Saturday, September 30, 2006

Red wine on the front porch

After the house concert tonight - which went really well, and which will probably be the last one, at least for the foreseeable future - I sat on the front porch with Marcia and Brenden, two of my favorite people in Baltimore. I used to work with Marcia, and she still holds the title as my first friend in Baltimore. A woman roughly 20 years my senior, she and I have an easy rapport, and for some reason I'm able to talk with her with more ease than almost anyone I know.

Less than a month ago, she lost her 48-year old cousin to a sudden heart attack. A cyclist and athlete, his death was a shock to Marcia, who a close brother-sister relationship with him. I've called her and left a couple of messages in the last month, expressing my concern and condolences, and this was first we'd chatted. I found myself listening to her stories of her cousin, and I swapped with her stories of my grandmother. The scientist in me (I started college as a Biology major, after all) is still a little surprised by my reaction to my grandma's death in August. 81. Bad Alzheimer's. She, almost certainly, wanted to go. Yet, the grief was crippling. As I spoke with Marcia, we reflected that grief was the great unexplored human emotion. Love, Isolation, Power - they are all explored with a vengeance. But grief, not so much. We just can't deal, not even the best of us.

Did anyone else listen to This American Life today? I love NPR on Saturdays. First it's Car Talk, which I love; then it's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, which I like; and then it's This American Life, which sometimes changes my life. Today, it was about grief, which proved prescient with the conversation with Marcia. A 9/11 Widow was on the show, and told oddly humorous stories of her experience, and I realize now that this is a similar tone with which we spoke tonight. Paradoxically, we use humor to deal with grief, because we don't know much else how to.

On this warm final day of September, Marcia and I drank red wine and sat on the front porch, crying a little and laughing a little and not even moving when the raindrops began to fall around us.

Vacuums suck

It appears that I might have gone through my fourth vacuum cleaner in four years today. This one only last about six months. And, believe me, I don't vacuum very often. It's just that it's Holden's shedding season, and all the hair just is too much for any vacuum not called a shop vac to handle. Holden is a collie/sheperd mix who also looks to have a bit of husky in him, so his hair is thick and plentiful. For a while, I went just with a shop vac in my house, but my knees began to ache after a while. Now I think I'm back to a shop vac, unless I can figure out how to fix the upright vac.

This time, it's not that the belt keeps breaking, but that it doesn't suck. I keep turning it off, taking it apart, and unclogging it, but it doesn't appear to be any use. It just becomes clogged again immediately.

I probably should invest in a heavy duty vacuum that costs more than $60 or $70 next time. But I'm worried that it will be just more of the same so I'll be out $200 instead of $60.

So, if you're coming to my house concert tonight, don't look at the floor too closely. And bring your Claritin if you're allergic.

Long night

It was a shitty night. I worked the 5pm-1am shift, meaning I worked the longest shift and had to close. This generally means you make the most money. Unfortunately, I made $37 while my two co-workers made over $100. A combination of shitty luck, shitty tables, and shitty tippers.

Working from 7am until 1am with nary a break and making $37... well, that's a pretty bad day. No way getting around that.

Off to bed so I can wake up and clean the house for the house concert tomorrow...

Friday, September 29, 2006

6 on Friday

1. Melissa Ferrick was awesome. Photos coming this weekend.

2. Funny detail I forgot to include in my post about Center Stage's production of Three Sisters: an old guy actor playing a messengerman farted in our faces right at the beginning of Act II. It was very funny. You know what they say, though... it's live theater.

3. Professional Development Day - ahhhhh.... Got a lot done.

4. How in God's name is it justified that I'm kicked out of the building at 3:30pm? Working long and hard should be encouraged, not discouraged.

5. Waiting tables tonight. I'm sure it will suck; it's been a long week. I usually insist on no Fridays, but co-workers are out of town and he/I had/have no choice.

6. House concert tomorrow at my house. Wanna come? E-mail me or check out the house concert blog.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Calling all the hippies, Jews, gypsies, and queers

(That's a line from the live rendition of one of her songs.)

I'll be seeing Melissa Ferrick tomorrow night at the 8X10 Club along with a sea of adoring lesbian fans and a few of my friends (my goal is always to bring 2 or so new Ferrick fans to a show, and I'm doing it tonight with 2 Ferrick virgins).

I'm getting a little too old for so many social events in one week, but I'm still looking forward to it; also, Friday is a teacher inservice day, which will make it easier. This is probably the 15th or so time I've seen her live - she is seriously the best live performer that I know and has never disappointed me. She has the stage energy of Bruce Springsteen, the guitar prowess of Ani DiFranco, and the vocal power of Jeff Buckley. I've been a fan for almost a decade now, and even booked her a couple times at Michigan State (she mentioned me in her blog!)

This is from an interview I (ahem) granted with the State News back in 1999, after the first time I booked her:

M___ ____________, an English senior and program coordinator at Common Grounds, said he was amazed at the power of Ferrick’s performance when he saw her live a year ago.

“She just blew me away — more than any other live performer I’ve ever seen,” ______ said. “She has a huge fan base in the Midwest and since this is her only Michigan show, we expect it to be a big show.”

Although she has played with big names on the popular Lilith Fair tour, Ferrick hasn’t played in East Lansing since a 1994 tour and said she’s looking forward to playing for fans who haven’t had a chance to see her in an intimate setting since.


More then 300 people showed up that night. I don't think the 8X10 will have that many, but there will be a lot...

Here is a bit of the wonder that is Melissa Ferrick:



And she just exudes sex. This is her at MichFest 2006, notable because of the hilarious ASL interpreter to her left, signing all through her notorious lesbian sex song "Drive."

Inside Man Gym

I've been having a hell of a time making it to the gym during the week this school year. I joined the YMCA, but have been only once. I joined it so I could go to the gym in the mornings, but have not made it yet this school year. I feel healthiest and fittest when I'm working out every morning, but haven't really been on that schedule in a couple of years. I go some mornings, some evenings, and sometimes I skip it. This week, I've skipped it three days in a row. On Monday, I went to the gym but felt a little woozy so I went home. On Tuesday, my alarm went off at 5am, but I pushed snooze until 7 and couldn't go after school because of a play at Center Stage. Today, well, I've been working ever since I got home and just couldn't get away. Tomorrow, I'm going to a concert and am not planning on getting up at 5am.

This is frustrating because I had a great weekend at the gym. I ran two miles on Saturday and three miles on Sunday, and lifted weights both days. It felt great. But I didn't ride that momentum into the week.

It's a bunch of excuses, I realize. I've just got to get my act together. I think once baseball season ends, that I'll be in a much better position to go to bed earlier and get to the gym in the morning.

***
This weekend, I was proud of myself, as I sat down and watched a movie: Inside Man. I've been wanting to see it for a while, because it stars Jodie Foster, for whom I would pay to watch read a phone book. Plus it's directed by one of America's finest directors (at least when he's on), Spike Lee, and starring one of our finest actors, Denzel Washington.

The movie was about what I expected - a solid adult thriller, well-performed and written. I also thoroughly enjoyed the director's commentary. Spike Lee is a really interesting guy, not nearly as caustic as he comes off as in print interviews. He's the type of guy who would probably be an interesting partner on a bar stool for hours.

I was especially happy to see Darryl "Chill" Mitchell in a small role. This guy starred in one of my favorite TV shows from the early nineties, when I was glued to the television. Remember The John Larroquette Show? It was a solid, dark sitcom starring a really interesting cast - Mitchell, Liz Torres, Chi McBride, and a few others. The show lost its edge in the second season when sitcom killer Allison LaPlaca was brought aboard, but it was angry and funny in that first season, and Mitchell was a big part of it. In around 1999, he got in a bad motorcycle wreck and was paralyzed, and later starred on Ed, one of my favorite shows of the 2000s. He doesn't act that much, so it was nice to see him in this movie.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Three Sisters at Center Stage

Just saw Chekov's "Three Sisters" at Center Stage. Once again, our local theater has done a great job. I still cannot believe that I bought their entire season package for just $60 (6 shows). This year, I'm doing it with about eight friends, so for the first Tuesday of every play run, we'll be out having dinner at various Mt. Vernon restaurants (tonight was Akbar), then walking over.

The play was phenomenal. The thing that I like about literature the most is what it tells about the human experience, regardless of culture or time period. Throughout much of this play, I was amazed that Chekov's words about life and death were the perfect articulation of things I've felt or am feeling. The characters were so memorable. I really enjoyed it, and I say this despite the fact that it was the longest play I've ever sat through (3 hours) and that I did it with a full stomach after a long Tuesday in school. Yup, it was that good.

Keith Olbermann

It's amazing to me that the former ESPN doofus has become arguably our most principled and gutsy news analyst. His "Open Wound" 9/11 speech and his "The Biological Weapon of Standing Water Hurricane Katrina" speech are already classics, and it looks like he came up with another one last night.

A Textbook Definition of Courage

Monday, September 25, 2006

Adjusting

Moving from 90 minute class periods to 50 minute class periods has been an adjustment. I enjoy that I now see the students every day instead of every other day, but the lesson planning is more intense and class zips by too quickly. It also has not decreased student load. The past two years, I've had, respectively, 170 and 164 students. This year, because of increased class size (thank you, Baltimore City Public Schools, for voting to increase the student:teacher ratio from 28:1 to 32:1, and thank you, Baltimore Sun, for not reporting it at all, and, thank you, politicians, for continuing to ignore the problem), I've got 173 students spread across 5 classes, with classes ranging from 29 to 37.

What I've done for the last week is engage the students in Daily Grammar Practice as their daily drill. It's functioning not only as a learning tool, but a classroom management tool. Kids get up to four points a day - one for having the book, one for having the book out on their desk, one for having the activity completed, one for participating. Therefore, it starts class off with a quick, quiet activity and it's working well so far. There's been quite a bit of whining from these sophomores, who think I'm treating them like an Honors course, but I think it's going to be worth it.

As for the IB kids, I'm enjoying one out of the two classes. For some reason, the other class just exudes this attitude that I can't quite place. I can't figure out if it's one kid, or a few kids, but I'm not enjoying 8th period everyday. 9th period, which gets the same lesson plan, has been enjoyable. I don't know why. I do know that this project I'm in the middle of with them - kids are presenting scenes from Death and the Maiden in groups - is getting a little old, and I need to move on to The House of the Spirits as soon as I can.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Tigers clinch first playoff birth since 1987

The tears are welling in my eyes even though my tear ducts barely work. I haven't been this happy in a long time.

I've been waiting for this since I was ten years old. No one believed in us. Even now, ESPN ranks the team 7th in baseball, despite having the best record in all of baseball.

Seeing the team celebrate in the locker room is awe-inspiring. I will treasure this feeling for a long time, and hope that it goes even longer into October.

I just saw Baltimore native Al Kaline - Mr. Tiger - doused with champagne and beaming like a little kid even though he's in his seventies. Todd Jones is weeping. Marlboro Man-slash-Manager of the Year Jim Leyland is teary-voiced. I am so happy.

The article

“People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” - Roger Hornsby

Today, I'm supremely happy because the Tigers are up 9-0 in a game that will clinch a playoff spot for them, should/when they win.

Holy shit. I mean, holy shit. Where the hell was this team in August? This is so sweet and it makes me, and all of us Tigers fans, so happy. God damn it, but we have suffered long and hard to get to this point, and we deserve this so much.

This will be our first post-season appearance since 1987, the year that broke my heart and cemented me as a lifelong baseball and Detroit Tiger fan.

What a great sport this is.

"In 1000 years, America will be known for three things: the Constitution, baseball, and jazz music." - Gerald Earley...

Parenthetical explanation of above quote by Ken Burns: "I think what he was saying was that the genius of America is improvisation. Just look at the Constitution. It's four pieces of paper, written at the end of the 18th century, that's able to adjudicate the most complicated problems of this our 21st century. Baseball is a very simple children's stick and ball game, but with infinite chess-like combinations. And jazz is this music, founded by African-Americans, those who have had the experience of being un-free in this supposedly free land, and what did they create? The only art form that Americans have ever invented, and that is this jazz music, out of which, nearly every other form of music that we enjoy today owes itself. Rap, hip hop, R&B, soul, rock all have their ancestry in jazz music."

Friday, September 22, 2006

This is the Dan Bern I wanted to see last night



Note how you can hear him.

Or here. This is how "Chelsea Hotel" should sound.

O's Protest and Dan Bern concert

The week is over - phew! I eschewed happy hour in favor of a nap this afternoon, to quench my exhaustion after getting in after 1am today and then going and teaching all day today.

Yesterday was a long, but good, day. After school, a bunch of us went to see the Tigers/Orioles game. We got there a bit late because it started at 4:05 and we couldn't quite get out of school as quickly as we wanted, but the game was a good one until the last inning, when the Orioles came back to beat the Tigers. Still, the Tigers played badly and probably deserved to lose. They even loaded the bases with nobody out and didn't score.

The real story of the game, however, was the Orioles fan protest. Let me tell you, it was an impressive sight. For the first few innings, these 1,000 or so fans were able to fill the stadium with their chants; it was really pretty amazing. And then, the moment of the walkout - 5:08 - was sufficiently dramatic, with an entire section emptying. Then, most of the fans stayed and marched around the stadium for the rest of the game. Nonviolent protest and baseball... of course I was in 7th heaven. I would hope to think that if the Tigers were still in their state of dismality, if Randy Smith were still the GM, that us fans would do something similar.

Reading through Angelos' comments afterwards, though, it's clear that the protests fell on deaf ears. He still thinks it's all about payroll. It's not. Teams with a $75 million payroll can still compete in the major leagues today. Yeah, it's easier if you can go to triple digits, as you can cover up your mistakes better. But, the Orioles continue to make asinine decisions with personnel. When Kevin Millar is your first baseman and David Newhan plays a prominent role on your team, the problem isn't payroll - it's idiocy. Just hearing about some of the trades that were turned down by the Orioles this season regarding Tejada shows me that the team still is too frozen in incompetent inertia to improve anytime soon. Some of the idiocy may be cheapness blossomed - I recall them choosing Javy Lopez over Ivan Rodriguez because Lopez only wanted three years and I-Rod demanded four. That sort of "penny smart, dollar dumb" decision forced them to sign a real catcher this year (Hernandez) instead of, say, a great pitcher, while I-Rod continues to be one of the best catchers in all of baseball with the Tigers.

So, great job, Orioles fans. I hope it does some good.

As for the Dan Bern concert, I left somewhat disappointed. I've been blown away by this guy many times before, but the last time I saw him, I was somewhat underwhelmed, and this time I was also non-plussed. First of all, he just didn't seem like he was singing. On CD, his vocals come off as strong as Springsteen-esque, but it was almost like he was singing under his breath. I later realized that this might have been the sound mix, because he sounded much better without the accompaniment of his band - which consisted of a strange fiddle-like instrument and a electric guitar, neither of which added much to the songs. It just mystifies when singer/songwriters who are so dependent on their lyrics don't put the lyrics up front and center. I remember early on there was an entire song - and I knew the whole thing (if I remember right, it was "I'm Not the Guy") and I couldn't understand one word in the entire song. Luckily, I know the lyrics by heart, but it was still frustrating.

His attitude seemed a bit off, too. I remember seeing him a few times at The Ark in Ann Arbor, MI, and he was so gregarious, and raunchy, and funny, that you almost didn't want him to start singing again. I remember him ripping the cords out of his guitar, coming out to the audience, and sitting on someone's table and singing "Marilyn Monroe." This Dan Bern wouldn't have done that. Even though I left early (!!!), I'm quite sure there was no going into the audience; he barely seemed like he wanted to be there.

That being said, I'm glad I got to hear two of my favorite Bern songs - "Jail," which definitely worked well, and "Chelsea Hotel," which Bern tried to screw up with too much accompaniment but it's impossible to screw up that beautiful song. His new songs sounded good and I bought his new CD. Maybe I was too tired to enjoy the show; Bern didn't go on stage until 10:30pm and that makes for a long ass day. But, yeah, I couldn't last through the whole thing, and I could tell my friends wanted to leave, so we left a bit after midnight. Dan Bern is still one of my favorite songwriters and singers of all time, and I'll continue to put one of his songs on every mixed CD that I make and all, but I think he's dropped out of my upper eschelon of great live performers. Sorry, Dan. I'll still see you next time you're back in town, with the fervent hope that you're solo acoustic, or, if you have a band, that your sound mix puts your voice out in front of the guitars and you decide to sing with a full voice.

I don't know; maybe I like Dan Bern all coked up better.

The cool thing of the night there, though, occurred earlier. My friends and I were amongst the first to arrive (in hindsight, this was silly, but I'm used to Melissa Ferrick shows where there's a line and a full house; there was only about 30 people there last night). I was walked around, and this big bald guy came up to me and saw my Detroit Tigers shirt. "Are you from Detroit? You a fan?", he asked, and I of coruse replied affirmatively. The man apparently had named his four-year old son "Detroit," and he told me about him and said he loved the city. It was a good conversation. A few minutes later, that same man went on stage; he was the opening act, Hammell on Trial.

Hammell on Trial was awesome. In fact, I remember feeling some of the same things after seeing him that I felt the first time I saw Dan Bern eight or nine years ago. While Hammell on Trial isn't that much of a singer - I'd never compare him to Springsteen, like I would Bern - but his lyrics and in-your-face persona were awe-inspiring. Raunchy and political (he had a hilarious song about Ann Coulter's cunt), and part stand-up comedian, he really was a great performer. I'd see him again in a second, and his set tempered my mild disappointement in Bern's.

Here's hoping Melissa Ferrick, performing next Thursday, puts on a great show here in Baltimore in a week. If you're looking for something cool to do next Thursday, check it out. The 8X10 is a pretty good place to see a show.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Today- good day; Tomorrow- great day

Today was an alright day. Frank Distefano, the chief of high schools in the city, resigned. This is a good thing; he was a strange man who made mystifying decisions and lowered standards.

The kids were all great. I'm really excited about a scene presentation project with my Juniors. I'm also showing them the film version of Death and the Maiden - starring Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley - next week. I've had to send home permission forms, since it's rated R. It's a great movie, and it just came from Amazon today. I can't wait to rewatch it this weekend.

Tonight, my friend called me and invited me over to his house. He just moved into the neighborhood, less than a mile away, and we had some red win on his front porch and debated Shakespeare and our epic "Who is the greatest writer of the 20th century?" battle. (For the record, I say Steinbeck, he says Hemingway. I'd rank it something like, in order, Steinbeck, Morrison, Roth, Wharton, Hemingway; he'd rank it something like Hemingway, Pinchon, Roth, Fitzgerald, and Wharton)

Tomorrow, though, will be even better. The Tigers game is at 4:05 at Camden Yards, and I'll be jetting out of school as soon as I can to get there on time. Seeing the Tigers play is always a thrill, but the fact that it's actually a meaningful game in September is even more thrilling. They hold on to a .5 game lead over the Twins as of tonight. They've pretty much made the playoffs, but I still want them to win the division championship against the Twins, a team I've hated since 1987.

Afterwards, I'll be seeing one of my favorite singer-songwriters of all time, Dan Bern. I've been a fan for ten years now, ever since I saw him open up for Ani DiFranco at Michigan State. He's now become one of my top five eschelon - he, Melissa Ferrick, Brenda Kahn, Kanye West, and Bob Dylan - and I'm very, very excited to see him live for the first time in years.

(Fool, if you're around and still lurking, I've tried e-mailing you again about the show... you coming?)

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The day ending on an unpleasant note

I missed "Bobby"'s scholarship dinner tonight because of a misunderstanding - I didn't think I was invited. I just received an e-mail from a coordinator saying,

I think I must owe you an apology for a huge misunderstanding. Tonight I gave "Bobby" the gift we usually give out to the school counselors to give to you and he told me you weren't there because I'd said there wasn't any room for you. It was the students you would have brought that we didn't have room for--I always assumed you were coming no matter what because you were listed on "Bobby"'s guestlist. I can't tell you how awful I feel about this--it was such an important night for "Bobby" and while I think he enjoyed himself a great deal, I know he wanted you there. And I know how much you wanted to be there, too.

I am truly, truly sorry for this misunderstanding. Please know that you are always welcome as part of "Bobby"'s family at any... event.


I was sort of bummed out about it earlier today, then talked to "Bobby" on the phone, and was a bit more bummed out, but I just got this e-mail and now my eyes are stinging with tears. I really should have been there.

God damn it, this sucks. I can't even really blame anyone except a combination of three busy, well-intentioned people trying to do the best they can, and me not asking a direct question. Namely, "Can I still come?"

I will make it up to him somehow.

These seven things happened today

Since I don't want to think about baseball anymore (Tigers down 7-0, now they'll be .5 games up in the AL Central, having squandered almost all of their once 10-game lead they had six weeks ago), nor grade any more papers (I've been through two stacks tonight), I'll tell you about what happened today in my day.

1. Five kids came in tardy for first period, meaning I had to give five detentions first thing in the morning.

2. A girl - the same girl who called me "cute" on the first day of school - made what might have been a lewd sexual comment to me, saying, "Anytime you need to, Mr. _____, in or out, in and out, you just ask me and I'll do it." She sits in front of a shelving unit where I store papers, and I have to either uncomfortably reach over her or ask her to get papers for me or put papers in it when I need them. She is friendly and helpful, but also an attention seeker (she sings, she comes in late, she loudly sneezes and then covers her face with her hand as if it's full of snot) but today she said that, and I probably wouldn't have thought twice, but she laughed afterwards like it was a joke. Don't want to make too big of a deal, but after talking to a colleague about it and attempting to call home, I decided to go to Guidance with it tomorrow.

3. That same girl did the sneeze thing, then said she had a handful of snot, and begged for some tissue, which I just ran out of (I never, ever use tissue, but somehow my class has gone through three boxes already this year in three weeks), then begged to go to the bathroom. I wanted to get rid of her for a few minutes, and didn't want to stop teaching, so I qualified that as an emergency in my head, and sent her along to the bathroom without a pass. Oops. A few minutes later she was escorted back to the room by the principal. He didn't say anything, just smiled, and had a big role of toilet paper for my room. He stood there for a few minutes, watching, and left. I hope I don't get in trouble.

4. During 9th period, the assistant principal (who I love) came in to observe. This made me nervous, though, because I'm always nervous in that huge class of 37, and being watched by someone I respect makes anyone a little bit nervous. Plus, it was so damn hot in the school today that I was dripping sweat. She stayed only about five minutes, and afterwards asked me if I needed any fans in my room. Later, she left me a nice note about how good the activity was that I was doing.

5. I guess I shouldn't complain about being observed by both the principal and the vice principal in the same day, as long as they bring supplies with them every day. Today, I scored two fans and a roll of toilet paper. Huzzah!

6. Afterwards, there was an all-staff meeting. I don't want to breathe a word yet, but my school is doing something next year that may revolutionize not only the school but give another option for the BCPSS, this time for middle school.

7. After the meeting, I looked at my colleague (due Oct. 6), and told her that her belly looked especially big that day. She looked at me, looked at where I was looking, and thought I had said her breasts. She laughed and laughed. Then we sat around with two others and talked about The Wire until 6pm. So, I stayed at school until 6, and hardly got any extra work done - except for the papers I was able to sneak into the meeting.

"You can put it on the board... YES!"

Whenever the Tigers play the White Sox, for some reason my MLBtv subscription always picks up broadcasts out of Chicago rather than Detroit. This unfortunately gives me the broadcast team of Ken "Hawk" Harrelson and Darrin Jackson. Because I watch a lot of games and have probably heard every single AL announcer the past two seasons, plus a fair share of NL announcers, it's easy for me to tell you that "Hawk and DJ" are the worst announcers in the major leagues. They are chronic "homers," which means they unabashedly root for the hometeam. I prefer objectivity, but I realize announcer fandom happens a lot - just no one does it as annoyingly as Hawk and DJ. They sound forlorn when the Sux are not doing well. They sigh. They will watch an opposing home run in complete silence (if I'm doing something else on the computer, I'll know something good is happening if they aren't saying anything.) They have annoying, obscure nicknames with the players, who they act like are their best friends. They'll actually root - "Come on, Jim!", stuff like that. It's all really excruciating.

But the worst of all is their home run call. When a ball looks like it's going to be a home run, they say, "There's a long drive, way back..." which is just fine. But when it hits the stands, Hawk says, "You can put it on the board..." and then both of them, as if they've practiced it hundreds of times, yell, "YES!" in unison. The microphones rattle, and it's one of the worst things in all of baseball. Worse than steroids; worse than the Hall of Fame's exclusion of Alan Trammell, Shoeless Joe Jackson, Lou Whitaker, and Jack Moris; worse than the Yankees and Red Sox combined; even worse than Neifi fucking Perez. Yup, it's that bad.

I am not the only one who feels like this, by the way. Check out Heavethehawk.com.

Can you tell the Tigers are losing?

It might be good to get sleep for eight hours tonight. I've got a big finish to the week, with the Dan Bern concern on Thursday night after seeing the Tigers come to town for a 4:05 game.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Student essay winner

One of my former students - a 9th grader I taught last year - recently won a pretty big national essay contest.

Here is an excerpt:

Sarenka Rebhan was my great great aunt and her sister Miriam, my great grandmother. Naming me after Sarenka was my parents' way of remembering her as well as other relatives who perished in the Holocaust: those who had no one left to say a prayer for them, or light a memorial candle.

After nine years in a private Jewish day school, I currently attend a large inner city public high school where I am part of a tiny minority. Frequently, people ask about my name. Each time I explain its origin, I recount Holocaust experiences. Many of my classmates are unaware of what transpired during the Holocaust. When I discuss my name, I am educating others about the cruelties that occurred, and the evil of which humans are capable. Moreover, because I am one of the few Jews in the school, I hope to dispel preconceived ideas. Likewise, I am learning about the experiences of my African-American classmates. This exchange fosters understanding and respect between people who have differences and similarities�especially in the suffering of our predecessors.


Here is the entire essay:

http://holocaust.hklaw.com/essays/2006/20061I.htm

I wish I could say I taught her everything she knows, but she came to me pretty smart and hardworking. It didn't surprise me in the least to see she had won this contest.

I hate Mondays

On most days, I love my job. Today was not one of those days.

Before 8am, people were telling me how tired I looked, and this was confirmed a few times during the day when others commented the same. A student in 9th period, after I ran my fingers through (what is left of) my hair, she said, "Oh, Mr. (Epiph). You always look so stressed out."

I've figured out why I always look so stressed out in her class. All those kids make me feel like I'm onstage. With 25 kids, I don't feel that way. But once my classes get up to 36 or 37, I feel all those eyes on me and feel myself tense up by not being able to walk between the desks because it's too crowded.

After school, I had to read a chapter for grad school and write a 1.5 page essay reflection. Somehow, I got to Towson U at 4:25pm, and was able to rattle off the essay (after skimming the appropriate section) in a half hour and turn it in on time. I just got my book delivered on Saturday, so I have a moderately okay excuse. I decided that Sunday would be better spent creating my lessons for the week.

Class sucked, but at least it was short; she let us out at 6:45 instead of 7:30. I've never done a grad class during the school year before and it's challenging - and I haven't even done any work yet. I was cheered up a little when I ran to the Towson bookstore (I finally purchased my coursepack) during my break and saw a kid I coached for four years in the Union, hanging out with a girl I had in the 9th grade. Great kids, big smiles - they're enjoying their freshmen year of college.

I'm now at home, and considering going to bed in the next few minutes. The thing is, the most important baseball series for my Tigers in arguably 19 years begins in approximately 25 minutes. Oh, dilemmas...

Tigers vs. Twins vs. White Sox

The White Sox are in serious trouble, 5 behind us and 4 behind the Twins with 13 to play. This series against the Whit Sux - beginning tonight and going through Wednesday - is the most important series the Tigers have played since 1987. At the beginning of the year, we would have been giddy if anyone had told us that we'd be in this position.

If the Tigers win one of the three games, that probably ends any realistic chance the White Sox's have to catch us. If we are swept, we'll still be 2 up. So the pressure is entirely on the White Sox.

Meanwhile, the Twins have a great chance to be sitting in first place by the end of baseball on Wednesday. They play the Red Sox for three games starting tonight. I never thought I'd say this, but, Go Red Sox!

And maybe the best thing about this is the Tigers get to play in a real playoff race. Normally, every championship team has to go through stages before they can play great when it counts. The Tigers figure to have the talent to be competitive for the next bunch of years since we've got great young pitching, and with Cameron Maybin (#1 prospect in baseball according to many) and some other good position prospects on the horizon. As these guys start arriving in Detroit, the Tigers will already have gone through a lot of their learning curve.

It's a great time to be a baseball fan, specifically a Tigers fan.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Death and the Maiden Unit

Primary Text : Ariel Dorfman's Death and the Maiden

Key Questions:

* What is a person's (and a nation's) capacity for forgiveness of past wrongs?
* How necessary is revisiting the painful past in order to move into the future, for people and for nations?
* Is there an ethical way to punish immoral acts?

Skills:

1. Analysis of dramatic text through close reading, performance, and writing.
2. Linking with other texts


Assessments

1. Formal Typed Journals: 100pts
2. Personal Literary Journal and Textmarking: 75pts
3. Dramatic Scene Presentation: 50pts
4. Film Analysis: 25pts
5. Quizzes and Classwork 50pts
6. Internet Discussion 25pts
7. Essay of Own Choosing: 75pts

Total: 400 pts



Tentative Schedule

Monday, September 11: Introduction, pass back Summer Reading Essay Outlines

Wednesday, September 13: Act I reading due, pass back Summer Reading Essay Outlines

Thursday, September 14: Act II reading due

Friday, September 15: First draft of Summer Reading Essay due (or e-mailed by Sunday, September 17 by 4:00pm)

Monday, September 18: Act III reading due

Tuesday, September 19: Three journals (from above) due, first drafts back

Wednesday, September 20: Scene Presentations

Thursday, September 21: Scene Presentations

Friday, September 22: Scene Presentations / Final Summer Reading Essay drafts due (or e-mailed by September 24 at 4:00pm)

Monday, September 24-Wednesday, September 26: Watch film

Monday, September 24: Begin Death and the Maiden essay

Monday, September 24: Begin The House of the Spirits



1. Formal Typed Journals (Must answer in full-page, single-spaced, typed entries.)

Each entry is worth 25 points.

/5 Rubric

/5 Textual Evidence

/5 Original Thought

/5 Formal Structure

/5 Appropriate Register



Reflection Topics: Choose Three.

1. How would you characterize the marriage of Paulina and Gerardo?
2. How does the playwright use details of the setting and atmosphere to illustrate the mood of the play?
3. How do the life roles or careers of each of the characters seem to be reflected in their actions and beliefs?
4. Analyze the different ways the characters view the idea of revenge in the play. In what ways is it presented as satisfying or dissatisfying?
5. Do you believe Paulina or Dr. Miranda? Why? Provide details evidence.



Device Topics. Choose One.

1. Discuss one significant symbol, such as the title or the mirror, that Dorfman employs. How does it create meaning?
2. Discuss one significant paradox that Dorfman employs. How does it create meaning?
3. What is the effect of the ending? How does it create meaning?





2. Personal Literary Journals and Textmarking

Personal Literary Journal

Besides the journals you complete above, you will be keeping a personal journal throughout your reading of the three texts for your world lit paper. Included for Death and the Maiden and clearly labeled should be the following:

After each Act

A. First Impressions: Immediately after finishing a section, take some time to write down anything that comes to you in relation to the text, your initial reactions or responses. Don't try to puzzle them out; write freely. If the reading bores you, write that down. If you're intrigued by certain statements, attract to characters, interested in issues or ideas, if you find something confusing or irritating, write it down. Just keep writing. (10pts)

B. Details: Write down five details that strike you in each Act and tell why they are significant, what purpose they serve, what connotations they evoke. (10pts)

C. Titles: Titles are important. Create titles for each of the Acts in the play. Be creative; it will be more useful if you choose symbolic titles. (5pts)



As you go, create list to add to

D. Character Sketch: Write a character sketch of any character, incorporating quotations from the text. (10pts)

E. Connections : After Act II and Act III, write about the connection of ideas between acts. (5pts)

F. Character Details: List ten details about another major character. (5pts)

G. Questions: List five questions that occur to you as you read. (5pts)



Textmarking (25 pts)

After reading the play in its entirety, read it again, color-marking and notating your copy with the following (at a minimum):

Ø Tone (shifts within dialogue, or points where intriguing)

Ø Repeated images or ideas such as…

o Atonement and Forgiveness

o Death and the Maiden

o Healing and Freedom

o Doubt and Ambiguity

o Justice and Injustice

o Memory and Reminiscence

o Morality and Ethics

Ø ICE-Q (Ideas and Inferences, Connections with other texts or examples from the world, Emotional Responses, Questions)





3. Dramatic Presentation

We will be presenting scenes in groups in class next week. The rubric will be with the assignment. (50pts)



4. Film Analysis

We will be watching the 1994 Roman Polanski film version of this play, starring Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley. While watching it, we will analyze the directorial and acting choices completed. Note: This film is rated 'R," I will have to have a parental signature from each of your parents allowing you to watch the film in class.



5. Quizzes and Classwork

Various classwork, journals, quizzes, and literary term study completed during class. (50 pts)



6. Internet Discussion

Go to www.nicenet.org. Our class code is 3Z73039X44. Create a name for yourself (use your actual name, not a pseudonym) and wait for further instructions.



7. Essay

You will be developing your own essay topic for this play, which is why you will be completing such copious notes and journals as you read. Rubric to follow.



Context

Ariel Dorfman carefully specifies in his stage directions that Death and the Maiden is set in "a country that is probably Chile but could be any country that has given itself a democratic government just after a long period of dictatorship.'' There is both a specificity and a universality to the play, as many critics have noted, making it extremely topical in the late-twentieth century era of tentative political transformation. Frank Rich of the New York Times, for example, called the play a "mousetrap designed to catch the conscience of an international audience at a historic moment when many more nations than Chile are moving from totalitarian terror to fragile freedom." John Butt similarly found the play "timely," saying that it catches the audience "in a neat moral trap'' by making them "confront choices that most would presumably leave to the inhabitants of remote and less favored countries."

Among the many Latin American countries which in recent decades have similarly experienced periods of military rule (Guatemala, Brazil, Bolivia), Argentina and Chile are often compared to one another because of their shared history and close geographical proximity in the "Southern Cone'' of South America. Both Chile, following Augusto Pinochet's military coup, and Argentina, in the years of the military's "Dirty War," were characterized by civil repression, extra-judicial abductions and "disappearances," torture, and murder. Familiarity with the modern history of these two countries provides a good basis of understanding for the context of Death and the Maiden.

Throughout the first half of the twentieth century in Chile, the political climate swung often between right and left with no government strong enough to effect large scale change. Infrastructure developed slowly and rural poverty became an increasing problem, along with rapid urbanization as desperate populations flooded the city. Some social reforms were achieved in the 1960s, but Chile's politics became increasingly polarized and militant Salvador Allende crept to presidential victory in 1970 with a leftist coalition of socialists, communists, and extremists. Allende's sweeping economic reforms included the state takeover of many private enterprises; the United States was angered by the confiscation of U.S.-controlled copper mines and Chile's openly friendly relationship with Cuba, a country with whom America had ceased diplomatic and economic ties.

The Chilean military, in a coup orchestrated by General Augusto Pinochet, seized power on September 11, 1973, using air force jets to bomb the presidential palace. ( U.S. support of the coup through the Central Intelligence Agency [CIA] has been documented.) Allende died, apparently a suicide, and thousands of his supporters were killed. Pinochet, at the head of a four-man ruling junta (a group or council that controls a government), dissolved Chile's congress and repressed—often violently—political opposition. His government maintained power for the next decade and a half, frequently resorting to terror (including the abduction/tortures to which Paulina was subjected) in order to suppress dissent.

A peaceful transfer of presidential power was achieved in 1990 but considerable tension continued between the military and the government concerning the human rights violations of the Pinochet era. Under a constitution written during his regime, Pinochet himself remained army commander until stepping down in March, 1998. Yet after that time he still retained congressional influence with the title of senator for life. Chilean society continues to struggle with the violent legacy of its past, although current president Eduardo Frei has sped the process of reconciliation by accelerating human rights tribunals and inquiries into Chile's "disappeared" (through commissions like the one to which Gerardo has been appointed in Death and the Maiden).

Chile's neighbor, Argentina, has likewise seen frequent suppression of democratic processes. The country experienced its first coup in 1930, the government falling toacoalitionof military officers and civilian aristocrats who established a semi-fascist state following the growing trend of fascism in Europe. The military undertook a more forceful coup in 1943, one which set out to restructure Argentine culture totally. The goal this time was not the mere suppression of political radicals but the complete eradication of civilian politics. There were to be five more coups between 1943 and 1976, the year in which the military initiated the brutality known as the Dirty War. During this period, Argentina's most influential ruler was Colonel Juan Peron, first elected to the presidency in 1946.

Peron was different from his military predecessors in that he sought to integrate the urban working class into his party, although his government retained a strong hand on more hard-line radicalism. Peron's partner in everything during the early years of his presidency was his mistress, later his wife, Eva Duarte—known popularly as Evita (composer Andrew Lloyd Weber and lyricist Tim Rice would immortalize her in their 1978 musical Evita). She had cunning political instinct, upon which Peron grew to rely. When the military threw Peron over in 1955, many of the social changes he and Evita had initiated remained in place. The legacy of Evita (she died of cancer in 1952), combined with the knowledge that Peron was alive in exile, empowered many to adhere to Peronist ideals, despite the military's attempts to suppress them. Peron was resurrected in 1973 as the economic situation in Argentina continued to worsen, and the public, looking for some positive way out of the military regimes, enthusiastically welcomed his return; he died a mere eight months into his new term as president.

A coup on March 24, 1976, overthrew Peron's widow Isabel, president since his death, and a military junta composed of the three commanders in chief of the armed forces installed itself as the government. In the years between the coup and the resumption of democratic elections in 1983, the military fought a vicious and covert war against the people of Argentina, totally restructuring society to eradicate any political consciousness. A system of clandestine concentration camps, numbering over three hundred at their peak, provided the center of an all-out policy of abduction, torture, murder, and disposal. Estimates of the dead run as high as thirty thousand, and the lives of the survivors were left destroyed in other ways. As in Chile, following a tenuous return to democracy Argentine society at large continues to struggle with the issue of how to rectify the violence of the past. Activists such as Las Madres de Plaza de Mayo (who daringly initiated protests against the military government while it was still in power) maintain pressure on the current government to investigate human rights abuses, although punishment for many of the perpetrators remains unlikely.



Author Biography

Playwright, essayist, novelist, poet, and short story writer Ariel Dorfman was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina , on May 6, 1942, the son of an economist and a literature teacher. His life illustrates the fragmented experience of the modern Latin American exile. At the age of two, his family was forced to flee to the United States because of his father's opposition to the Argentine government of Juan Peron. Dorfman's father was one of the architects of the United Nations, and the family lived in New York for ten years before leaving in 1954, during the McCarthy era, to settle in Chile. Completing a University education, Dorfman became a naturalized Chilean citizen in 1967. Working for the next several years as a journalist and activist, he published several works, including a study of the plays of Harold Pinter ( The Homecoming).

A supporter of Chilean President Salvador Allende, Dorfman was forced into exile after a military coup led by General Augusto Pinochet seized control of the country in 1973. He intermittently lived in Argentina, France, the Netherlands , and eventually settled in the United States (in 1980), holding a variety of academic posts in each of the countries. In 1984 he became a professor at Duke University in Durham , North Carolina, where he maintains a part-time residence. Remaining active in Chile's political and social affairs while in exile, Dorfman first tried to return home to Chile in 1983 yet felt uncomfortable in the environment there. He tried a part-time return in 1986, but the following year, he was stopped at Santiago airport, detained, and then deported. Dorfman returned to Chile again in 1989. Following Pinochet's abdication to a popularly-elected president in 1990, the playwright attempted to re-establish a semi-permanent residence in his adopted homeland.

Dorfman's writings have been translated into over twenty languages. Like many other Latin American authors, he is also a social critic who investigates the relationship between politics and culture. He is the author of important essays and works of cultural criticism— How to Read Donald Duck: Imperialist Ideology in the Disney Comic (1975), Culture and Resistance in Chile (1978) and The Empire's Old Clothes (1980)—which argue that popular literatures promote capitalist and neo-imperial ideology and encourage passivity. Dorfman has additionally written literary works in a variety of forms. His collections of short stories include The Medicine Goes Down (1985) and My House Is on Fire (1979) which examines how people retain a sense of hope living under an oppressive military regime. Dorfman's novels have been praised for their highly original narrative techniques. The Last Song of Manuel Sendero (1987) combines several different perspectives, including those of cartoon characters and the unborn. Mascara (1988) explores human identity and the paranoia created by authoritarian regimes. Dorfman's many collections of poetry include Missing (1982) and Last Waltz in Santiago and Other Poems of Exile and Disappearance (1986). In the theater—besides his success with Death and the Maiden (1991)—Dorfman has created stage adaptations of his novel Widows (1981) and his short story "Reader" (1979).

Sunday Four

1. I wish football started in October and lasted a little bit longer. I just don't like it interfering with baseball season. Plus, the fall seems like football time, not the summer - and it still feels like summer to me. The Tigers-Orioles game going on right now is a great one so far, though. It's not often you see the kind of implosion that Daniel Cabrera suffered in the 4th inning, capped by a three-run single with the bases loaded. I guess Neifi was credited with a double, but, let's face it, it was a single. But the O's are hitting well today, so it'll be a good ballgame.

2. My students' essays are due in my mailbox by 4pm. I just opened up my account, and they've really filled it up. I wish I had a printer at home so I could start the onorous task of printing these things all out. It also means I'm getting e-mails like this: "Mr. _____, I can't email the essay.My dad's computer has 2 different word programs so can I PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE put the essay in ur mailbox monday morning?" This is actually doing me a favor, but I'm still going to give her a hard time about it.

3. Meanwhile, I'm struggling to finish work for grad school today along with my usual lesson planning. My grad school class still continues its fairly terrible start. After my bad first impression of the class and the professor, I was a little bit more happy after the second class. Now, my problems mostly stem from Amazon.com and the Towson Bookstore. I ordered the textbook for the course the Labor Day Sunday, in the hopes I would get it that week so I could do my work by the following Monday. Well, I ordered it on September 3, and just got it yesterday, on September 16. In the interim, I attempted to just bag the Amazon.com purchase and buy the book for considerably more money at the Towson Bookstore, but he hours are so inconvenient for working proefssionals there (they close at 7pm, when I'm still at school, and they close early on Saturdays, when I'm waiting tables, and are closed on Sundays) that I was unable to purchase it. Therefore, I missed the first grad school assignment - a reflection on the first chapter. It'll be okay, I think, because the professor grades only 8 of the 9 of these things that we do, but it certainly didn't get me off to a good start. I finally got the book yesterday, and have spent a good chunk of time reading today, and now I'm sitting at the computer to start my work.

4. As for lesson planning, I need to figure out the best way to structure my act-out-scenes-from-the-play assignment that I want my IB kids to do this week. In addition, I want to meticulously plan my English 2 classes for every day because I feel like Friday was sort of a mediocre day (of course, it was pep rally day, and we had shortened class periods, so that's almost to be expected).

Saturday, September 16, 2006

About blogging

I'm pretty fascinated by the Ben Cardin intern blog controversy. First, as a political junky, I'm fascinated by the things this staffer said (really, if you look at her blog, they're not that bad, except for the Oreo cookie joke, which was clearly a joke), and both Cardin's response to it (she was rightfully fired, mostly for being an idiot) and the media's response (depending on what sort of publication you read it in, they focus on different lines out of context from the blog to prove their point). As a blogger, though, I'm even more interested by someone getting fired for blogging. This is something I often find myself wondering about, as there is six-and-a-half years of my life contained on this blog and if someone wanted to make a case, I'm sure they could.

First off, if someone wanted to, they could pretty easily find out who I am. I already know I have one parent of one of my current students reading (don't know who). I know several colleagues that read. I know one student I taught last year who reads. All of this freaks me out a little, but not enough to take down what is not only a hobby, but something that makes me sit down and reflect every day. I also hope that anyone reading can see that I work very hard and care a lot about my job. I'm also careful not to use real names or talk shit about people at school.

In addition, I have become more passionate of late about this blog providing a window into some of the issues and triumphs of urban education and the harms of NCLB. In this state, education is the #1 voters issue, yet I'm teaching to classes without enough space for all the kids. I want to debunk myths that politicians like to spew on both sides of the aisle about education. I mean, as silly as it sounds, I hope this blog can affect change in some tiny way, and in some way it has already (I was able to raise enough money to send 14 kids on an Outward Bound trip last spring via this blog; this summer, I was able to raise enough money for Bobby's books, his computer, and still write him a check once a month with my money and whatever money dribbles into the Amazon account; people occasionally buy me books for my classroom and classroom practice from my Amazon.com wishlist, which directly go into my lesson planning and/or classroom), so it's worth it for me to keep up just for that.

Still, I always will have a lot of cognitive dissonance about the blog. I sort of live in fear that some of my smart Juniors will find it and start spreading rumors about it, and then the whole school would know. Or that someone higher than me would find it and I'd get in trouble, or worse. I mean, like I said, I'm not embarassed by anything I write here, and think I'm a pretty good advocate for Baltimore City Public Schools, but you never know what someone could do. With that in mind, I'm taking this me-me from Unicycle's blog, and break one of the rules of blogging that I've had for myself over the years: not to write about blogging. Well, I am.

1) Are you happy/satisfied with your blog�s content and look?
I don't really care too much about how it looks. I'd love to be able to design something that looks like school a little, with my own epiphanyinbaltimore.com site (I really like the look of A History Teacher's blog), but have just a little bit of knowledge about html and even less about ftp-ing and hosting (people have tried helping me, but I'm just an idiot about this, seriously). So, I'm content with blogspot, simply because it's so easy to use. As for content, I'm generally satisfied. I'm sure I've had my share of a few hundred clunkers over the last 6.5 years and several thousand entries, but that's the nature of the beast.

2) Does your family know about your blog?
No. They would definitely find it strange.

3) Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
Sometimes, I do. I get really personal in here sometimes, though not as much as I used to (but they're all there, too). I try not to censor myself, but definitely do. However, I can be kind of quiet in real life, and this allows people a chance to get to know me better. It's the place where I'm more honest than I am anywhere else. And I've got to admit, if people know I have a blog, I want them reading - it seems strange not to. So, I go through weird stances about this. I don't like to talk about what I write, usually, but I like some sort of acknowledgement. Sometimes.

4) Did blogging cause positive changes in your thoughts?
I credit blogging with a lot of things. When I started this thing, I was a 22-year old college senior, uncertain about the future and pretty unhappy. I weighed over 300 pounds and had quite a lot of issues with depression. Through the years, I began to rely on this writing to review my day and plan my thoughts for the next day. This regularity helped me a great deal. I can't give all the credit to blogging, but the year I started blogging, I also started working out regularly, and I started student teaching, and started taking my classes more seriously. My life began. And I believe it still helps me. It doesn't control my life or anything, but I like that this sounding board is here.

5) Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or do you love to go and discover more by yourself?
I don't read that many blogs, to be honest. A few local blogs, a few teacher blogs, a couple political blogs. I just don't have time, and most blogs are blocked at work, where I occasionally need the mind-wander break.

6) What does a visitor counter mean to you? Do you like having one on your blog?
I think it's most interesting to find how people find the site. Lately, quite a few have come from the PBS Discussion boards because of a post I made about a year ago about Boys in Baraka. A few months ago, my blog was listed on the AOL Digitalcity Guide for Baltimore, and I get quite a bit of hits from there every day, and that's kind of cool. My blog was featured in a slightly misinformed article about weightloss blogs, and a few people find the site from there every day. In all, I usually get between 250 and 300 hits a day during the week. Back in the heyday of this blog (when I refused to call it a blog, in fact - it was a journal... and sort of still is), I usually got around 500. But I think the blog revolution has died down a bit, or else people just get sick of my whining or something. So, I guess you could say I'm interested in counters, but only check it every other day or so.

7) Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?
Strangely enough, I know what most of the bloggers who I read look like.

8) Admit it. Do you think there is any real benefit in blogging?
Well, I've raised some money for good causes, so there's something. Writing makes me feel better sometimes. It's made me some friends.

9) Do you think that bloggers' society is isolated from the real world or interaction with events?
It's somewhat connected. I try not to get too into any one aspect of it, though. For me, it's really an online journal.

10) Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it�s a normal thing?
I take criticism pretty personally, probably because I put so much of myself out there on the blog and generally believe I portray myself to be a pretty good, hard-working person who readily accepts his flaws on it. Most people are pretty nice, though. And I realize that part of putting myself out there is accepting criticism.

11) Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
I love Crooks and Liars and Andrew Sullivan. That's about all that I read.

12) Were you shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?
Uh, not sure what that was about.

13) What do you think will happen to your blog after you die?
I've actually considered going through blogbinders.com to have a hard copy of this. Maybe that will be my one-decade-of-blogging gift for myself (which occurs in April, 2011). I occasionally have some delusions of grandeur about the blog's place in my life - "I'm writing an ongoing memoir", that sort of thing - but I don't really believe it. Honestly, after I die 80 years from now, hopefully I won't have thought about blogging for a long, long time.

14) What song do you like to hear? What song would you like to link to on your blog?
The current soundtrack of this blog:

1. "List of Demands" by Saul Williams
2. "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by U2
3. "Tennessee" by Arrested Development
4. "Bridge Over Troubled Water", the cover by Johnny Cash
5. "Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen
6. "All That You Have Is Your Soul" by Tracy Chapman (the live track from the Bridge Street compilation)
7. "Bust a Move" by Young MC
8. "Will You Be the One?" by Melissa Ferrick
9. "Black Tornado" by Dan Bern
10. "Living for the City" by Stevie Wonder
11. "Heart of Gold" by Neil Young
12. "Sing Out" by Cat Stevens
13. "My Enemy" by Juliana Hatfield
14. "What More Can I Say" by Jay-Z (but mashed with "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" on the Grey Album)
15. "Over the Rainbow" by Amos Lee (no, not the Judy Garland song)
16. "We Can Make It Better" by Kanye West
17. "Mathematics" by Mos Def
18. "American Girls" by Homie (Weezer)
19. "In Indiana" by Brenda Kahn
20. "Trouble" by Ray Lamontagne

Another Saturday night...

I worked from 8am-5pm today. The Saturday Brunch shift has been a rare one for me to work in the three years plus that I've worked at the restaurant, so I can't say if today was a strange one or not. But it felt like it. There was no one from 8-10:30, then a couple tables came in before 12:30, and then it was steady from about one o'clock until five. What felt like it was going to be a long day without much money turned out to be a long day with about $75. Not terrible, I suppose, and $75 closer to paying my car off and thus $75 closer to quitting the second job. I've decided that's what I'm waiting for, which is pretty much what I've always been waiting for.

I made some tentative plans to get together with some friends in Fells Point tonight, but I was tired when I talked with them, and they didn't call back, which was fine. I guess I felt like just sitting around. I've been pretty wiped out lately. Watching the game without sound in a smoky bar rather than in my relaxing living room wouldn't have been any more fun, especially since I wouldn't have been with other Tigers fans. On Thursday, when the Tigers come to Baltimore for a 4:05 game, I'll be attending with people from the Detroit Tigers Internet Discussion Board, so that should be pretty fun.

In other news, the Tigers followed up their 17-2 victory yesterday against the Orioles with a 2-0 victory today. It's so nice to sit back on the couch and watch the games for a change rather than sit at the computer.

I really want to see Half Nelson, and am tossing around the idea of going to a midnight show tonight at The Charles. However, I might be too tired. I have Inside Man waiting downstairs to be watched, and I've wanted to watch that for a while now and finally got it in the mail today.

Tonight would be a great night to have a girlfriend. However, considering that the last attractive young female teacher at the school that I thought I might have a chance with - after striking out with the several, as they all had significant others - had a diamond ring on, I have come to the conclusion that there really aren't any single women in Baltimore anymore. And you know that first date from a few weeks back? The one that went so well? Uh, there's this, uh, "trip to Alaska" and I'm beginning to think that it was just an excuse.

Goodbye to a Great American

This week, I was especially sad about Richards' death. What a great American she was, the very personification of the American Dream. Cancer took her quickly and robbed us of another ten years of hilarious political commentary on CNN. Too bad. It's also too bad she didn't win re-election in 1994. Richards' loss to Bush is a textbook example of how even a popular politician can be beaten if the opposition mobilizes its base and effectively splits the independent vote. Bush and Rove convinced many Texans that Richards was soft on crime, despite dropping rates. They also claimed she wanted to take guns out of the hands of Texans. Actually, all she did was veto the Concealed Carry Bill, which would have allowed people to carry guns inside public establishments without the owner's permission, which makes perfect sense to me. That combined with the fact that Bush rode the coattails of 'Contract with America,' a movement that rallied anti-government trolls that usually sat out mid-year elections. Too bad.

It would have been nice to have been able to hear Bill Clinton's eulogy today. Maybe someone will YouTube it.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Sorry Orioles fans...

I know my Tigers are up 9-0 to you right now, and I feel a little bit bad, but we really need this game. Heck, we need to sweep. Our magical season has gotten ugly in a hurry, and we need to get ourselves right. I'm hoping you're our medicine.

If it helps, I think Hayden Penn is going to be real good someday. As a Tigers fan, I've suffered through much worse than you all have (come talk to me after six more years of losing), and part of that suffering involves watching talented young pitchers struggle - because the toil does bear fruit, eventually. Just ask Jeremy Bonderman, Mike Maroth, and Nate Robertson. However, Justin Verlander missed the memo that you're supposed to suck your rookie year; he's been awesome all year and will probably win Rookie of the Year.

Speaking of Bonderman, I'll trade you him and Monroe and a prospect for Miguel Tejada, if you want. I think it would be a great deal for both of us.

Of course I think highly of you

This kid is one of my favorite students of all time, and I'm sorry to say that I made him upset yesterday. He did a crummy job on his essay outline, then got a 'C' on his reading quiz, then came to me after school to talk about it. I was disappointed that he hadn't done any additional work with his crummy outline, and I told him so, then told him that I was disappointed that he seems to be more concerned for his extracurricular activities than English class. Finally, I asked him - I thought, lightheartedly, because that's how our relationship is - if he had transformed into a 'C' student this year after being an 'A' student (and a grade grubber, but in a good sense) in the 9th grade.

This was his e-mail to me yesterday evening:


Hi, (inBaltimore),

I was taking some time to let what you sad really internalize into my psyche about me being a C student. You remember that I had your English class in the 9 th grade (when you thought highly of me) and I had the drive that would get me striaght A's. That drive has never left. Although I have joined several clubs that I am unfortunately obligated to, I would think that you would still consider me an A worthy student, though I got ONE C in you class for a test that was not fair. I would hope that our previous clas time together 2 years ago has earned me some level of respect and consideration. I will ahve my thoughts on the paper to you as soon as possible.

I hope you think of me as highly as I of you,

(Grade Grubber)


We talked today and we're fine. He really is a great kid. Not brilliant, but works his tail off. He's overextended right now, though, and I told him so.

Thank god it's the weekend

I just feel like a steamroller has run over me. This week has been a beast.

I can never, never again work at the restaurant on a weeknight. My schedule is simply too demanding this year. Yesterday, I was at school from 7am until 4:40pm, then hightailed it down to Fell's Point so I could work from 5pm-11pm and make $35.

This is on top of the usual stay-at-school-until-7pm-or-later schedule I've been keeping up so far this year. I'm just working my butt off, and I don't think I can keep up the schedule and need to figure out some coping strategies.

Today, I withdrew from the usual Friday afternoon at Brewer's Art Happy Hour in favor of staying at school to grade some more. I just thought about how horrible it would be to come in on Monday morning and have all those stacks of papers and books staring me in the face when I went into my classroom. So I stayed until 6, and finished grading a whole bunch while I listened to the football game outside my window. I feel much better now about school, but don't feel like doing a thing tonight. I'm just going to wait until 7, hope and pray that the Tigers/Orioles game is on network television, and watch baseball tonight. If it's not on TV, I think I might have to go out somewhere and watch it. I need me some baseball tonight.

I need a massage.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

More Boys of Baraka

I think Boys of Baraka is airing on PBS right now, because this week I've gotten a ton of hits from people searching for information on the Baraka boys. My blog has been linked a couple of times on a PBS Discussion Board and many are finding my review of the film, seen here, and many are leaving comments or sending e-mails. It's all very moving and I hope something - anything - can be done about about the state of education in urban areas around the country. While I have some issues with the movie, mostly stemming from knowing one of the kids and how he ended up, the filmmakers still did a great job of depicting the starkness of the choices that Baltimore youth face. There are a few good choices for high schools, maybe a couple for middle school (but they rely on lotteries or geography), and a couple good elementary schools. Yes, scores are rising, but the facilities are terrible, the teacher turnover rate is extreme, and the red tape stemming from North Avenue, the state of Maryland, and NCLB is often unmanageable.

And me, I often remind myself that I'm lucky to be teaching where I am. Every time I go to a graduate course at Towson, I hear stories of teachers in Anne Arundel County or Baltimore County who are required every day to read from a script every single day, and have a note put in their file if they are off-pace on any certain day. Me, I get to plan my own units and develop my own lessons. There's no script. If I had it any other way, I wouldn't be a teacher. I tell stories in my graduate classes about administration pretty much leaving me alone and parents looking to help instead of criticize, and my classmates look at me like I'm teaching in a utopia.

Yet I have 36 kids in my 9th period and only 35 desks. In my 8th period, I have 35 kids. My student load is 174 right now, spread across five classes, so my average class size is well over 30. If you look at her blog (she's another Baltimore teacher), you'll see she has 52 kids on her role for one class. How does that even happen in this nation? How are we allowing this to occur? It's criminal.

That's why sending kids over to Baraka worked for a bit. It's too bad it didn't do more. The kid featured in the film that I know, I haven't heard where he is this year. I'll probably see Montrey at a football game this season, or a basketball game in teh winter, and I'll ask him how he is. The two kids that I taught from the Baraka Program are now Seniors; I taught them both as 9th graders. They were in the last group to spend both years in the program before the program shut down, and they look back at the experience fondly. They'll be fine in life; both are nice kids, both average to slightly above average students, both are athletic and natural leaders. Both, you can tell, are crying out for some male influence at home, but that's a problem with a lot of kids that I teach.

So, has my opinion changed since the film? No. I still feel that the film was "moving, even devastating, and frustrating, even infuriating." One of the comments suggested I watch the film with the directors' commentary, and I'll do that when I get a chance; perhaps it will shed some light on some of the problems I had with the filmmakers' narrative. But I'm certain it won't do anything to assuage my anger at a system that fails our kids so mightily, something I see portrayed not only in the devastation of the film, but also every day in my classroom as I gaze into the eyes of 36 hard-working, bright kids who are jam-packed into a classroom that would comfortably seat just 25 and doesn't even have enough desks.

So, what can you do? And this is for all the new visitors to my humble little blog:

1. Donate some money to programs like the Baraka program. Here's a good place to start.

2. Write to your congressman and insist on a repeal of No Child Left Behind. While it has (some) good intentions, it's unfunded, meaning that already cash-strapped school systems must pay to administer tests. And the tests dumb down kids, forcing them to focus only on the state tests, and not social studies, art, music, even recess.

3. Be a Big Brother or a Big Sister. Volunteer. For good reason, BCPSS makes you jump through some hoops to be a volunteer with the youth, but we definitely need them. I remember when we had a Writing Center after school for kids a couple years ago until the money dried up. Kids went there with their essays, and trained peer tutors would work out the ideas of the essay with them. A teacher left, and now that's no more - and everyone's loads have gotten considerably larger since then and no teacher has taken up the mantle again. I'd love to, but I'm already leaving at 7 or 8 most nights.

4. Start insisting on an Amendment to the Consistution guaranteeing Equal Education to All. The Equal Education Amendment is something I'd love to see sometime in my lifetime, something that really makes the American Dream attainable for all and not just those born into good school systems.

I'm just thinking off the top of my head here. But also remember that it's so easy to get frustrated with American education, and there really are great things that happen in the schools every day. Today, I had six students stay with me until after 5pm, working through their essays. They came up with daring theses linking Aldous Huxley with Anne Bradstreet, and we problemetized them together, and made sure the arguments didn't have holes. They were excited and rapt. Another pretty low level kid I have, I make him sit with me and read after school. He's reading Of Mice and Men and actually laughing out loud as he reads. Do you know what a higher level skill that is, to find humor in something as you read? It made my heart sing that he was that into the book, because he had worried me in the course until that moment. Now, I know he'll be fine.

And we didn't have to send him to Baraka. What that was, though, was a small group of kids after school. Do something about class size, funnel some more resources into the city schools, and maybe options in Baltimore might be better.

Mostly a good day

It was one of those days when everyone needed me, when I had 26 kids in my room the second after 9th period ended, before anyone had a chance to leave. It was a day of rushed copies, tense moments, quick quizzes, disheartening meetings, sea monkey births, and See You Next Tuesday literary conversations(*) in the hallway.

Yup, mostly a good day.

(*) Sweet Nneka stopped me, all excited about having read the first Act of Death and the Maiden, and literally asked me, in front of God and everyone else in the hallways, "I know you said it was a really bad word, but I still don't understand. What exactly is a 'cunt'?" She'd never heard the word before, and it appears in the play - not in the literal sense but in the 'call-a-person-a-nasty-name sense.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Who is that dork grading papers at the Orioles game?

Yes, I was that dork sitting out in center field under the scoreboard tonight, grading papers at the Orioles game. I realize this doesn't win me any cool points, but I graded 67 link paper outlines, and it really was a great night - the weather was beautiful, and being at a baseball game is always a lot of fun. I only spent $2 on a scorebook, and just sat there and imbibed the sights and smells while getting quite a bit of work done.

I only did it because I don't really care about either team. You won't catch me with my nose in a stack of papers on the 21st, when my Tigers come into town for their makeup game. That's actually going to be pretty exciting, because it's also the date of the big protest of Orioles management.

I'm going to hit the, and I see that Cardin is beating Mfume, 44.7% to 37.1%. Oh well. The party establishment apparently got who they wanted. Maybe Mfume can rise up again when Mikulski decides to retire. She will be 74 in 2010.

Orioles, Voting, Canoes, Death, and the YMCA

1. I'm going to the Orioles game tonight. I haven't been to many games this year, and I'm trying to figure out why. The Orioles have stunk since I got here, so it's not because I'm tired of them not being very good. I've never been known to let losing affect whether I root for a team or not. I think it's because the Tigers are doing so well this year, and every time I go to an Orioles game it means missing the Tigers game. Tonight, my eyes will be pointed mostly to the scoreboard to see if the Tigers can escape their funk.

2. Voting went fine for me. After seeing how the Senatorial candidates were laid out, I'm more convinced than ever that Cardin will win; his name appears first on the ballot. Of course, it's because it's done alphabetically, but his name definitely gravitated to the front of that particular screen. I really, really hope that Mfume wins, though. Cardin is just more of the same old, same old. Maybe Mfume's get-out-the-vote effort will be stronger than anyone anticipated and he'll be victorious.

3. It took me forever to discover it even though it's just around the corner, but The Red Canoe is becoming one of my favorite places. So friendly, with great coffee, and I've had the spinach-and-cheddar muffin for breakfast three times in the last two weeks.

4. I put $570 worth of theater tickets on my credit card this afternoon for my planned field trip in November. If something happens, I'm screwed, but I was worried that it would be sold out if I didn't do something. Since I chose Death and the Maiden primarily because it's being performed in Baltimore this year, I felt I needed to make sure nothing happened with the field trip.

5. I'm now a new member of the Harry J. Weinberg YMCA at Stadium Place. I joined over the weekend, when they had the free joining fee, and went for the first time today for a real workout. It didn't work out. I've forgoteen just how out of sorts it is to first join a gym. I twaddled around for fifteen minutes, looked for someone to help me with their electronic Fitness system, found no one after several minutes of looking, and then left to work out at Bally's. I've not given up, and will go back tomorrow morning. I'm now a member of both Bally's (which is now around $15/month for me now that I've been a member for three years) and the YMCA (which is $39.99/month, but with no contract), meaning I'm spending $55 on gyms. I'll drop one of them if it's clear I'm not using one of them. Since I'm taking classes at Towson and go to Trader Joe's so often, it makes sense to hang onto Bally's, but it makes sense to join the Y since it's so close to work and home. Even at that combined price, it's still cheaper than if I were to join a fancy-smancy place like the Merritt downtown.

It's the Primary

It's Election Day here in Maryland.

Very interesting Democratic Senate Primary to fill Paul Sarbanes' old seat. In one corner, you've got Ben Cardin, respected Congressman for years, who votes right on most of the issues (including having the foresight not to vote to allow the War). In the other corner, you've got Kweisi Mfume, former Congressman and former head of the NAACP. Both are liberals, and both always have worked well across the aisle.

I'm voting Mfume, mostly because I want a ballsy liberal in the Senate. I want someone who would have stood up in that opening scene of Farenheit 9/11, when all the black congress members were begging any US Senator not to okay the election in 2000. Mfume wouldn't have. I think Mfume will provide some leadership to younger Senators, like Obama. I believe you've got to vote with your heart in the Primary, and that's what I'm doing with Mfume (especially since he's the riskier vote, as his matchup against Steele - the Black Republican Lietenant Governor - is much closer than Cardin vs. Steele).

But this is the Election in my voting career where I'm happy with either candidate. Both Mfume and Cardin are solid, ethical men. The winner will face Michael Steele in the General Election in November.

It bothers me that the "party establishment" sort of handed the election to Cardin to early on. Cardin has raised a lot more money, making Mfume's solid chance today even more impressive. Go Mfume!

I'm going to vote now. And hopefully this will be Schaefer's last election. I'm going Franchot.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Relighting the flame

This summer, in addition to taking envigorating Masters in the Art of Teaching classes, I did a lot of reading of some of the masters of my discipline: Carol Jago, Jim Burke, Kelly Gallagher. Their ideas both humbled and inspired me. I thought about how fresh I would feel coming back into the school year, armed with all these great ideas. I even allowed myself to believe I could someday write my own book about the teaching of English - something again to Jago's ...In the Classroom series (which, so far, have boasted Alice Walker in the Classroom, Nikki Giovanni In the Classroom, Langston Hughes..., Sandra Cisneros..., and Julie Ann Cofer...). Mine would be Ernest Gaines or James Baldwin, two of my favorites to teach.

Alas, I'm getting off track. Armed with all these fresh ideas, I felt so ready. Yet, I feel myself slipping into old habits. Over the weekend I poured my heart into a unit for Death and the Maiden for my juniors that I think is one of the better documents I've created as a teacher. At the same time, for my sophomores, I assigned the same at-home questions for reading Of Mice and Men that I have before, every year. The unit is solid, but my day-to-day activities will probably get to be rote by the end of the week.

I've forgotten nearly everything I read over the summer now that I'm embroiled in the marathon school year. There's very little time for reflection (in fact, you're pretty much seeing it every night - that's what blogging does for me, lets me have the little bit of reflection that I get every day). I feel like I'm too busy to really do much else. I've got 173 students this year, and the grading load is significant, and I don't really feel like I know any of them yet. It's a stressful place to be in, especially when it feels like the lessons aren't as inspired as they could be. All I know is that this year I am working very hard, but not very efficiently.

Here in Baltimore, they use the schools as polling places on Election Day, so there is no school tomorrow. I'm still going to head into my classroom and try to bang out a few hours of grading and planning. That will make me feel better about things. Right now, after a decidedly mediocre day, I'm in need of that.

Five years later

Five years ago, I was into my second week of teaching. After first period, a flighty someone came in the English office and asked, "Did you known we've been bombed?", but I figured it was something minor. I was too busy planning the Anne Bradstreet poetry lesson I had on my hands to think much else of it.

We heard more and more about it throughout the morning. Details became more clear. The kids were dismissed at 11:54 am, and the kids actually cheered when they were dismissed. No one really knew at that point. They made teachers stay until the regular 3:15 dismissal time, a move I still see now as very myopic.

Then I went home and, in a fog, watched the coverage on television with my roommates. It was harrowing.

What I wrote that day

What I wrote the day after

Both of these pages are still widely googled. My thoughts on it are pretty inaccurate - "I think it's a mistake that we're blaming the middle east. It's the same mistake we made with the Oklahoma City bombing... It's my gut feeling that it wasn't bin laden. It might just be wishful thinking because we've had our eyes on the guy for five years, and if it was him, then we're in trouble..." - but raw and real.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

And now... the r-r-rest of the story, the American Literature edition

On Friday, my kids did an activity in which they ranked #1-8 who determines what "literature" is. Among the choices were educated readers, college professors, writers, the general public, critics, publishers, and booksellers (sorry, I didn't include "Oprah" in the list, even though I probably should have). It blossomed into a cool little discussion, which I hoped would commence our study of literature this year.

During the debriefing portion of it, I gave them a fact shrouded in a cool little story that I tried to tell Paul Harvey-like.

"Once upon a time," I said, "in around 1977, a young, little-known writer read a book she really liked, that spoke to the writer in a way that no other book had before. The book was out of print, and the writer looked up the author, and discovered that the author had died so poor that a headstone wasn't even provided for the grave. The writer decided to try to locate her grave, and did, buying the dead author a headstone. She later recounted her actions in a famous article for Ms. magazine. After that article, the book that intrigued the writer so much started gaining notoriety. It forced its way back into print, and began getting taught in historically black colleges or by feminist literature professors, then later by public universities and, finally, in high schools. The name of that article in Ms. magazine? "Searching for Zora," named after Zora Neale Hurston. That book? Their Eyes Were Watching God, now considered one of the greatest novels of the 20th century and a novel taught in the majority of American high schools, including this one, as part of the American Literature canon. You all read it last year. So, that was a writer, then university professors, and, of course, later Oprah determining what 'literature' is."

I swear, you could hear a pin drop, then a girl said, "Wow, that was a cool story!" (I swear I'm not making that up), and I felt like I had done my job, especially for 9th period on a Friday.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Pierogi, pierogi, pierogi

The Baltimore Ukrainian Festival is pretty much just food and drink and music, and not much else. However, the weather was beautiful today and a steady stream of people flowed through all afternoon and evening. It would have been great to work an eight-hour shift there, people-watching and schilling Polish food. As it was, though, I worked thirteen hours, and now am very sore and tired. But it was still fun. I got to work with beautiful young girls from Poland and Russia, and my boss insisted we take shots of strange Polish liquor near the end of our shift.

I work at a place that serves what is widely considered the best pierogi in Baltimore. At least City Paper says so. Yet, I never have them. My food of choice at my restuarant is hriby dip, and amazing Czechoslovakian mushroom dip. Or the almond encrusted snapper. But never pierogi.

Today, I reminded myself why. I think I eat my fill every Ukrainian Festival, enough to last me for the next year. I sold hundreds of pierogi today and probably ate half that.

I kid, I kid. But hyperbole aside, I ate pierogi for all three meals today, as well as for snacks in between. I consumed so many calories of pierogi today that I've budgeted myself for two workouts tomorrow. I consumed so many that I am considering making myself vomit.

But I won't. I'll probably have nightmares about pierogi, though.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Five points

1. It was a long, long week, and it was only four days long. Every day until today, I was at school until 7, and last night was an 8:30 night. So I guess I deserve to be tired.

2. Today, I decided I really want to go to the NCTE conference (National Council of Teachers of English) in Nashville this November. It costs a few hundred to go, though, not including travel and hotel expenses. Still, it seems like something I should do as I try to become more and more of a professional at my job.

3. Along with two other colleagues, I'm set to speak at the conference. But it's looking more and more like funding will not occur, so I'm not sure if my colleagues will be going. Or, heck, if I'm going. I'm certainly not rich. But I still want to.

4. Every Friday afternoon, we go out for Happy Hour. Usually it's Brewer's Art, but today we switched it up and went to Thirsty Dog. I hadn't been in a while, and I just fell in love all over with that place again. I also got a cute girl's number. Not a bad night.

5. Tomorrow, all day, I'll be selling pierogi and holushi at the Ukrainian Festival in Patterson Park. I'll be making five bucks an hour, tax free. I'm actually excited about it, though. I get to wear a ball-cap, t-shirt, and shorts.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Names

One thing that is a bit foreign to me is students who are annoyed when you pronounce their name wrong at the beginning of the school year. Even if it happens a few times, it still seems such a silly thing to get upset over, and I cannot stand it when I get any attitude about it.

My eastern Eruropean, ethnic name is difficult to pronounce, or at least people think it is when they say it and try to do all sorts of strange things with it, but I just find it amusing. In fact, if I had a name like "Smith" or "Bates" or something, I think I would have missed out on quite a bit of humor this year. So it mystifies me when people get upset over it.

I usually don't. I think kids see me try and struggle with names, and I'm usually a friendly guy about most everything so they cut me some slack. I've had some edges of attitude this year about learning names - "I'm never going to tell you my name again after today" a girl said, without enough of a smile - and then I remind them that teachers learn 173 new names all at once and it might take a while.

I have one kid this year - his first name is Muslim, and it's Sulaiman. I trip over his name - embarassingly - every class, and sometimes even find myself avoiding calling on him. This is pretty silly, as he's a real friendly kid, saying, "Oh, just call me Sulay," but I really want to learn his real name. But even now, my tongue is tripped up trying to say it, even when I don't have 37 pairs of eyes looking at me. It's like I have a mental block. This is especially bad because it's World Literature, and a lot of what we're learning is about learing other cultures, and I'm feeling like my inability to pronounce his name could be seen as xenophobia or something. (Actually, one of my smarty-pants kids actually said this last time I was tripping over his name... "What are you, xenophobic?")

Today, Nneka, who is quickly becoming one of my favorites this year, came into my classroom and described for me how she got into an altercation with a colleague-friend of mine earlier that day over the mispronouncement of her name. She was having a bad day, she explained, and felt like he was "too sure" about how he said his name. "That is not my name," she told him, and felt guilty about it all day later. I told her that she should go apologize, and she laughed, and said that the teacher made it worse by escalating it, and I stopped her and told her to go talk to him.

I didn't think she was going to, but she came back up to my room after "Welcome Back" night and said, "You know, I went to Mr. ____'s class just now and apologized. I wasn't going to, I wanted to go home, but I thought to myself, 'Mr. E asked me to do it, and I like Mr. E this year, so I thought I would.'"

She laughed, and I laughed, and we talked about her essay, and that was it for the night.

Welcome Back Night

The clean, antiseptic, bleach smell in the boys' bathroom across the hall from my classroom baffled me. They cleaned the bathroom? Really? Then it struck me: they're getting ready for Back to School Night. They don't want the parents to see that the bathrooms are usually cesspools without any soap.

And so it was. Fourteen straight hours at school, lots of talking to parents and saying the same thing over and over again. It was nice, though. Lots of good folks. But I'm beat, and it's amazing to me that I have to be in tomorrow in roughly ten hours, and if I don't finish the thirty essays I've got sitting next to me, then my students will be disappointed and I won't have a homework assignment (revision) for them over the weekend.

Tomorrow, we are having a class debate about the American Dream. I assigned them roles and they're armed with quotes. It should be fun.