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I swear to God…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2010 by Mike

…if John Krasinski (“Jim” from “The Office”) is cast as Captain America I’m going to kill someone. Probably myself.

Just thought I’d put that out there.

Those who can’t…?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on February 26, 2010 by Mike

There are many times I feel like I’m not a very effective teacher.  I don’t feel I’m particularly innovative – I tend to stick to what I’m comfortable with rather than try more “creative” approaches, particularly when I roll my eyes at these ideas that are suggested at conferences or staff days.  Many times I’ll think an idea’s too cheesy, too touchy-feely, maybe too “non-academic”, and I rationalize that my students would see right through me and not buy into something I’m not buying into.  And there’s probably some truth to that (still rationalizing), but also there’s the thought in the back of my mind that perhaps I’m short-changing my students by not venturing outside my comfort zone.

I’ve often wondered why students connect with me.  It hits me how little I know about my students outside of my classroom, and it makes me wonder how much I actually care about them.  I mean, I feel like I care about them, but then I find I’d be hard-pressed to find a student in my AP class I KNOW is involved in, say, band.  I don’t go to most extra-curricular activities – an occasional soccer or volleyball game, but never football, never dances, though I do enjoy being at the after-prom bash – so I’m a teacher in a room, to be honest.  But then there’s this: I don’t envy the teachers who do all those other things, but I sure as hell admire ’em for it.  It’s just not for me, is my attitude.  And sometimes I think that’s a terrible attitude for me to take.

So why do I teach?  I love reading and talking about literature.  I love writing (but find every reason under the sun not to write – making me wonder how much I really love writing).  Developing a passion for reading and writing among my students has been my stated goal ever since I decided to pursue it.  Everything else about high school, for me, is secondary. It’s trivial.  End of story.  And I have fun doing what I do, and I think most of the time my students are having fun, too.

But many days I wonder if what I do in my classroom is actually teaching.

I’m scared to death that what I’ve got going on here is more a “cult of personality” rather than teaching. I’m the eccentric English teacher who collects action figures and has the well-decorated  classroom. I’m the guy who bucked the system and wore a jacket with jeans on days other than Fridays. I’m the guy who tells them how much of a joke the TAKS test actually is, and that they shouldn’t worry about it. Yes, my students are having fun in here, and they’re doing well on the AP exams and their TAKS tests, but how much can really be attributed to me, and how much am I dependent upon my students’ teachers who came before me?

I don’t know that I want to know the answer to that one.

“Jacket Trumps Jeans” is kaput…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on February 17, 2010 by Mike

I had written on a previous blog (now deleted) about the creation of “Jacket Trumps Jeans Thursday”; the post is reproduced here to give some background for today’s comments:

At every school I’ve ever taught (three, for those keeping track), the faculty dress code has stated that jeans are only to be worn on Fridays. Something about being professionals, yada yada yada. This means the other four days I’d be stuck wearing khakis and either a knit shirt or long sleeve button down, and most of the time here in Texas it’s too damn hot/humid to wear the long sleeve shirts, and even if I wear one it means that the shirt will have to be ironed before it gets worn again (I don’t actually iron – I take my shirts to the cleaners). Lately, though, I’ve been lazy: since I’ve accumulated enough staff shirts of a variety of colors, I’ve just been picking out a pair of khakis and one of the shirts and, voila, I’m set for work.

But dammit if that didn’t make me feel like a slacker. And my khaki pants were constantly getting worn out because I hate trying to match shirts with non-khaki colored pants, and I’m always confused as to what color shoes should be worn with navy slacks.

But then, a few years ago, my father-in-law gave me a tan corduroy jacket for Christmas (you know, the kind with patches on the elbows that your English professors in college wore). I loved it, but rarely wore it because 1) the heat and 2) I didn’t want to wear it with khaki pants – too much khaki color.

But it looks great with jeans.

So last year I occasionally wore the jacket with jeans on days other than Fridays. No one said a word, unless it was a compliment on how dashing the jacket made me look. This started the wheels a-spinning and some other teachers at the school would go for the same look (and they DID look dashing!).

This year, though, those same colleagues and I have made it official: we all (okay, there’s about 5 of us, but the group is growing) have decided to wear jackets with jeans on Thursdays, under the belief that the jacket makes up for the informality of the jeans, and anyone looking at us would only see the rakish and dashing figure in front of him/her and not the slacker in jeans bending the rules.

Jacket trumps jeans, people. Join us.

Now, however, the powers-that-be here at the school have redressed our dress, they’ve put the kibosh on our habberdashery, they’ve stilted our style.  In other words, they sent out a politely-worded email reminding the staff that jeans are to be worn on Fridays only (and other designated days).

I am a bit disappointed.

Yes, I know we were breaking the rules as they are stated in the faculty handbook:

Teachers are expected to dress in a professional manner. Friday is a designated spirit day where casual attire is appropriate.  Blue jeans and staff shirts are acceptable and the staff is encouraged to participate in school spirit days as well.

…though, honestly, the above is not the most precisely written bit of prohibition ever produced (yeah, I  like alliteration – and parenthetical comments).  The expectation of “professionalism” is there, but the explanation of “professional” is not.

So the principals’ email (and my subsequent complaining to the English department) eventually led me to send another email to my compadres on the English staff attempting to initiate a discussion of what the expectations are of “professional dress” here at the school.  Jeans, it appears, are considered unprofessional attire.  But then again, we’re allowed to wear them on Fridays with staff shirts.  So we’re willing to forego a little professionalism in favor of comfort at the end of the week.

We’ve also traditionally been allowed to wear jeans on any day we happen to be giving school-wide exams, whether they’re final exams or the  TAKS test or the PSAT. So we can sacrifice appearance while we’re sitting at our desks bored to te- er, excuse me, actively monitoring the potential cheaters.  Also, the school encourages donations to a wide variety of charities throughout the year by offering the opportunity to wear jeans for a minimal pledge.  I often donate the money without taking them up on the jeans opportunity (an AP prompt – Question 3 – back in 2007 led me to this practice).

Combine these unofficial policies with the school’s acceptance of wind-pants  as allowable classroom attire for coaches  (and I’m not saying coaches shouldn’t be allowed to wear such clothing; it would be a hassle to have to change clothes from one period to the next), and the handbook’s policy with regard to jeans is, in my opinion, questionable.

I suppose my real beef is the thought that jeans are inherently informal.  To illustrate, while in college I knew of professors who occasionally wore jeans while instructing their classes (many English instructors seem to be big believers of the “Jacket Trumps Jeans” idea, in fact).  Didn’t effect my learning.  Also, most Sundays I see men at church dressed in jeans, and the idea that it is improper never crosses my mind.  Probably not God’s, either.  I suppose one might argue that the parishioner is not in a leadership role (i.e., the pastor) and therefore it’s not the same, but I’d argue that the respective ethos (ethii?) of a pastor and teacher and the relationship between those leaders and their adherents is also not the same.  Whoa, digression.

Then again, maybe my real beef is that the policy is an unnecessary rule for adults who are professionals.  Can we not trust teachers to show some discernment in what they choose to wear in the classroom? And can we agree that the high school classroom is not the same arena as a law office, a doctor’s office, or even a paper supply company? The clothes we wear can affect our credibility; I understand this.  But I’m not arguing that we should be allowed to wear jeans willy-nilly.  I am arguing, however, that how we present ourselves to our students goes well beyond what type of pants we have on.

So, my daughter was in a fight yesterday…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 11, 2010 by Mike

Picked up my oldest from piano practice yesterday and when she came walking toward the car I could tell she had had a bad day: head down, shoulders a bit slumped, not quite making eye contact with me when she did look up.  She got in the car and I asked her what happened, and she almost immediately started tearing up and said she and another little girl got in trouble for fighting on the playground.

Pressing her for info., she told me the other girl was the instigator (my word, not hers); said this girl was calling her names and then pushed her.  My daughter pushed back (which, as she described, seemed to be the two of them grabbing at the other’s hands and shoving).  After this, my daughter told me the girl slapped her.  Somehow all this happened without an adult seeing anything.  My daughter tells me she didn’t hit back.  Back in the classroom, the teacher talked to both of them and the other girl said that my daughter hit her, too.  Not much came of it, just a note in her folder, but my daughter did have some consequences at home.  I hope the other kid’s parents do the same.

Beyond the consequences, we also talked about making the right decisions – walking away, telling a teacher – but she has two parents who have been known to exhibit tempers, so I can’t blame her too much for retaliating when pushed (I’m inclined to believe her side of the story).

Gotta say, though, seeing my daughter crying about this and then telling me she got hit made me want to go to the school and find the little girl who did it, yell at her a bit, maybe shake her a little (and I suppose this illustrates my point about her dad’s temper). But that would be wrong, of course.

Years down the road, though, when that girl gets to the high school, I’m going to fail her on principle.

Whose common theme is death of Samcats…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Mike

One morning a week or so ago I was driving my oldest to school when she announced rather out of the blue,  “I miss Sammy.”   Sammy, or Samcat as I referred to him, was my first cat who had been with me since 1996 (well, I had one for a few months prior to Sam, at least until my parents stole him). My wife and I  had to put him down about two years ago when he developed a brain tumor, but prior to that he had been a one-person cat (me) who regularly bit anyone else who attempted to pet him.

So it was a bit of a surprise when my daughter made her announcement, as we now have three much more tolerant cats roaming our house, including a long-haired tabby named Finn (my vet-wife tells me he’s  a tabby.  I’m convinced the Super-fuzz is at least part Maine Coon).

Have you seen this cat? He's AWESOME.

I admit, I didn’t know quite what to say.  At first I just wrote it off to her being a bit dramatic, but then we started talking  about what was fair and what wasn’t.  She seemed to think that Sam’s death was unfair as he didn’t live as long as one of our current cats, who is about 13 or so.  We got around to talking about how life isn’t always fair in things like that, and I mentioned that we could say the same thing about people, too.  Ended up trying to point out that “fair” and “unfair” aren’t really the correct words, but that’s a common point of contention with her these days (“Why do you get a big coke and I get a small one, Dad?  That’s not fair.”).  By the time we got to the school, though, I think her thoughts of Sammy had been lost in anticipation of the school day.

But I still think about him  and our conversation.

The English teacher in me wanted to bust out some Hamlet on her, to be honest.  “Tis sweet and commendable, Tina, To give these mourning duties to Samcat…” etc., etc., but it would have been lost on her (as it is my students…sigh).  And those are the villain’s lines – I hadn’t planned on playing the villain against my daughter until she started dating.  But despite the fact that they’re Claudius’ lines, who has a very definite reason for desiring Hamlet to stop thinking about his dead father, there’s also a lot of truth there, commenting about the necessary cycles that life holds (a common theme to the play, in fact).

The late, great George Carlin recognized this truth in perhaps something else I could have said to my daughter: “Life… is a series of dogs […] You just keep getting a new dog, don’t you? That’s what’s good about them. They don’t live too long… Sometimes, you can get a dog that looks exactly like the dog you used to have. Right? You shop around a little bit, and you find a dog identical to your former dog. And that’s real handy cause you don’t have to change the pictures on your mirror or anything. Right? You just bring the dead one into the pet shop. Throw him up on the counter and say, ‘Give me another one of them. That was real good.'”

So was Samcat.

Samcat

My new blog…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 4, 2010 by Mike

Every time I start a blog (this will be my fourth attempt to get it “right”) I’m reminded of some words from F. Scott Fitzgerald: “The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something.  He writes because he has something to say.”

My past attempts at blogging, in retrospect, have been attempts to force myself to say something, whether it was about movies and pop culture, or considering my last blog, a spectacular failure of an attempt to write about the daily goings-on of my career as a teacher.  Looking back on those entries, I think I managed to sound like I hated what I do, which is ridiculous.  I can’t imagine NOT teaching.  But it’s not something I apparently have  a lot to say about.

This blog, I hope, will be more successful, as it’s not going to attempt so specific a focus.

God, I hope I have something to say.