"Summer in the City", oil, by Liza Hirst |
Sunday, July 31, 2011
AN A+ FOR GOODNESS
Saturday, July 30, 2011
A STOP ON A BIKE RIDE
"Bike in the Park", oil, Susan Cox |
to the rocks
as it rolled along,
a breeze seemed
to break out in song,
and a few quiet thoughts
came comfortably along
to let me see
how lucky I was,
how loose and wild,
like wheels on a bike
on back roads.
Friday, July 29, 2011
SETTLING
"Summer's End", acrylic, by Fawn McNeill |
Thursday, July 28, 2011
ON THE MOUNTAINTOP
"Zion Late Afternoon", oil, by Becky Joy |
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
GOOD STUFF
In baseball circles, “good stuff” refers to a pitcher’s ability to throw a ball at very fast speeds, but in my English classes it refers to the gift all kids have to create ideas that positively burst across the room. I’ve seen it in every student I’ve taught – the wonderful flair for saying things that throw a new light over a discussion, sort of like a brief spread of sunshine on a misty day. Of course, this kind of thinking – this good stuff – sometimes hides for days and even weeks in some kids, but it never fails to suddenly surge out at odd moments. The most silent and insecure students have, on occasion, made statements during discussions that shined a fresh brightness over the class, as if some new scholar had suddenly appeared among us, when it was really just one of the kids coming on with the good stuff of wisdom.
Monday, July 25, 2011
MARVELOUSLY MADE
Not long ago a friend was speaking about a dresser she saw in an antique store, saying how it was so “marvelously made”, and later, I mused about how marvelously made all of us are, including my young students. It’s easy and commonplace to marvel at the machines our society produces these days – the computers, the miraculous cars, the colossal planes that somehow ascend above us – but what about the human machines that make miracles each second of their existence? What above these boys and girls that get fresh ideas by the dozens in my classes – ideas that may not be made-to-order for the lesson I happen to be teaching but that nonetheless are minor miracles? What about the students’ feelings that flow unceasingly and in unlimited fullness throughout every class, and that transform their inner lives moment by moment as surely as oxygen transforms their bodies? What about the words they place in essays, words that, as simple as they might be, can brighten a teacher’s day as he reads them? These essays, these words, these feelings and ideas, these young students of mine – these are truly marvelously made, more, in my mind, than any dresser sitting in a store
Sunday, July 24, 2011
THE WAYS
When I think about it, I realize that I taught for many years with the notion that there was basically one way to do just about anything in the classroom, but now, after four decades of teaching, it’s clear to me that, on the contrary, there are an infinite number of ways, and all just about equally effective. I sometimes think of sunshine, and how it spreads its light in countless patterns across the earth, all of them special and handsome in their distinctive ways – and can’t we say that all sincere approaches to understanding a short story are, in surprising and perhaps hidden ways, equally wise? Or the rain as it falls in numberless rhythms and speeds: is it more beautiful at one moment than the next, and is one student’s halting but honest attempt at an essay assignment less inspiring than a whiz kid’s creative masterpiece? I guess what I’m saying is that all students who try their best build a kind of masterpiece of one sort or another, and I need to stay alert to the curious and sometimes strange splendor of their work. To me, the way of the natural straight-A student is no more magnificent than that of the dutiful but stumbling C student. There are a zillion kinds of success and a zillion ways to get there, which is precisely what makes living – and teaching – such an adventure.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
MAKING FREEDOM
It’s good for me to give some thought now and then to the freeing aspect of English teaching. We’re all fond of freedom, including my fidgety teenage students, but too seldom do I consider the ways that freedom can find us as we work our way through my curriculum. It’s freeing, for instance, to simply see something in a written sentence that you didn’t see before, or to set words side by side in a refreshing way, or to listen to a student speak about a poem with force and wisdom. Each of those small, daily occurrences can bring a bit more freedom to our lives that so often seem small and restricted. In that fashion, English class, as run-of-the-mill as it might be, can set my students and me free in small but distinguishing ways.
RETURNING AND REST
"Resting in South Pasture", oil, by Debra Sisson |
Strange as it sounds, I sometimes think my main job as an English teacher is to help my students discover how to return, and how to rest. Returning and rest, in a sense, are the keys to learning anything, for it is only by returning, again and again, to the subject matter that we make it a part of ourselves, and only by resting in the center of each new understanding do we discover its true depth and breadth. Returning and rest is the opposite of restlessness and bustle: by quietly returning to a poem again and again and resting, without mental struggle or anxiety, in its various meanings, the student settles the mind and meets with fresh intuitions. Dashing ahead with never a glance back or a breather is the way of reckless students, whereas constantly coming back again and taking a break inside a topic or concept creates students who save what they learn for years to come. Realizing this, I sometimes stop my students in their tracks. I say, “Let’s reread this page, slowly and with special treatment. Lets rest for a few moments inside the meaning of the words.” They usually sigh and seem to be saying, “Oh god, can’t we please just move on?”, but my task is a simple and special one – to show the students the power and pleasure of revisiting and taking a respite among good words.
Friday, July 22, 2011
THE LIGHT SHINES
"The Shapes of Sunrise", oil, by V...Vaughn |
Thursday, July 21, 2011
STRENGTH AND GLADNESS
"Prairie School", oil, by Don Gray |
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
IN QUIETNESS AND CONFIDENCE
It might seem a stretch to compare one of my 9th grade English classes to a workout at the gym, and yet I am striving to build a certain kind of strength in my students – a strength that’s very much connected to quietness and confidence. It’s a shame that strength, these days, is so often associated with noisy bravado – with bragging and boasting and singing your own praises – when, to my way of thinking, true strength constructs a quietness that’s far more remarkable than clamor and horn-blowing. I want each of my students to develop an inner power that produces quiet confidence, the kind that sometimes creates a strange calm in classmates, as though just sitting next to this student settles you and sets you up on a mental hill. The quietness, perhaps, comes from knowing that what you know is nothing compared to the vast expanses of knowledge in the universe, and therefore you might as well relax and appreciate the sheer smoothness and lightness of all this nonstop knowledge. I hope my students come to discover that knowledge is not really something to struggle for or labor after, but that it’s more like a current in a quiet sea, a current that can easily carry them to incredible places and create a confidence that’s way stronger than shouts and chest-poundings
Sunday, July 17, 2011
HIDDEN GIFTS
This morning, toward the end of a restless, almost sleepless night, the thought came to me to good-naturedly watch for the good that will come from this spell of insomnia, and I began thinking, later in the morning, that this is excellent advice for a classroom teacher. Halfway through my wakeful night, I was not thinking positively about my tossings and turnings, nor do I usually see the bright side of the various misfortunes that take place in my teaching. Just as I desperately wanted to fall into a sound and soothing sleep, in my classes I want a steady dose of success, and I grew just as frustrated with my sleeplessness as I do with any malfunctions in my lessons. However, toward morning the odd thought came to me that perhaps this nighttime wakefulness has some blessings for me. Perhaps, I thought, I should quietly wait and watch for the good that’s been given by these hours of missed sleep. It was strange to think that what seemed like sheer misery from midnight to morning might actually be a bequest from the vast universe just for me – a generous bestowal to use as I see fit. I’m waiting and watching (no signals as of yet), and I hope to be able to do some similar waiting and watching when things fall apart in my teaching next year. Who knows what gifts might be disguised as a disastrous lesson?
Saturday, July 16, 2011
GOOD FORTUNE
"Monarch", pastel, by Karen Margulis |
While he was smiling
at his good fortune,
a butterfly unfolded its wings
with what seemed like courtesy,
camped on a modest blossom
in a neighborhood nobody
cared much about,
a quiet, careful place
in Connecticut,
a small spot
on our carefree
and picturesque planet.
Friday, July 15, 2011
TIDINESS IN FLOWER GARDENS AND ENGLISH LESSONS
"Spring in the Garden", oil, by Pol Ledent |
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
THE INIFINITE RANGE OF THOUGHT
"Wheatfields 2", oil, by Liza Hirst |
Sunday, July 10, 2011
EVER-CHANGING CLOUDS AND KIDS
"Building Up in Montana", oil, by Mary Maxam |
Saturday, July 9, 2011
THE MIRACLE OF THOUGHTS
I used to not believe in miracles, but over the course of my many years in the classroom I have come to see them as almost commonplace, especially when it comes to thoughts. After all, isn’t a single thought – the appearance, out of the blue, of an idea – a true miracle? We’re sitting somewhere, perhaps sipping a 7up or saying something special to a friend, when presto, a thought comes to us as if on a breeze from the back of beyond. We know nothing of where it came from or why, just that it’s here with us and shaping our life a little differently. And these mysterious helpers – these powerful forces we have named “thoughts” -- come to us some tens of thousands of times each day! I often think of this during a 9th grade English class, when it would be easy to see dullness and tedium instead of miraculousness. It helps me to remember that, at any given second of any class, dozens of brand new thoughts are being born – thoughts that no thinker has exactly had since thinking began. What greater miracle is there, really, than the birth of something as fresh and strong as an idea – and it happens in a non-stop way in my classes. It may be an idea like “It’s a beautiful day outside”, or “I think I’ll call Jimmy tonight” or something more extraordinary like “I finally understand this poem”, but whatever form it takes, an idea is a darting signal of change in a person’s life: our minds are made over ever so slightly by each and every infant idea, every smallest miracle of thought.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
TEENAGE STRESS AND COMPASSION
Stress in our lives can actually lead us to live more compassionately, an odd fact that I will ask my students to occasionally consider next year. The kids in my classes are usually carrying significant loads of unease and angst as they make their way through teenagedom, and it’s my guess that they have never considered the positive aspects of this stress – never realized that their toil and trouble can make them more aware of their membership in the vast, worldwide family of fretful teens. If they could step back a bit from their personal worries and get a more distant perspective, they might be able to picture the millions of other anxious kids in the world, and thus might be able to breathe a sigh of reassurance in the understanding that they are not alone. Indeed, the feeling of being alone – of being the only kid in the world who feels weighed down by stress and disorder – is the real burden, and if I could help lift that burden off them – help them realize they have brother and sister teenage sufferers all over the world – perhaps I would be a slightly better teacher. My job is to teach English, true, but my students are people with powerful feelings, and they will learn literary terms and comma rules better if they know they’re not alone in sometimes feeling bulldozed by pressures beyond their control. They will still worry, but they will worry, I hope, with more compassion for their countless worrying comrades around the world.
Monday, July 4, 2011
THE SPACIOUSNESS OF LIFE
Yesterday, my friend who is facing some serious pain and fear told me he is trying to see the genuine spaciousness of life. He said he realizes now that he has always thought of life as being small, cramped, and confining, but he has a strong feeling, these days, that he’s been completely mistaken. He has a feeling – and it has often come to him during this recent time of pain and fear – that life is not only not small or cramped or confining, but that it is, in fact, infinite – that it knows no boundaries, no start or finish, no limits of any sort. He told me he sees himself, sometimes, as if he is floating in an endless sky – no bottom, no sides, no top – and that the small life he has always called “his” – even the pain and fear -- is actually like a breeze in this endless sky, swirling effortlessly, coming and going and passing by in the immeasurable spaciousness of life, always with ease and properness. He said it’s a feeling unlike any he has ever had – a feeling of absolute naturalness and assurance.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
TWO ANCIENT AND WISE TEACHERS
A friend is facing some pain and fear, and I’ve been deeply impressed by his attitude toward these enemies all of us have faced. Actually, he told me he tries not to consider them enemies, but rather simply as conditions that have come along in his life – conditions he can’t avoid and may as well try to get to know and understand, and – who knows –maybe even appreciate (his words). He tells me he tries to think of the pain and fear as teachers, and he says they might be the best teachers he’s ever had. He says he’s even, in a strange sort of way, grateful for their presence in his life, for he’s spent many years in -- as he puts it -- a closet of anxiety and closed-mindedness, and this pain and fear might force the doors of his life wide open. For one thing, he thinks it might open him to a greater awareness of the pain and fear that billions of people are feeling at any given moment. His situation, as he puts it, will make him a member of the vast community of sufferers on our planet. He says he has high hopes for his journey with pain and fear as he looks ahead to what he will be learning from these ancient and wise teachers.
As he embarks on his “adventure of learning” (his words), I plan to stay close to my friend, for I have a feeling he will, in turn, be a wonderful teacher for me.
As he embarks on his “adventure of learning” (his words), I plan to stay close to my friend, for I have a feeling he will, in turn, be a wonderful teacher for me.
ENJOYING A DRIVE THROUGH A STORM
Fortunately for me, I seem to be learning how to drive through stormy weather with a fairly comfortable attitude, and I’ve also grown more comfortable with the storms that occasionally swirl through my classroom. The coming on of clouds and showers used to take the fun out of highway driving for me, but I’ve learned to let the storms show me their magnificence more than their menace, and a similar change has happened in my teaching. Tough times come to any teacher – poorly planned lessons, little misbehaviors here and there, a thorough feeling of monotony among the students – and I’ve slowly learned that leaning into these obstacles is better than resisting them. There’s something striking about a storm descending across a road, if only I can open myself to it, and the same is true of the trials that sometimes test the wisdom of every teacher. When a lesson loses momentum and makes me feel like a failure, I can try my best to bring my attention to the strange aptness of it all – the fact that it happened, the fact that something else will happen in the next moment, the fact that suitable mysteries will continue to happen forever. Finding a certain fascinating properness in storms on highways or collapses in the classroom is not easy, but I’m learning to do it – and am learning to relax and smile more in the process.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
TEENAGE RIVERS
"Mighty Mississippi", oil, by Kristin Grevich |
Friday, July 1, 2011
WATCHING OUR THOUGHTS PASS BY
"Bluebonnet Stream 3", oil, by V....Vaughn |
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