15 years, they met, fell in love, and were married in 1948. Grandma and Grandpa immigrated to Detroit, MI, in 1950, and had two more sons (my dad, the middle son, was born in 1952). Neither knew English when arriving in the US, but both were able to scrape by using their skills as a barber and a hairdresser, respectively, and raised three sons during a very tumultuous time in Detroit.

I was lucky enough to live a few blocks away from Grandma and Grandpa while growing up in Redford, MI, outside of Detroit. They were wonderful grandparents who always made sure I knew my Polish and German roots. My grandpa once played his prison number - tattooed on his arm - in the Michigan lotto and won a few thousand dollars. The house often smelled of Polish and German food like gulumpki, pierogi, and kielbasa. Until Grandpa's death in 1991, they took us to the Detroit Zoo every year, had us over for dinner at least once a week, carted my sister and I around to baseball and softball games, taught us how to make Christmas placemats out of old Christmas cards, and lots more. Grandma survived for another decade in her house without Grandpa, and I still visited her often.

Her degeneration into Alzheimer's Disease started slowly and innocuously. Once, she forgot to close the windows during the winter. Later, she forgot doctor's appointments or birthdays, something she never forgot before. But one time she ran a stopsign while driving and didn't realize it. Then, during a cold night in January of 2001, she tried to light her gas furnace and nearly created an explosion. It was time for her to move into an Assisted Living facility. She seemed happy for a couple of years, but the disease quickly began to take more of her memory and verbal skills. By the end, she had been transferred to the Memory Lane portion of the facility, and hadn't said a coherant sentence in German or English in two years. She broke her hip in the winter and it was clear that the end was near.

I was able to see her Saturday, and she was having a good day; she even smiled at me. I feel like she waited for me to on a visit to Michigan to pass.

I'm writing you all this information because with President Bush's veto of the federal stem cell funding bill, the Alzheimer's Association is in desperate need of funding. In lieu of flowers, the family is asking that donations be made to the Alzheimer's Association in memory of Ilse _______.

This can be in Ilse (Alice) _______'s name done via the website -
http://www.alz.org -

or via the funeral home -

Henry J. Will Funeral Home
25450 Plymouth Rd.
Redford, MI 48259
313-937-3670

Family visitation is Sunday from 1-2. General visitation is 2-6. The Rosary begins at 6. The funeral begins at 9:30 on Monday.

Thanks so much,
_______

1926-2006

Grandma passed away last night.

It could have been a lot worse. She could have lived in her state of severely diminished mental capacity for a lot longer. She could have developed bed sores or the inability to swallow. But her life still ended on a sad note - a once strong, forceful woman reduced to being unable to speak, let alone remember, due to Alzheimer's.

I was lucky enough to live a mile away from my grandparents in Redford, MI in the Detroit area during some of my formative years, from 1986-1991. That is when I got to know them best. Gramps died in 1991, but I continued to visit Grandma through the rest of her life.

My favorite childhood memories of her included making Christmas placemats out of old Christmas cards, her cooking of pear cake and red cabbage and gulumpki and pierogi, the way we used to beg her to swear at us in German when we knocked over the flowers, gardening with her, and going to church because it made her so happy. As an adult, I always was amazed by her kindness. What other grandparents could a college kid call up at two o'clock in the morning after a breakdown on the freeway, and when we get to her house, she insists that I and all my friends (who had gone to a concert at Pine Knob) eat ice cream?

Dad, when he called me this morning, told me I was definitely her favorite grandson, because I was the only one who visited her in her last years. I usually brought my dog, who she loved. She was my godmother and a kind, strong woman and I'll miss her. I'm thankful I was able to see her one last time - on Saturday - and that she smiled at me and seemed to be having a good day.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

From the land where we don't lock our doors...

Some quick updates on what I've been up to:

1. I'm on page 150 or so of The House of the Spirits and I have to say I'm engrossed. My curriculum calls for me to teach three translated works, one work from an author on the translated book list, and the rest "school choice," which means my choice. They have to be meaty texts, though. My ideas right now are five each semester: How to Read Literature Like a Professor, The House of the Spirits, Kiss of the Spider Woman, Death and the Maiden, and The Metamorphosis in the first semester, and Frankenstein, MacBeth, The Fifth Child, In Cold Blood, and The Elephant Vanishes in the second semester. It's a World Lit course, but I think I can sneak one American text in there. I was thinking it could be Song of Soloman, which has so much there it's ridiculous, but think In Cold Blood is more of a pageturner, and for my money the best non-fiction books of the 20th century.

2. I'm still trying to decide how to structure my American Literature course - chronologically, by high interest level, or by genre. I'm leaning towards starting with Their Eyes Were Watching God, moving into The Great Gatsby, then backing up and doing a bunch of Puritan shit including (I think) portions of The Scarlet Letter, then jumping ahead to The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and including The Autobiography of Malcolm X as my most modern text. I'm not sure, though.

3. While I'm still not happy about getting two new preps, I'm intrigued by the possiblity of teaching these general 10th graders (who I need to inspire) alongside these really smart 11th graders (who I need to work really hard).

4. I bought five workouts for $25 at the local gym, and have been enjoying strenuous workouts every day. Today, though, I hurt my lower back something fierce while doing squats. I wasn't lifting too much weight - lower than I usually do, actually - but heard something pop in my lower back and it's been sore as hell ever since. My mom even gave me some muscle relaxers tonight, my first ever.

5. We spent several hours out on Lake Michigan today on the boat as a family. It was really nice and relaxing. The weather here is nearly 100 degrees, and the water temperature ranged from 77-79, so it was nearly perfect. It wasn't very sunny, so I don't think I have a sunburn. Or maybe that's just the muscle relaxers making me feel good.

6. Since I don't have cable, I've been soaking up ESPN when I sit in front of the TV here. I'm getting really intrigued by the deadline trade madness. In the end, when all is said and done, I'm sure a lot more will get said than done. But I'm still curious what will happen with the Tigers.

7. No one in the family flipped when I showed them my tattoo. In fact, my mother even said she liked it. I'm not sure if it's a good sign when your mother says she likes your tattoo.

8. I'm really hoping that Miami Vice is at the local Michigan Theater when movies change tomorrow. Movies are still just $3.50 here, and that's one of the few movies I want to see this summer.

Back to The House of Spirits...

Grandma

On the way to visit Grandma on Saturday, my father told me that if he were to hazard a guess, it would be the last time I would see my grandmother. Since we're planning on stopping by on August 1 when my flight departs to see her again, this is even more perilous than it sounds. The word that came today from my uncle is that she's the same, but growing worse because she's not eating. Though no longer on drugs, she can barely keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds, and seems more out of it than usual.

That's the backdrop that my vacation is being played against. I'm glad I was able to see her that time on Saturday, when she seemed to enjoy my touch and my voice. Now, sadly, we're just sort of waiting for more news.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Vacation going well

The trip is going well.

Friday: Flew in at around 5pm, had dinner in MexicanTown in Detroit, went home and watched the Tigers on an actual television rather than a computer.

Saturday: Visited Grandma in the morning (She was having a "good day," which meant she was happy incoherant instead of angry incoherant), then Dad and I went to a Tiger game. They lost 9-5, after scoring 5 runs in the first inning, but it was a good game and we had good seats - first row in the outfield, just to the left of the foul pole in LF. That night, I ate really good pad thai in Plymouth and went to see You, Me, and Irene with Gale and Pete.

Sunday: Went to the game with a group of six friends. Had a great time in the hot sun, watching the Tigers win after scoring six in the first inning. That night, I was dropped off in Williamston, MI, where my 18-year old cousin and I went to see The Lady in the Water that night. I pretty much loved it. It feels like Night Shymalan is the only filmmaker trying anything different these days, and I just love the feel of his films.

Monday: Had breakfast with the maternal grandparents, then hung out around East Lansing with the cousin. She took me out for sushi and I bought 8 used CDs for $20 at Flat, Black, and Circular. That night, had a reunion with Akers Hall RAs at Spartan Sports Den. Got a little drunk. Had a great time.

Tuesday: Spent the night at my Aunt Tonja's. When they woke up, they drove me to Grand Rapids, where I met my sister and mom for a Grand Rapids Whitecaps game. We saw future Tigers star Cameron Maybin ("The Next Ken Griffey, Jr.") lead the Whitecaps to a 6-0 victory.

Wednesday: Woke up at my sister's place. Mom and I went to IHOP for breakfast and now I'm finally in South Haven, relaxing in front of the computer.

I've read Siddartha and How To Read Literature Like a Professor so far. I just started The House of the Spirits. Still have a ton of reading to do. It's rainy out, so no lake today. I'm about to head to the gym.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Cautiously thinking about the World Series

The Tigers just took two out of three from the hated White Sox, to go 5.5 games up on the reigning World Series champs. They have 64 wins; no other team in all of baseball has more than 58.

I don't remember a time in the last 19 years and the days of Matt Nokes and Mike Henneman when I was this excited about Tigers baseball. Just last year, things felt hopeless. Just three years ago, they were losing 119 games. Now, they are the best team in baseball.

I received an e-mail from a friend living in Minnesota today. "Alright," he wrote. "I'm ready to call it: Tigers over Mets in 6 games. I think it's your year."

I don't know if I'm ready to do that yet, but the team is doing amazingly and I'm really beginning to believe.

I'll be at both games this weekend. I fly out today at 2:15, and won't be back to Baltimore until August.

Books to read by August 1

Death and the Maiden

Kiss of the Spiderwoman

Siddartha

Brave New World

House of Spirits

Autobiography of Malcolm X

Reservation Blues

How to Teach Literature Like a Professor


That's one every two days. This will be a nose-in-the-book sorta-working vacation.

Grad school while teaching

I told my department head that it wasn't necessarily the new class that is making me anxious. It's the two new classes. It's the fact that I'm teaching kids that taught before (just how many tricks do I have in my bag of tricks?). It's the fact that it's coming in a year when we change from a block schedule to 48-minute classes. It's the fact that I won't be teaching the course I developed, English I. It's the fact that I'll be taking two courses this fall.

This is when she stopped me. Two courses? She said I shouldn't do it, that it was too much, that I have all the grading and the second job to think about. "Well," I said. "I'm thinking about quitting it."

"Can you afford to?"

Hmmm. I think so. Car has $1900 to go before it's paid off. That's my biggest bill every month. I need to find a roommate by October, that's about it. But I digress.

So I left, pulled around, did a U-turn past her house, and there she was in the middle of the street. She made me roll down my window, and said, "Now, Epiph, yes, if you feel like you need to finish your Master's this year, then yes, you probably can. I've taken seven classes in one year before while teaching. But. You will be in agony. Agony, I tell you. Maybe at 28 you can accept agony better than I can at age 60, but it will be agony."

It was good advice. It makes me kind of upset, though, that this turn of events - making me teach two new courses - is standing in the way of my professional development (and raise) through a Master's Degree. I can probably juggle things around and make next summer tougher than I wanted it to be. I'll still be done by this time next year. Five classes in one year shouldn't be too bad.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Happy Diamond

Well, at least Diamond is happy I'm teaching her English class. I had her for English I Honors two years ago. This is what she wrote back to me... on Myspace... when I told her that I would be her English teacher next year (she had e-mailed me a question about whether she should take it or not). This was her reply:

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! tHAT'S PRETTY COOL. I AM SO SCARED TO TAKE IB AND I'M ONLY ON ONE BOOK. BRAVE NEW WORLD, I HATE THAT BOOK. I CAN'T GET PASS THE 1ST CHAPTER, IT'S SO CONFUSINIG. WHAT IS THE IB ASSIGNMENT FOR THOSE 2 BOOKS. THE DREAM TEAM IS BACK TOGETHER: DIAMOND AND (her nickname for me)!!!!!!!!!

Uh, Diamond, it's past, not pass. Sigh.... And I've really got to teach kids to e-mail figures of authority with a bit more formality.

If you know me, then you know that sigh is coming with a smile on my face. Diamond is a little spitfire and one of my favorite students of all time. She's a great kid, all four foot, nine inches of her. My last name has a g and a long "e" sound in it, and she combines it with amigo to make one of my favorite nicknames a kid has given me, ever.

Now, we're the dream team. Oy oy oy.

It will be a little scary teaching all these kids that I know so well.

Hospice

I'm flying to Detroit tomorrow, and just received this message from my dad regarding my grandma. It's like she waited for me.

We just got home, 12:30p on thursday. Had to cut the vacation a day shorter because of issues with my mom. I got a call from Village of Redford while we were in the middle of the Bay. She is back in the hospital again for dehydration and not eating. She will be going back to the nursing home tomorrow, but she will be visited by "Comfort Care", i.e. hospice. Her body seems to be shutting down. I will be going to Detroit Friday and spend the day there trying to feed her lunch and dinner, and then spending the night somewhere. I will be going there again Sat morning sometime, but will certainly like to go to the game with you for a break.

It would be nice to know where to get you on Saturday before I leave tomorrow morning, or give me a call when you can. If you want to go Sat morning with me to see grandma, let me know and we would just leave from there. I not, I can get you later in the morning and go to the game. I will be returning to SH after the game since I probably will be too burned out and gotta rest before next week. I havn't worked much in the past 2 1/2 weeks and need to get some hours in. Also, I dont know when I might have to return to Detroit that week.
Looking forward to seeing you and spending some time with you..... Dad.


Grandma has suffered from Alzheimers for the last five years and no long can talk, let alone recognize anyone. She broke her hip a couple of months ago. It looks like the end is near.

Dad and I are planning on going to the Tigers game together on Saturday, then he's heading back to South Haven and I'm staying one more night in Detroit and one more ballgame in Detroit, this time with some friends from college. Hearing my grandmother just entered hospice is putting a cloud over the proceedings, but hopefully I get to see her again on Saturday morning.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

New schedule anxiety

I have become the one that people are worried about in my department. This new class they have hoisted on me will be a challenge, and everyone knows it. My Assistant Principal called me yesterday to check to see if I was alright with the switch. "Uh, 'alright' is a bit too strong of a word," I said, and she explained to me that I was the last in the department who was IB-certified, so there really wasn't another option.

Still, the 9th grade is my forte. My persona works well with 9th graders. I knew the curriculum like the back of my hand, but was consistently challenged by it. I loved it.

My department head called me today and asked how I was feeling about teaching the IB Juniors. "Daunted," I said. She's a lovely woman, and gave me a long speech about my readiness for this course, about my work ethic, about how my strengths will accentuate the course, and about how I should just concentrate on teaching it like an undergraduate literature course and the technical stuff will take care of itself. It was nice and exactly what I should be hearing. But, like I told her, it's not just this course, it's what I've been given for the year - two new preps, two new curriculums to learn, to go along with taking two graduate courses and working a second job this fall.

I have a meeting with the former teacher of the course tomorrow. She's not teaching it this year because she's pregnant. It'll be nice to know that she'll be around for support.

This just came from a kid I taught as a 9th grader and will again teach as an 11th grader. We e-mail back and forth about books we're reading in the summers, and he wrote this to me:

"So now that I know that you're going to be teaching IB next year, can I just say one thing... on the behalf of the people that I know that are going into IB? As much as we complain about it, we like to work hard. We expect it, especially seeing all the juniors and seniors that have come through in the past. We're scared that IB is just going to be like another English class at (the high school), because we want to get something more from it, and push ourselves harder if it means we learn more."

That's great and all (if every kid could have the work ethic of this one...), but the problem is, to make kids work hard, I've got to know the literature backwards and forwards. And I don't even know what the curriculum is yet. And there are only five weeks to go in the summer. The previous teacher taught Siddartha, Brave New World, Kiss of the Spider Woman, Metamorphosis, Frankenstein, The Elephant Vanishes, The Fifth Child, and House of Spirits. I only know about half of them very well. I believe I get to choose what I want, based on IB specifications, but I have no idea what those are right now. (Something about at least three translated works, a work by a woman, a work by ...)

Phew! I'm working myself into a little bit of a tizzy but I know if I'm well prepared and work my butt off for the next five weeks that I'll be ready for those smarty pants at the beginning of the year. And they are really good, smart kids. I just don't want to let them down.

Last class of the summer was tonight. Two classes, two 4.0 grades, and lots learned. I can't let this out-from-left-field schedule change ruin the charge on my newly charged teaching batteries.

***

Lastly, hey, guess who was linked from Aol Cityguide today?

Ten plans

1. Today is my last day of class for the summer. Woo-hoo!

2. In exactly 48 hours I will be at the airport, ready to board for Detroit.

3. In that 48 hours, I need to clean the house, take a load of stuff to Goodwill, finish The Devil in the White City (which has gotten sort of boring), do laundry, and pack.

4. Plus watch baseball and play softball.

5. In exactly 72 hours, I will be at Comerica Park, seeing my first of two Tigers games this weekend.

6. On Sunday, I will be in Williamston, MI, visiting my aunt and cousin.

7. On Monday, I will be at Michigan State, enjoying a reunion with a bunch of former RAs.

8. On Tuesday, I will be in Grand Rapids, MI, visiting my sister and going to see a Michigan Whitecaps game. Hopefully, Tigers #1 Prospect (and one of the best prospects in baseball) Cameron Maybin, the next Ken Griffey Jr according to many, will be playing.

9. On Wednesday, I'll be back in my hometown of South Haven, MI, visiting with my family, spending a bunch of time on the beach and on the boat, and reading a heck of a lot.

10. Back to Baltimore on August 1. I get to escort my grandmother to her surgery on July 31.

Bobby Update

Hey Mr. _______,

I apologize for not emailing or calling you but I have just had a crap load of work and you know that i am on a new path so Work comes FIRST! But anyways, i got the cpu yesterday, evrything is great and you realy don't know how much i appreciate it. I don't want to say thank you because i don't feel as though that is enough for all that you have done for me but since it is curtious, Thanks a whole lot (mr. ). Needless to say, you know that if it wasn't for you I would still be in Baltimore juvenile systems or even dead. You are my hero. i actualy had a paper that was due yesterday and today that i wanted you to read but i didn't have the time to get it to you. Life is great up here!!!! I won't go any further with that but thanks once again and i will keep in touch as often as possible.Oh, sorry about the meat, the anxiety and everything else caused it to slip my mind. LOL

(Bobby)

(Note: The meat he is referring to was from a "PS" from my e-mail about a salsbury steak TV dinner he had accidentally left in the microwave. I had put something in there, set it for five minutes, and left the room, only to return to this horrible stench. The salsbury steak had stayed in the 100 degree heat for two days, and *then* I heated it up on top of that, with my own food. Gross! I took it out and threw it out the window, literally, because I was worried it would drip on the floor. It was funny and nasty and I actually laughed out loud, then e-mailed him about it.)

Three amigos

1. I scored a 93 on my Research Paper, giving me 270/300 points in my course, and I haven't done the presentation yet. That's worth twenty, so I could very well get a 290/300, which is pretty good. It looks like I've clinched a 4.0 in there. I don't mean to brag, but I rarely got 4.0s when I was in actual college. I graduated with a 3.1, and got pretty much between a 2.8 and a 3.48 (my high, which I did twice, both semesters getting .02 from the Honor Roll) every semester.

2. My softball team won 8-6 tonight. We were really short on male players, so I called a couple of my players from the varsity team I coach and they played. It was fun to play with them on the same field. I pitched, S played 1st base, and B played 3rd base. I went 2-3 with a couple RBI. I'm still kicking myself about the popup in the 3rd at-bat, however.

3. After the game, I went home to watch the sad Tiger game, then headed out to my friend Marcia's house. Marcia was the first friend I made in Baltimore, and I catch up with her every month or so. Tonight, we had a couple bottles of Pinot Grigio on the front porch and talked about IB, the new program that I'm teaching. I'm really, really unconfident about that right now.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Cat dilemma

I can't decide what to do with my cat while I'm away for a week and a half. My friends have offered to take him in, and I'm sure they would do just fine with that, but they have cats and Tobey has his special urinary tract food that he should be eating. I know from experience living with these cats and these people that he will eat their cats' food in addition to what he is supposed to be eating.

I could ask the landlord to come on in every other day or so and check on the cat. But the cat is a really social cat and I'm sure he'll be lonely. I've been told he whines and cries for me when I'm gone. He rarely leaves my side and follows me everywhere in the house. (I love dogs, but that whole loyalty thing? Cats are just as loyal, if not more.) Plus, that's a lot to ask of someone.

I could hire the neighbor kid to look on him every other day or so. But Tobey would still be crying/meowing all day long without anyone here. Plus, the neighbor kid is polite and all, but I don't really know him. Heck, I don't even know his name even though I've lived next to him for five years. See, it's too late to ask now. But that might be a way for me to learn his name. I think I've seen him age from age 11 to age 16 in my time living here. I also think he's home schooled and think the family is really religious. But I'm not sure on either of these points.

I could board him.

I could... I don't know, ask someone who doesn't have a cat, who wants to have a cat for a week and a half because this is really a great cat and they might want a trial cat. Hmmm. The thing is, I just can't think of anyone right now.

As far as dilemmas go, this one's not a major one. But I'm still racking my brain!

It's official - two new preps next year

Goodbye, 9th grade Honors. Goodbye, teaching my favorite books - To Kill a Mockingbird and A Lesson Before Dying, plus a few great classics that are fun to teach, namely The Odyssey and Romeo and Juliet. Goodbye, my Negro Baseball research project alongside Augst Wilson's great Fences. Goodbye, scared little 14-year olds.

Hello, IB English III and College Prep English II (American Lit). Hello, a curriculum that needs to be developed in the last five weeks of summer. Hello, lots of external assessments and really smart kids that I'm going to have to work my ass off to stay ahead of.

It will be okay. I taught a lot of these kids the year before last. I had a good year that year.

Detroit Tigers vs. Chicago White Sox

Today starts what might be the most important baseball series for me and the Tigers in about 18 years.

And, remember, if you're not rooting for the Tigers, then you're rooting for the Yankees.

Monday, July 17, 2006

College

1. Got my grade back for my first course this summer - a 4.0! For the other course, I turned in my final paper today and have my final presentation (five slides of Powerpoint) on Wednesday, the last day of class. I may not get a 4.0 in that class, because things got a little hectic with the research review there at the end - it being due the day after the weekend of orientation and all - but I'll do fine.

2. I still haven't paid for my classes and am considering charging them. I thought I would get financial aid and have not heard back on that. I get reimbursed for 75% of my tuition money, so it wouldn't be horrendous to do so, especially since I have 0% APR until December. But I still don't want to.

3. I realize that we have exceeded the goal for Bobby's supplies. This is wonderful, and I thank you all for it. He does, too. When we were shopping on Saturday for things like a thumb drive, a planner, a calculator, and other supplies, I told him that I had gotten some donations and that he had some money to spend. He looked at me sort of funny, and I explained to him that it was some former teachers and people who knew about his situation - I told him the name of one former teacher, who did in fact give me twenty bucks for him - and he said to make sure I thanked him and asked for his e-mail address. So, Bobby thanks you. I'm working on getting him a bank account so that the excess money can be deposited somewhere, or so that I can begin wiring it to him for spending money. I'll post updates on this as time goes on.

4. Bobby's computer is arriving this week, his printer a couple of days later. His first night on campus, his roommate went out to a keg party and didn't return. Bobby was invited to go, and he didn't go. He is continuing to make friends of the other people in his program.

Proud, sad, and hopeful.

"I fucking love opera, and I don't care who knows!"

These were the words that Zack said to me as I stood on his doorstep with him after I dropped him off tonight. I'd had a couple drinks. He'd had about ten more than I had. I dropped him off, and after waiting a while, noticed him still standing on his front porch, not entering. I turned off my car to go help him get inside. Instead of going inside, he handed me his I-Pod headphone and had me listen to Beethoven. For several minutes. I was standing on Pratt Street, listening to the traffic whizz by, and couldn't give it back to him. It was so good that I wanted to cry, but really, I had wanted to do that most of the day, so that's understandable.

I dropped him off after a trip to Ale Mary's, where he embarassed me with the first of several toasts about my situation with Bobby.

"This man," he said, slurring his words to the three other people in the bar, "is a high school teacher, and had a kid who got a full ride to the University of Maryland, and the kid got kicked out of his house just a few weeks before he left, and this man sitting right here took him in."

"Wow, that's heavy," said the bartender, who gave me my beer for free.

Zack continued: "And he dropped him off at college today, and he needs a drink."

I don't know if I really needed a drink, but he sure did make me feel good tonight, hanging out with him and hearing him talk about the situation.

He proceeded to buy me a couple of Resurrections at Ale Mary's, on top of his $21 of tips he gave me yesterday to buy books for him.

Such a great day. I got to College Park in the morning, and attended most of the day's orientation sessions for Bobby's group. It just fills me with pride and happiness to see Bobby part of this group. The day was amazing, hearing all about the expectations and rewards of the scholarship program he is a part of. I looked across at this mother crying throughout the ceremony, and thought to myself, "I know exactly how you feel."

Proud, sad, and hopeful.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

The dropoff

Bobby is at school. He's all dropped off and is in a morning orientation before I meet up with him again at around one o'clock, when we'll go shopping for his books and supplies and probably go out to lunch. He's nervous, I can tell. Hopefully that will dissipate by the end of the day. I'm so excited for him.

And a little sad that he's gone.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Two new preps

Yesterday I received a shock regarding class assignment. Instead of Honors English I (9th grade) and English II CP (10th grade, our standard/lower level), I'll be teaching English II Honors (10th grade) and English 3 International Baccalaureate next year.

I'm IB-certified, but have never taught it. It means a lot of complex external and internal assessment, with books chosen from a worldwide prescribed book list. It will be challenging. And I'll really miss 9th grade.

It's not a done deal yet. This is as a result of a colleague resigning in favor of a job in Costa Rica!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Classroom quotations project

I'm getting ready to decorate my classroom. I like quotes and poems. If anyone has any quotes or poems that have mean a lot to them, please leave them in the comments section here.

(Thanks to everyone who has donated to the cause of Bobby's books. See below for more information.)

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Donate to help Bobby afford his books

You people never cease to amaze me. Seriously. And I mean that in the best possible sense. I did write that post earlier this morning in hopes that people would ask me to put the donation button up, honestly, but will do as requested. Any little bit helps. (All proceeds will go directly to the purchase of Bobby's books and supplies for his summer session, and any excess will go towards the $600 computer/printer being delivered.)

Most longtime followers of this blog are familiar with the story of Bobby, who I have been chonicling for several years now. I'm currently working on a long post, possibly even a book about him, and our relationship, how he taught me to be a better teacher and a better person, but here's the Reader's Digest version:

1. He first sat in my room as an 8th grader, as a shadow for one of my then-current 10th graders. Giggly kid, not much else.

2. He was sort of an impish little brat during summer bridge that summer, and I specifically remembered his name so that I could rejoice when I didn't have him. He told me his name was Mike and got all the kids laughing every time I called him that until I figured it out.

3. I had him on my class list, and he ended up being one of the most memorable students ever. Funny, a little sad, smart, enigmatic, troubled, polite - all those adjectives and much more. He was also an excellent reader and a good writer, so I wrote a letter in support of him not to be reassigned to another school after his 9th grade girl despite middling grades.

4. He never knew his father, who died in prison. His mother died when he was 8 after years of abusing drugs and alcohol. His grandmother, who cared for him, died of natural causes when he was 11. He eventually was placed in the care of his great aunt, who has a host of problems herself. I learned all this on an Outward Bound trip with him, the first of three we took together.

5. When he was a sophomore, his older brother was shot and killed, a victim of the Baltimore drug trade wars. He died in Bobby's arms on the street. This was certainly one of the turning point of this kid's life, something that I think informs every decision he's made since then. The brother's dying words to him were about staying in school.

6. After he died, the great aunt didn't leave the house for weeks, struck with grief. The lights got turned off. The heat got turned off. Bobby told me he had to do some things that he wasn't proud of to get the lights turned back on. I remember shopping for a Christmas present for his aunt with him, because he felt like it would make her happy. Eventually, the bad stuff caught up with him when he was arrested as a sophomore. He's never told me about it with much specifics, but court dates and parole officers and the shoddy Baltimore justice system all played a part.

7. After that experience as a 10th grader, he straightened up. I kept telling him things would get better. I promised him. But he kept coming into school looking like he had the weight of everything on his shoulders. I didn't know what to do, but made him go on another Outward Bound trip with me that year. There, he confided that he can't shut his eyes without seeing his older brother dying in his arms. He couldn't do it anymore, he said.

8. He somehow got through it, and made the Honor Roll his 11th and 12th grade years, and eventually got a scholarship designed for kids who have overcome great barriers but who have the skills for college. He was the wrestling captain. He starred in a production of As You Like It. He started a marching band for ex-drug dealers in his neighborhood. It wasn't enough for his addict aunt, who he continued to have conflicts with until she kicked him out a couple of months ago. That's why he's been living with me. Here's he's been nothing but the kind, intelligent, great kid that he is.

9. He'll be going to the University of Maryland this fall, and has to maintain a 3.5 to keep his scholarship. He leaves Saturday, and doesn't have any money for supplies or books to get him through the summer session - which the scholarship is dependent upon.

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Bonus: An actual Letter of Recommendation that I wrote for "Bobby"... (Note: Bobby is not the kid's real name, that's why I always put it in quotes.)

November 25, 2005

To whom it may concern:

I am proud to recommend a beloved student, "Bobby", to your learning institution. "Bobby" is the most memorable student to cross my path during the five years I have been teaching English at (ahem), and I am confident that his intelligence, potential, and skills will greatly benefit your institution should he be accepted.

I have known "Bobby" for four years, teaching him in two courses (English I and English III) and participating with him on three Outward Bound Peer Leadership Courses. Through this time, I have had the pleasure of getting to know this young man as both a student and a person. I have learned about his considerable talents not only as a reader and writer, but also as a thinker and leader. The term “old soul” is thrown around often, but "Bobby" is the one who most typifies the label for me. His perceptiveness and intelligence never dim, even in the face of a city and world that swirls around him in turmoil and sometimes pain. Instead, these traits grow stronger with each passing year.

As a ninth grader, "Bobby" was an enigmatic young man with flashes of hard work and intellect mixed with too much inconsistency. Still, I remember his work with To Kill a Mockingbird - he created a soundtrack for the novel that perfectly captured Lee’s coming-of-age themes about innocence and the recognition of injustice, showing more understanding of the novel than any other ninth grader. It was these flashes of brilliance that allowed him to pass the course, even if he was erratic student otherwise during that ninth grade year.

I got to know him even better during the first of several Outward Bound Peer Leadership courses I traveled with him on. During this trip, I found him to be a special kid – one who had the charisma and intelligence to take on a leadership role just as well as seniors on the trip, but also one whose 9th grade rawness was more pronounced than most of his peers.

Since that ninth grade year, after which he was nearly re-assigned to a less rigorous high school, I have gotten to know him more and more. During his tenth grade year, I kept close tabs on his success in different classes, and was proud when he did well for the demanding English teacher (the toughest teacher in the department) he had in the tenth grade. Later, he again was chosen for the Outward Bound Peer Leadership course, and I vividly remember a night in which it was raining and everyone wanted to turn back. "Bobby" took the reins of the group at that point, leading his peers with compassion for their aches and pains but also knowledge of the trail and the map. It was a cold, hellish night, but we made it to the campsite, and "Bobby"’s diligence to the task and empathy for his fellow hikers were the major reasons why we were successful. As the teacher advisor on the group, it is my job to step back and let the students handle situations on their own, and it was clear that if "Bobby" were not there that night, I would have had to step in and get everyone in line. I was very thankful a leader like "Bobby" was on the trip.

After this occurred, "Bobby" was assigned to my class for 11th grade English. When I first learned he was going to be in my class, I wanted to switch him out of it, worried that "Bobby" had learned all he could from me as a teacher. However, I was glad that he stayed, because he produced the best work I had out of any student last year. The inconsistency as a student I had witnessed during his ninth grade year had dimmed, and he worked hard on essays, writing me pieces that showed a quality of thought that was a refreshing change from the usual regurgitation of ideas from classroom discussions that I was used to getting from that group. Whenever "Bobby" could choose his own essay topic, he would. I vividly remember an essay he worked on for an entire weekend – I know this because he e-mailed me throughout it – that outlined Banquo’s character as a mirror of Macbeth’s in Shakespeare’s tragedy. The essay was college-level and flawless; his insight and analysis was thorough and comprehensive, showing much original thought. When "Bobby" later played Macbeth during Banquo’s ghost scene in a class activity, I could see his wheels turning, extrapolating his theory that Banquo was killed by Macbeth because he was a man that Macbeth couldn’t be, into a wild-eyed performance as the title character. "Bobby" scored the highest grade out of any junior during that challenging Macbeth unit, which was the students’ first exposure to Shakespeare. This knowledge of Shakespeare has grown this year, as he starred in a full production of As You Like It in Shakespeare Productions - and was really good!

Hidden underneath "Bobby"’s amiability and fun-loving nature is a profound depth and strength of character. During the summer after his sophomore year, "Bobby"’s older brother was murdered on the streets of Baltimore, dying in "Bobby"’s arms. While he does not talk about it often, I believe this moment to be a turning point in "Bobby"’s life, one that informs every decision and goal he makes for himself. His strength of disposition displayed in his grieving, in the way he’s taken care of his family (he’s never known his father, and his mother died when he was very young, so he lives with an older sister and great aunt), and in the way he’s rebounded academically and socially have shown me he is one of the strongest people I know. His potential as a leader and thinker knows no boundaries.


What makes "Bobby" a student with such extraordinary potential isn’t just the way he steps back from a situation and approaches it again with unique insight. It isn’t just that he produces great work. It’s that he does it all with a genuine intellectual curiosity rare in a high school student. Never before have I had a student who seems as interested and intrigued as "Bobby" does in the things he tackles. This, coupled with a moral strength of character that is stronger than most adults three times his age, demonstrates his potential to lead and affect great things beyond the narrow confines of Baltimore. I strongly recommend "Bobby", who is quite simply the most remarkable student I have ever met. Please contact me at (phone) or (e-mail) if you have any questions.

Sincerely,
"Epiphany in Baltimore"

Book money

Bobby just received word - or just finally understood - that the books and materials for his classes this summer are not covered by his scholarship. He called the office yesterday, and they told him to bring around $300 this weekend to buy his books.

Not sure what to do on this one. He doesn't have any money, mostly as a result of the fact that the guy who was his boss during his under-the-table job (really, the only one a kid could get during a three-week summer before college) ran off with the money he was promised. I've already been supporting him, with food and some supplies and what-not, but this was certainly an expense that I had not planned on. I've finally planned well for a summer financially, but I'm by no means a rich man, and was already planning on buying him a computer for school. I had that all picked out online from Dell - coming in at $478 including a printer - but then this came up and I know I can't afford both right now.

Bobby hasn't asked me for any money. In fact, he's been given a list of supplies from college that he's supposed to have with him when he arrives, but he won't show it to me for fear I will buy stuff off it. He's doing stuff like selling his old lacrosse equipment to Play It Again Sports for cash to try to buy notebooks.

Oh well. We'll get through it. He's got only a couple more days with me and then it's clear sailing. Hopefully.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Housing Dilemma

I've lived in the same house since I moved to Baltimore five years ago. It's not a particularly nice house, but it's big, and in a nice (though not hip or walk-to-exciting-places) neighborhood. I've had a number of roommates since that time, but haven't had any real ones since Fool left in November.

When she left, because the house was still in sorry shape, the landlord said she'd reduce the rent to $500 for me through March. Since the landlord has been busy and hasn't fixed up the house yet even now (still no washer/drier, the upstairs bathroom doesn't work, the downstairs refrigerator doesn't work, etc), she hasn't raised the rent yet - so I'm still paying the very cheap rate of $500. It's allowed me to do good things, like taking in and supporting Bobby for a couple of months, and taking in some friends in need before that, so I'm happy about that.

I ran into her this week, though, and she says she's going to be coming in soon and putting in a new kitchen and doing the work she said she was going to do, and plans on increasing my rent to $850 in October. It's never been that high - it used to be $750 - and I'll definitely need a housemate to survive at that point.

The problem is, I don't really want one. Actually, I'd take one, but I've been unhappy with 100% of the roommates I've found from the methods of advertising in City Paper or Sublet.com. It's only two, but one of them was a little crazy, and the other one just plain screwed me over by moving out nearly overnight and leaving me with $500 rent in the summer when I wasn't getting paid.

The other issue is that I'm sick of living here, in this house. I'd like a change of scenery, but have realized that finding a place as cheap as mine elsewhere in the city would be impossible. Once the rent is raised, it won't be impossible to find a cheaper place (though, with a housemate, $825 would be a pretty easy cover). What makes it difficult is having a somewhat large dog and a cat, so doing something really cool like renting a room in someone's house for $625 three blocks from Cross Street Market (that's avaialble right now on Craig's List) is impossible.

I could look into buying a house again, I suppose, but home ownership just doesn't excite me. In the two months after she bought this house, the landlord had to spend $10,000 replacing the furnace. That thought just really doesn't excite me. I realize that home ownership has a lot of benefits, but I've seen a fair number of friends regret their home purchases, and I just don't think it's something I want to do at this point in my life. I could change my mind, and came close about a year ago, but, eh, I just don't think I want to do it.

So, anyone know where I could live with a dog for $600 or so? I saw Fool last night and she was basically like, "If you want to move, just move, then!" because I've hemmed and hawed about this before. I guess I have until October to decide.

The Wire and the Schools

Season 4 of The Wire is scheduled. Because the show will focus on Baltimore City Public Schools, I'm much more excited about it than I normally would be - as in, I probably won't just "wait until DVD," as I have every other season. In fact, I'm considering getting cable again. Dang, I wish I could just pay $12 a month for HBO and be done with it. Unfortunately, "getting cable" means the exorbitant rates for all the cable channels plus HBO on top of that, so I'm thinking that's a bill in the area of $60 or $70. Perhaps I could get Comcast Cable for my internet connection and get some sort of deal that way, moving away from Verizon DSL (which I've been happy with). Just thinking out loud here.

Anyhow, one of my students has been working as an extra on The Wire during filming this season. She's sworn to secrecy so she can't tell me anything about it, though she also tells me she doesn't really know what's going on. I'm definitely intrigued by the storyline of a cop becoming a teacher, which is especially interesting to me because I taught for a year alongside one of the creators of the show who was also a former police officer.

Wonder when Season 3 of the DVD comes out so I can catch up on the show.

I have to admit, though, that I'm a little worried about the portrayal of BCPS, which continue to be used as a political volleyball by both sides of the political debate this year, though mostly by the Ehrlich camp. I was listening to the Ed Norris show yesterday, and they had a Democratic candidate for Comptroller of Maryland. Now, I don't trust anyone who is not given pause when hearing about the escapades of William Donald Shaeffer, so I would expect that people would want to at least hear from other viable candidates. But Norris's callers - mostly from the Republican side of the spectrum, so they won't even be voting in the Democratic Primary - would ask the candidate a question, and he'd answer it in a quiet, reasoned manner, but they'd cut him off and say something like, "Ed, this guy is making me sick!" and Norris would just let them do that and say something like, "I'm sorry, ____, but we have to have both sides on," as if he was apologizing for having a Democrat on.

One guy said, "So, you say that Martin O'Malley has been good for Baltimore. Why do you say that?" and the candidate went onto a reasoned explanation of the city's population growth, housing costs, and then was cut off. The caller said, "You're making me sick! O'Malley is the reason I won't go back into the city! The Baltimore City Public Schools are the biggest joke in the nation!"

The schools were the item that he led off with in his tirade, which eventually got to crime, which is the one place where O'Malley probably does deserve some blame. But the schools? It's what Ehrlich is leading off with in his campaign, school-bashing, saying the Baltimore City Schools are "horrific," so it's what his voters are parroting. Again, you only hear the bad things about the schools in these spots - never articles about the positives, like this article. And I've talked about this before, but the mayor should not be given much credit for the schools' successes - which are many, including the highest African American graduation numbers in the country, improving test scores across all grade levels, some awesome schools at every level - nor should he be given blame for the failures of the schools, which are also many (though I would argue that those are just as much a failure of the society. what are schools supposed to do when 42 are on roll but only half show up every day, as happens in most high schools in the city?). The Governor appointed just as many people to the Baltimore City Public School Board as the Mayor did. Their share is equal. Only one of them, though, Bob Ehrlich, sat back when I almost got laid off in 2003 and called my problem "fascinating." O'Malley swooped in and saved my job, so I'll always be thankful.

I've gotten too much into the politics, but I'm very sensitive about use of the schools in the political battles that will occur in the next several months, so I'm worried about The Wire using the schools as a political pawn like Ehrlich and O'Malley will. We'll see what happens...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

My Style of Professional Development

I've literally bought hundreds of dollars worth of books for school this summer. I have so much more time than usual to read and reflect and I'm blazing through the books like bullets through butter. The latest just ordered from Amazon: Robust Vocabulary Instuction, With Rigor for All: Teaching the Classics to Contemporary Students (note: that one's by Carol Jago, who is quickly becoming an idol), Teaching with Fire: Poetry That Sustains the Courage to Teach (note: Barnes and Noble had this one, and I had been reading it everyday during my walk-through on the way to the gym. I plan on converting some of the poems into posters for my classroom), Image Grammar: Using Grammatical Structures to Teach Writing, and, finally, the audio CD version of Dreams of My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance, which, as a bonus, also includes Barack Obama's DNC Convention Speech (still the best speech I've ever heard delivered in my lifetime), which I hope to play parts of for my students.

I have such big plans for this year. I just hope I remember all this creative energy I'm feeling once I've got those 170 students starting on August 28.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Long entry after the longer than usual layoff

I started writing an entry earlier today that retread a subject I've delved into time after time on this blog: whether to quit my second job or not. I decided to go back into time at the old diaryland site (link at right) to see when I actually started at the job. I read that entry, back in August of 2003, and was struck by how much better my online journal was at that point in time. So much more reflective and analytic. I don't know what happened.

Anyhow, the subject of quitting my second job has actually not been that prominent in the last year, as I haven't worked that much since February or so. Maybe a day or two a week waiting tables, and that's it - an opportunity for an extra $100, or maybe even more, a week is hard to turn down, especially when it's sort of fun.

But today I started thinking about it today again. I worked all day today, and we had one table, and I made $4.32. That's not a misprint; their bill was $22.68, they left me an acceptable $27, and that was what I took home. My hastily purchased 7-11 dinner of an energy bar, a stick of cheese, an apple, and a pop cost me $5.68, so I came out behind for the day. Don't worry about me, though, I also made $2.48 an hour today, which I'll see if the rest of my tips for the pay period don't average minimum wage.

Yeah, we slow down a lot in the summer, and the day wasn't a total loss: I got to read quite a bit, finishing Classics in the Classroom and banging out a hundred pages or so of The Devil in White City. And I am taking the next three weeks off or so to travel up to Michigan and then Cincinnatti. So, as Troy Maxson would say, You've got to take the crookeds with the straights. And that's what today was.

I'm still not sure what I'll do in the fall, when I'm taking two graduate courses and teaching ~170 students, including one totally new course. I've got this goal next year to be an awesome teacher, one who actually deserves a 100/100 on his evaluation instead of just getting it because of sympathy for floating and doing a lot. I'm feeling more rejuvenated about teaching right now than I've felt since the eye surgeries, and am ready to really blow one out of the water next year.

Another secret: I'm planning on doing National Boards the year after this year, after I get my Master's.

There are a lot of other things swirling in my head right now. Since I'm lazy, I'll enumerate them:

1. Only five days left with Bobby. In the two months or so that he's lived here, I've seen a bit of the teenage moodiness that I'm used to as a teacher. Some nights when he comes in, he is atypically quiet, maybe even a littel brooding. It sounds like the guy he's been laying drywall for most of the summer has taken off with the $$, and he's pretty frustrated by that, as he was promised $200/day and he took off with all of it. But his mood has been nothing but excited this week, as he's bouncing around like a pogo stick - ready to get to college and begin his new life. He laughs a lot. I'm trying to give him all the Baltimore culture that he's missed this week, and that's pretty fun. He's now borrowing my car while he goes to the laundromat. I'm ready for him to go, to begin his new life, but I'll definitely miss him around here.

2. On Saturday, I missed the going away party of one of my oldest Baltimore friends because I had to work. She and I have a long history, going back to me being her mother's student teacher back in Michigan. When I moved here, I looked her up, and we became fast friends. In an alternate universe, we're married somewhere. I recently came across an e-mail she had written me back during that time, and, wow, is it ever flirtacious. I just never recognized it, or maybe I was too put off by the time she hooked up with my friend, or something... whatever it was, I missed the boat, and she's moving to St. Paul, MN, with a guy whose got a few years and a few thousand dollars worth of salary on me. I missed the party just like I missed that boat. The party also doubled as her parents' housewarming party (long story, but her parents moved from Michigan here to Maryland to be nearer to their two kids, and, ironically, now one of them moves the other direction), and I felt very sad, especially after I heard how few people showed up. She's been a good friend and I hope she continues to be, but I'll always wonder what might have been. I really wanted to go, but was begged to work by a girl who had bought Father's Day concert tickets for her father and brother, and there was a bit of an emergency at the restaurant, and I thought I could do both. No doing, though. Regret. Typical regret.

3. On Sunday, I worked, of course, and it was pretty dead, especially for a Sunday brunch. We broke into the liquor cabinet a bit towards the end of the shift, and later I met some friends at a bar down the way to watch the end of the soccer game. I've been pretty critical of soccer in my lifetime. It sort of started when I was in Verona a couple of summers ago, and my friend Bill and I traversed a bar to figure out the most well-known athlete in the world. He swore it was some guy named Pele, but I refused to believe it could be anyone I had never heard of, and I'd never heard of him at that point (the only soccer player I knew was Beckham). I thought it would be Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, or even the Williams sisters. It's still something I wonder, by the way. The dislike of soccer has reached a pinnacle this year with that sacrilegious Nike ad in which they showed a soccer game being played against the backdrop of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." I have to admit, though, that I never really have watched a whole game of soccer, and have sort of a natural dislike for sports in which the teams go back and forth on a parallel plane (yup, that means I'm not a big fan of hockey, basketball, or football, unless I'm playing it or really invested in the teams). Anyhow, I made it to the soccer game just in time to see the penalty kicks, and that confirmed my dislike of the sport: any sport that decides itself with that sort of Mickey Mouse shit doesn't deserve my attention. Sorry.

4. Three days left in my Educational Research Class. I'm beginning to regret doing the same vocabulary acquisition research project that I did for my other class. I'm just so darned bored by the subject at this point. I wonder if it's too late to try another topic. My professor today said something in class about my latest literature review about urban school teacher retention that made her think I was switching topics, and that in turn made me think about switching topics.

5. I came home from my long day today - seven hours of work for $4.32, three hours of class, a 90-minute workout - to find that Bobby had cooked me dinner. Grilled Salmon, even! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what a great kid.

6. Baseball Prospectus put the Tigers' playoff chancs at 94%. (Other numbers: White Sox at 71%, Red Sox at 70%, Rangers at 54%, Yankees at 47%, Angels at 25%, Blue Jays at 14%, A's at 14%, Mariners at 8%, Twins at 3%) They have the best record at the All-Star break of any team over the last five years. If they make it to the playoffs, I'll hardly be able to breathe. This has been such a long time coming.

Friday, July 07, 2006

The visit

My college roommate, his wife, and two kids visited yesterday. It was a nice little visit, for the following reason:

1. Amazingly enough, through all the years and miles, Jake and I are able to fall into our easy-going funny friendship very easily. Heck, we don't even need alcohol to start laughing so hard within ten minutes of seeing each other that we have to catch our breath.

2. His kids and his wife are really cool. I used to think I didn't like little kids. Of course I like adolescents, but I've always sort of thought little kids to be too needy. But I got along great with these kids. The 9-month old boy, Evan, was the perfect age to hold. Usually when someone makes me hold a baby I feel like I'm going to break it, like its head is going to flop backwards or frontwards and it'll break off. But at nine months old, he felt like he was made of rubber and nothing I could do would hurt it. He loved the dog and Holden kept licking his face. And the little girl looks like Shirley Temple and was really funny.

3. The weather is beautiful in Baltimore right now - temperatate, not humid, with a nice breeze. We walked from Fell's Point to the Inner Harbor, and I got excited for when they finish that boardwalk from one to the other. That's going to be nice.

4. We ate at Paper Moon this morning and it turned out to be a good choice. I just expect bad service there so when I get good service, like today, I'm just pleasantly surprised.

Am I Standing Still

I saw two old friends this week, and both meetings were pleasant. First, I saw Annie, my fomer department head. I once thought of her as sort of a God of teaching, and I still see her as that, a little, but more I see her as a great humanist and manager - someone who sees the best in people and tries to bring it out. She is the one who I still thank, four years later, for bringing our department together into a state of collegiality that makes my place of employment one of constant growth for me.

I went to where she was staying, hugged her, met her toddling son, and sat down on the couch. I had already told her that I had just finished my graduate class, turning in my paper on vocabulary acquisition. She smiled, telling me how happy she was that I was working towards finishing my MAT. Then she squinted her warm smile again, and asked, "What else is new?"

I was at a loss. I'm exactly in the same place I was two years ago, when she moved. I'm still waiting tables. I'm still single. I'm still doddering about my usually solitary days.

She saw I was struggling to come up with something, or maybe she saw my struggle to blurt out "same old, same old." Being the warm person she is, she tried making conversation. "How are your eyes," she asked. "They're looking a little red today." Later, the other issue that I had while working with her: "How is the roommate situation? You still taking on roommates?" I was able to tell her at that point that I've sort of adopted a 17-year old kid for a couple months so he stays safe and happy leading up to college. This is weird, though; I know this. Surely not a feather in the hat of leading a life that balances work and school and a social life.

When I'm living my life in a blur, riding on the crests of those waves, I feel like I'm happy. Content. I see my friends that I see in my everyday life and everything feels normal because they're doing their own thing, too. But seeing someone who took a different route and now rejoins me on my track really makes me feel like I haven't done jack shit. It reminded me of when I was losing 110 lbs. People who saw me every day barely noticed, but people that I saw months later were shocked. This is the opposite. People I see everyday don't notice that nothing has changed in my life, but people who I see rarely do.

"Oh, that Epiphany. He never changes, does he?" ran through her head, I'm sure. And that's sort of sad.

This holding pattern was exemplified all the much more when my college roommate visited yesterday. He didn't ask the questions that Annie did, because he knows me better, but me holding the hand of his 5-year old daughter or pushing the stroller holding his 9-month old son made him, I'm sure, aware that none of this has happened for me. I like the bachelor life sometimes - I've had a little fun recently, I have to admit - but this constant avoidance of putting myself out there in favor of - what? sitting at home watching baseball on my computer on a Friday night? - is getting more than a little sad.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Visitors

My college roommate, who I haven't seen in three years, is visiting this evening with his wife and two kids. Since the last time I saw him, he's moved to Charlotte, NC, to be a science teacher. Neither of us are phone people, so we'll have plenty to talk about, I'm sure.

However, my house is ill-equipped to put up four people for the night. I've decided to give the couple my bed, tell them my bedroom is the guest room, and sleep in the basement on the floor. Hopefully they won't figure out that I'll be sleeping on the damp floor and feel bad. My blogreaders will be the only ones to know my heroic sacrifice. Ha ha.

It will be good to see him and his wife. I've met the first kid, but not the second one, and I forgot his name. Oops.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Great day

Today, I turned in my 26-page paper and ended my EDUC 601 (Issues in Education) course at Towson. I loved the class - loved that the teacher was a knowledgeable, practical 30-year veteran social studies teacher in the Baltimore County Public Schools; loved that the readings were plentiful and useful; loved how collegial and interactice my classmates were; and loved that I learned a whole heck of a lot.

I should have finished my Master's three years ago, and put it off, but maybe it's for the best... I'm getting a lot out of it and it's really recharging my teaching batteries. I've still got one class to finish up this summer, and then I'll have my first real break of the summer - and I'm planning a trip to Michigan from the 21st to the 1st, then returning to work summer orientation for incoming 9th graders for the first two weeks of August. The summer has gone quickly, but it's been a very good one so far.

I celebrated the end of my class by taking Bobby out to Thirsty Dog for some pizza. We met up with the Polish Girl and had a good dinner, and we came home as I watched a couple episodes of my Netflixed Carnivale and he dilly-dallied on Myspace and talked about his college anxieties. I've only got a week and a half left with him, and am trying to think of other cultural places in Baltimore I can take him to before he leaves. He told me tonight, for example, that he's never really tried Mexican food. So now it's off to Los Amigos tomorrow night.

I'm buying him a computer, probably in the next week. If anyone has any good reason why I shouldn't go with a Dell Desktop delivered to his dorm on July 17th, give me a shout out.

Business Complaints

I'm having an issue with two businesses right now.

The first is Ticketmaster. Not very original, I know, but I had plans to see Ray Lamontagne live when he came to Baltimore on July 11th. I had a friend to go with, and was excited to see my favorite new artist in the last several years live. Yesterday, I went online to buy tickets. I was first surprised when I saw how expensive the show was - $36.50. However, I still planned on going and made my plans to buy my pair of tickets. Guess how much the final bill would have been? $98. $98! The Ticketmaster charge was $9.50/ticket, then there was an unitemized service charge of $4-something as well. I decided that it just wasn't worth it, especially during the summer when I'm not being paid.

The second is the Towson Towncenter, which has failed to fix its escalator for the last several months - maybe even a year by now. It's boarded up by a wooden barrier. This normally wouldn't be a big deal, but there aren't any stairs inside to walk up and down, so the only alternative is to squeeze into a tiny elevator and go one flight. This sucks. First, I'm clastrophobic and hate elevators. Secondly, I feel like I'm being lazy when I'm in an elevator, even though it's the only alternative. Third, elevators are especially awful when you're sweaty and panting after a workout. A wealthy clientele shops at the Towson Towncenter, and all tenants of that building - Barnes & Noble, Trader Joe's, Pier One Imports, Sprint, Country Cupboard - should be embarassed that the escalator artery of the facility has been out of commission for nearly a year.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Two truths I've learned in the last 24 hours

1. One of the great paradoxes of life is that someone who is balding looks less bald the less hair they have. Seriously. I clipped my hair with a 1/4" guard all the way around and now look less bald. In addition, the supershort haircut is causing me to stare at myself in the mirror whenever I walk by and imagine what I'd look like if I were totally bald. Someday, I'm just going to have to cave and do the cueball look, and I'd like to know if I'll look more like Uncle Fester or Michael Jordan when I'm bald. I think I already know the answer to that question. :)

2. Changing from Times New Roman font to Corier New gives me an extra 25% of pages. Therefore, I jumped from 13 to 17 pages just by changing the font. That means I just have another 2-3 hours to go. But it's just so boring at this point.

This is why I'm on Myspace

I'm on Myspace. I joined Myspace before it became the hip thing for high school students to be on, and I joined it solely for the purpose of getting mp3s from some of my favorite bands and artists. However, it's turned out to be slightly more than that; I've gotten some dates through myspace, which is much more active for twentysomethings than friendster. I've gotten in touch with people I knew in high school. The last thing, though, is that students have found me.

At first, I ignored their requests to be my Myspace Buddy. Then, however, I saw how many students were contacting me through the site, so I decided to just go ahead and do it. Now, if you go to my profile, you'll see a number of students in my Buddy List. I decided that as long as I didn't spend time going to their sites or as long as I didn't write anything on my profile that was inappropriate, that it was fine - maybe even beneficial - to have a profile accessible to students. I also added this description to my profile.

To students: I joined myspace years ago because it was the only place to get certain music from some of my favorite independent artists and bands. I never would have imagined it to become such a big thing with high school students, but I've decided to keep my page up here since there's nothing here that I mind students seeing or knowing. I don't log into myspace that often and do so really only for downloads of music or to advertise my house concerts (though, on occasion, an old high school or college friend has found me on here). I do not mind if you contact me via this page, although you can expect a quicker reply if you contact me via my e-mail address. In addition, if you add me as your buddy, know that all of your bulletin boards come through on my page so either don't ask for an add or don't post stuff you don't want your teacher to see. And, lastly, be safe on here; remember, you can't trust anyone on the internet.

There are a few other teachers, including one at my school, that make their myspace profiles accessible to students. I sometimes wonder if it's a good idea, but it's been proven time and time again to be so. From students contacting me with valid homework concerns, to keeping in touch about summer reading, it's just been a good thing for me as a teacher.

Today, I got this message from Tasha:

thank you so much for passing me. i really wish that you could have seen my true potential. i dont know what happened. this year has been tough, but watch. when tenth grade rolls around, my english teacher will be talking about how intelligent i am. you'll see. anyway, THANK YOU!!!!

Would I have gotten that message if I weren't on Myspace? Absolutely not. And it just brightened my day, and I immediately replied to her reminding her to do her summer reading and saying that she better make good on her promise next year.

Four on the 4th of July

1. The owner of the restaurant took us out to Gecko's after the meeting, and paid our bar tab. I don't know if he regretted it or not by the end, but taking a dozen food service employees out to a bar had to of racked up a few-hundred dollar bill for himself. I went down the margarita list, getting an unmanly neon green one called the geckorita, a Grand Marnier-topped one called the goldenrita, and then the original margarita. I didn't get through the last one, drinking just two and a quarter total, and still had to wait for over an hour before I felt I could safely drive home at 2:30am. It was a fun time, although it's already put me out of commission until 12:30 today and probably will eliminate my evening plans of watching the fireworks in lieu of writing my big paper for tomorrow.

2. My paper is the last bit of work I have to do for my EDUC 601 (Issues in Education) class. I really enjoyed the class, and can honestly say I learned a lot. I wish I could have spent more time on the paper, but when you take a 2.5 week course, I've done as best I can. It's currently 12 pages, and I need to get it into the 25-30 range before tomorrow.

3. I woke up at 9 today, and felt so crummy that I googled "hangover cure." I don't really think I was hungover - I didn't drink very much, like I said only three drinks - but didn't eat dinner last night and definitely needed to rehydrate myself. I had a couple vegetarian corndogs and a can of beans for breakfast, drank almost a gallon of water, and took three multivitamins. Now I feel better, but am tired and groggy. A trip to Bally's will probably cure me of that. I'd just like to lose myself in a book on one of the machines there.

4. One of my former students is one of the smartest kids in the school, the kind of kid who when you're teaching him you're worried that he's not learning anything because he's already so intelligent. I had him two years ago, and he once told me that he classifies his teachers by what he learns in their classes, and in my class, he learned how to "analyze literature." What a high compliment. Well, he e-mails me all the time during the summers to tell me what he's been reading. It turns out he read two of the same books I did in June - The Long Way Down and Dispatches from the Edge. What a coincidence, I told him, that I read those same two at the same time as he was reading them! He wrote back, saying, "Does this mean I'm now going to grow up to be an English teacher at some underfunded school in the middle of what many perceive to be the most burnt-out city in America? Things could be worse." Ha ha. He's a funny kid.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Menu Meeting

Today we are having a menu meeting, which basically means all six servers who work at the restaurant are being treated like kings for the evening. The chef is making all the new items on the new menu, including a crab pierogi that he invented that I'm dying to try, and we're giving it the ol' taste test. Afterwards, it's off to Gecko's, where the owner traditionally picks up the bar tab. It should be a good night.

Until then, it's write, write, write. I've got ten pages written of a paper that the professor expects will be about 25-30 pages total. Oy. It's due on Wednesday.

I ran for 40 minutes today and lifted like crazy afterwards, so I'm feeling pretty great as I attempt to get as much done as possible before this evening's meeting.

Double shift and double all-star selections

I worked a double today and made $69 over the span of 13 hours. No getting around it, that sucks. The restaurant slows down this time of year, and for some reason I worked the shittiest shifts today even though I was working the most. Oh well. My plans to get a lot of reading done tonight were vanquished when I had to train the latest barely-speaks-English worker as a barista. I don't mean to say that derisively; she was a sweet girl who tried hard. And I think it's kind of cool what my restaurant does, taking young people from Eastern Europe who spend a year in Baltimore to learn English at BCCC and employing them when not many other places would. They're usually beautiful, too, and this one was no exception - she's too young for me, though (too young to buy a drink, even, until November), and knew less English than most of the beautiful Polish girls who have made their way through my place of secondary employment over the last three years (and none have matched the Polish Girl, who never was a struggling English speaker and could be employed elsewhere, and now is).

Anyhow, I had to train her tonight, and that means explaining not only all the requirements of the shift - counting the register, counting the wine and beer, making drinks - but also means explaining what, say, "Ready to get started?" means. It's fine, though, as I have the pateince of a saint, even in my 13th hour of work. Yup, it helped that she was earnest and beautiful. Training means no reading or paying bills, so my backup plans for the evening's slow spots were useless to me. Oh well. The shift went pretty quick nonetheless.

I returned home to see that only two Detroit Tigers had been named to the All-Star team. It shouldn't surprise me that idiotic Ozzy Guillen would name just one Detroit Tiger (the best team in all of baseball (Pudge was voted in), and I guess it doesn't. On one hand, while a number of Tigers deserved it over the players who made it (Justin Verlander is 10-3, 3.13; Mark Buehrle is 9-5, 3.86, and that's just one example), it might be better that everyone get a rest before the pennant drive of the second half. It's better if we're ignored by All-Star selections, by Baseball Tonight, by baseball fans in general. We're sneakier that way.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

A Long WAy Down

I'm on a big book-on-tape kick right now, and that's how I "read" Nick Horby's A Long Way Down. It got to be so good that I couldn't wait to get back into the car at some points during the last few days; last night, after work, I decided to drive around in circle for a bit before I realized that it was silly.

Choosing a book on tape is a bit of an art. For me, it cannot be a book with a multitude of characters, as I'm a visual learner and need to jot down notes if this is the case. It can't be a book with a lot of dialect or strange names, so my attempt to listen to Erneset Gaines' A Gathering of Old Men was fruitless. It should be a fairly straight narrative, and the voice actors need to be good. A Long Way Down did this for me.

The way that Hornby sets up the book doesn't seem like it would be a straight narrative, but it is. He has four strangers meet on New Year's Eve on top of a building famous as a suicide spot in Londong. All four have decided that they're going to jump, to end it all. They meet, stop each other, and the book chronicles the next few months. It's told in the voices of the four different characters, and, while this might seem hard to follow - it wasn't. Some phenomenal voice actors played each of the characters, and it was easy to follow.

As for the book, it's had mixed reviews. "Too high-concept," I remember reading when it came out. But it just worked for me. There were a few moments early on that I thought were sort of silly and sitcomish, but it eventually got really, really good. Part of it was probably the actors, but they read the words in a way that was totally spot-on. Yesterday, if you saw me driving out to White Marsh, you would have seen me nearly unable to drive because "Martin's" section was so damn funny. If you had seen me after work last night, you may have wondered why I looked so sad; well, it was really sad, too. Funny, sad, and beautiful, the book just worked for me.

I think I'm going to start The Devil in the White City tonight. Next book on tape in the car will probably be The Secret Life of Bees, which I've also heard very mixed things about, but I know it's a book that my students have liked before.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Anti-climactic

The evening was anti-climactice. We started off at No Idea, which has this deal for all-you-can-drink Yuengling for $1. That's great and all, but the bar itself didn't do a whole lot for me, and the food was terrible. I'd much rather head to Thirsty Dog, get great beer, even better food, ang great service.

After No Idea, we headed to the Waterfront. I don't know how many times I have to live it to realize it, but loud, smoky, crowded bars are just not my scene. I'd say it's a function of getting older, but I don't think I ever really enjoyed them. Yeah, there was great music, but few were really listening, and I began to get tired.

Somehow, though, we went over to Kelly's to sing karaoke. By this time, I was exhausted and could barely stay awake. Polish Girl came over after her shift, and I walked her home so she could give me her souveneir for me from her recent vacation to Texas - a beer called "Shakespeare Stout." The sweetness of the gesture made me realize I've got to hang out with my old friend more often.

I've got to work tonight and a double tomorrow. I hope to make back all the money I spent this week on books for school...