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Month: June, 2012

The Cycle

It’s been a busy week, what with the end of the school year and the impending due date of my daughter (which was yesterday: still waiting!).

Today is the first day that I don’t need to go in to school.  Summer hasn’t quite sunken in yet; it always takes me a few days to get into the groove.

I attended graduation last Thursday, and watching those kids stride across the stage every year, staring toward their nebulous futures, I get to thinking about many things.  One is always how much I love my job.  I am privileged enough to be able to work with some of the finest students in the world on a daily basis (except during summer: yet another perk to this profession).  I get to be a part of their lives for a brief moment, and I hope that I am a positive influence.  And, in turn, they are a part of my life for a brief moment.  They move on, and I stay in the same place, waving at them as they head off in a hundred different directions.

And in the fall, I have another one hundred and thirty kids who will spend the next ten months with me.  It is a challenge–that is for sure.  Yet it is also the most rewarding experience.  Not to disparage other subject-area teachers, but being an English teacher is unlike any other job: I am able to get a glimpse into how these people work, what they love, what they hate, what they want from life; I am able to watch them create, using words that come from their heads, worlds on the paper.

I do not measure a year from January to December.  My year is from September to June.  Summer is lovely–my favorite season–but there is a little part of my heart that looks forward to the fall, to the start of a new year with fresh faces and worlds to be created.

Book Recommendation

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Song of the Day

“Handle With Care” by Jenny Lewis

A Shoe A Day… Day 28

Book Recommendation

Ironweed by William Kennedy

Song of the Day

“Quelqu’un m’a dit” by Carla Bruni

Book Recommendation

Homeboy  by Seth Morgan

Song of the Day

“Violins” by Lagwagon

The Journey v. The Destination

  For better or worse, I am an American, raised by Americans raised by Americans, back and back.  When people ask me what my cultural background is, I tell them that I am American, and their inevitable question is, “Yeah, but where is your family from?”  Ask my grandmother and she’ll tell you that I have ancestors that came over on the Mayflower.  Aside from being a Native American, that’s about as American as it gets.

  I say this not out of sense of pride for my background.  Quite the contrary.  I say it only to establish that my culture is the American one.  I am a dissident in many ways, and much of what I see in my culture appalls me.  If I mentioned all that does, I would be writing a novel of a post.

  Instead, I will focus upon the attitude that my culture has about product over process.

  What I mean is this: rather than focusing upon the process of completing a goal, we tend to focus upon the end result, mostly ignoring what it took to get this result.

  I am a teacher.  There are plenty of examples of this pervasive attitude reflected in our education system.  Many kids are so focused upon grades–since that is what will help get them into college–that they will do whatever it takes to get the grades they desire.  Parents are no better.  Most often, they ask about their children’s’ grades and not their work ethic.  As a nation, we favor standardized tests as the assessment tool to give us an idea about our students’ educational ability.  But tests are a poor judge of how successful our students will be.  They require little work and a child can do fairly well with little preparation.

  This attitude is also evident in our medical system.  Doctors are quick to prescribe medicines as a quick fix.  Our medical industry is primarily diagnostic rather than preventative.  That is, we treat health problems rather than stressing preventing the problems before they arise.  I can’t say I entirely blame doctors.  People wait until there is something evidently wrong before seeking help.  I see plenty of billboards advertising gastric bypass procedures and the like.  This is a prime example.  People weight–I meanwait–until they are morbidly obese to attack the problem.  Diet pills and expensive procedures could be entirely avoided by not gaining the weight in the first place.  It seems small, but gaining five pounds a year over twenty years equals a weight gain of one hundred pounds!

  I see this attitude represented in many more areas of our society; the list is a long one.

  It’s well beyond time for us to begin stressing the process of things rather than only the product.  It is the process that makes us strong, that allows us to hone our skills and grow.  If we fail to teach our children this, we will have a lot of pretty buildings that will collapse under the slightest pressure. 

  Let’s work on our foundations.

Book Recommendation

Redwall by Brian Jacques

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