There is a magic to writing. It is something I have to do, need to do, want to do. I’m just not sure...I am not sure why it is? It has been that way for a long time. Maybe I inherited it from my mother? It could be that the story just must get out or it could be something else. So often I don't know where I am going when I start and that's the magic part. It just comes out. Robert Frost said, "I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering." The fascinating part is that it wouldn't have come out, been magic, if I hadn’t starting writing in the first place. I often wonder how many things or great stories go untold for want of a writer to tell them?
I have always thought it amusing that so many experts spend so much time mulling over what they think the author might have been trying to say when the author didn’t know that himself/herself until after having written. What’s more important is what does the text mean to you?
Becky gave me a new journal for Christmas in 1980. My first one was full so it was perfect timing. It is full of interesting details about our lives in the early 1980s. Sometimes I clipped a newspaper article or wrote something on a loose piece of paper and stuck it between the pages of a journal. Coming upon them now as I read the older journals is a great discovery.
One of those pieces of paper in this journal has a list of the elements of writing on one side and on the other side an interesting musing:
“The songs and poems bring to mind a thousand thoughts as they pass by. I think I must rise out of a protected childhood. One rich with positive experiences and very little, if any, bad experience, at least as far as my home life is concerned. My parents accepted and encouraged me no matter how bad I did in school. Somehow, they instilled in me a sort of persistence that doesn’t recognize failure. It’s kind of a “not knowing when your beaten” attitude that has carried me through many experiences. As I look back on many of those experiences now I wonder why I just didn’t give up. The same attitude has probably gotten me in more trouble than I needed, too.”
I don’t know what led up to me making this personal discovery at that time, but I am glad I wrote about it. It seems very true for me, even today. That is not the case with everything I find in the old journals. I have clearly moved on from some things. I guess the goal of writing at anytime is to tell the truth, as you know it.
Writing is a forced meditation about a topic and I think it is through that meditation that the discoveries come. Reading is a meditation, too, but just not as intense. Your mind can actually wander when you are reading and still not miss much of the text. That is not true of writing. If your mind wanders when writing your writing usually wonders with it.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Finishing Up the First One
80s08 Finishing Up the First One
My journal entry of May 13, 1980, says I had my school physical and the doctor said I had high blood pressure. He also said I was an “extremely likely candidate for a double hernia." That was 28 years ago and I had bilateral hernia repair last August. Wish I would have had him do it then.
I am still in my first journal and need to move on to the rest of the 80s. It just means I am leaving out a lot and can come back and write about this stuff another time.
This first journal is full of reflections about my teaching and planning for next year. It ultimately had a tremendous impact on me as a teacher and as a person, I think, too.
I painted four houses that summer along with teaching junior high summer school. We continued to sell nightcrawlers and I took a three-week archeology course at Toolesboro. We camped there and one night there was a severe storm. We were lucky to get through it. We were in our camper and stayed dry but the other tents were torn out of the ground by the high wind.
Angie and Heather will remember that as a hot stormy summer. I am not sure whether they enjoyed the camping and archeology or not. My parents, Don Young, Claudia Streeter and a few others came to visit us during that dig. I found it very enjoyable and hope to do it again sometime. That course allowed me to advance to BA plus 15 on the district’s salary schedule.
That fall I taught a writing course at the minimum-security prison on Saturday mornings. When I read all the stuff I was doing I think I must have been nuts. By fall I was taking care of Ernie Hayes swimming pool, painting the trim on his house. I was still on the Hope Haven Board and on the Session at church.
That fall I did a session on writing across the curriculum at the state social studies conference in Des Moines. It got rave reviews and an article in the Iowa Department of Public Instruction Newsletter. I was thrilled! For several years after that I was quoted several times. The best compliment, though, came a few years later at an English conference when the presenter passed out my article as an excellent example of what can be done with writing across the curriculum.
Oh, yes, I was still teaching adult Sunday school and teaching full time and, believe it or not, driving a school bus from time to time. I drove it for my own field trips and for the district to transport teachers to the AEA Fall Conference in Burlington.
This journal is full of diatribes about issues that I thought were important, prayers about hopes and dreams and ordinary ramblings. It is hard to categorize much of it. I wonder what my children and grandchildren will make of it someday. No doubt, they will think I was a raving lunatic. Odds are I will be long gone by then so I guess it doesn’t matter.
You are nothing if not a story. It’s up to you how good that story is.
My journal entry of May 13, 1980, says I had my school physical and the doctor said I had high blood pressure. He also said I was an “extremely likely candidate for a double hernia." That was 28 years ago and I had bilateral hernia repair last August. Wish I would have had him do it then.
I am still in my first journal and need to move on to the rest of the 80s. It just means I am leaving out a lot and can come back and write about this stuff another time.
This first journal is full of reflections about my teaching and planning for next year. It ultimately had a tremendous impact on me as a teacher and as a person, I think, too.
I painted four houses that summer along with teaching junior high summer school. We continued to sell nightcrawlers and I took a three-week archeology course at Toolesboro. We camped there and one night there was a severe storm. We were lucky to get through it. We were in our camper and stayed dry but the other tents were torn out of the ground by the high wind.
Angie and Heather will remember that as a hot stormy summer. I am not sure whether they enjoyed the camping and archeology or not. My parents, Don Young, Claudia Streeter and a few others came to visit us during that dig. I found it very enjoyable and hope to do it again sometime. That course allowed me to advance to BA plus 15 on the district’s salary schedule.
That fall I taught a writing course at the minimum-security prison on Saturday mornings. When I read all the stuff I was doing I think I must have been nuts. By fall I was taking care of Ernie Hayes swimming pool, painting the trim on his house. I was still on the Hope Haven Board and on the Session at church.
That fall I did a session on writing across the curriculum at the state social studies conference in Des Moines. It got rave reviews and an article in the Iowa Department of Public Instruction Newsletter. I was thrilled! For several years after that I was quoted several times. The best compliment, though, came a few years later at an English conference when the presenter passed out my article as an excellent example of what can be done with writing across the curriculum.
Oh, yes, I was still teaching adult Sunday school and teaching full time and, believe it or not, driving a school bus from time to time. I drove it for my own field trips and for the district to transport teachers to the AEA Fall Conference in Burlington.
This journal is full of diatribes about issues that I thought were important, prayers about hopes and dreams and ordinary ramblings. It is hard to categorize much of it. I wonder what my children and grandchildren will make of it someday. No doubt, they will think I was a raving lunatic. Odds are I will be long gone by then so I guess it doesn’t matter.
You are nothing if not a story. It’s up to you how good that story is.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Welcome Home Johnny
My February 16, 1980, journal entry makes a note that I should write about all the things that schools have taken over for parents and call it “Welcome Home Johnny.” I don’t recall exactly what led up to me thinking this was something to write about but I do remember thinking many times the parents and the general publics perception was that we should do everything for the kids.
The same problem is pervasive today. I remember hearing many people, even my parents commenting, “Why don’t they teach that in schools?” when someone came up short of what was expected of them. It could be anything from common courtesy to how to ride a bike, table manners, counting change, fire safety, or any of hundreds of other things. I remember feeling frustrated that it was impossible for teachers and schools to cover everything.
We added and continue to add things that need to be covered often, but nothing is ever taken away. Parents have abdicated much of their responsibility. We have to teach kids sex education because their parents don’t. The same is true with health education, nutrition, bicycle safety, stranger danger, how to behave in public, how to pay bills, and even how to wash their hands.
Every group from the National Rifle Association, to the Egg Producers (Also the pork, beef, turkey, and organic producers) to dentists, fire departments, police departments and every other group you can think of has their own curriculum they want taught in the schools. They are incredulous when we turn them down. They can’t understand why we wouldn’t want to take a few days and cover their pet topic. There is no denying that they may be important but there are only so many hours in the school day and the basic curriculum is difficult to cover in the time we have.
Even now a group that has something they want us to teach approaches me almost weekly. This week it was the fire department that wanted 6 days in the junior high program to teach a values based fire safety program and a Habitat for Humanity representative who wants the schools to teach a financial education program because he encounters so many people who don’t know anything about taking care of their money. Both are, no doubt, valuable but how could we ever work them in?
As a fourth grade teacher, I developed a systematic way of covering everything the district expected me to cover and documented it with a yearlong plan. I referred to it often to make sure I was about where I should be and then planned accordingly. It obviously annoyed me when things came up that disrupted that plan. Elementary people are schedule and clock driven and frustrated when things don’t play out the way they should. When I look at my old weekly lesson plans there are arrows all over the place indicating things forwarded to the next day or week. I tended to over plan most of the time.
If schools take over all the parent responsibilities maybe school is home for some kids?
The same problem is pervasive today. I remember hearing many people, even my parents commenting, “Why don’t they teach that in schools?” when someone came up short of what was expected of them. It could be anything from common courtesy to how to ride a bike, table manners, counting change, fire safety, or any of hundreds of other things. I remember feeling frustrated that it was impossible for teachers and schools to cover everything.
We added and continue to add things that need to be covered often, but nothing is ever taken away. Parents have abdicated much of their responsibility. We have to teach kids sex education because their parents don’t. The same is true with health education, nutrition, bicycle safety, stranger danger, how to behave in public, how to pay bills, and even how to wash their hands.
Every group from the National Rifle Association, to the Egg Producers (Also the pork, beef, turkey, and organic producers) to dentists, fire departments, police departments and every other group you can think of has their own curriculum they want taught in the schools. They are incredulous when we turn them down. They can’t understand why we wouldn’t want to take a few days and cover their pet topic. There is no denying that they may be important but there are only so many hours in the school day and the basic curriculum is difficult to cover in the time we have.
Even now a group that has something they want us to teach approaches me almost weekly. This week it was the fire department that wanted 6 days in the junior high program to teach a values based fire safety program and a Habitat for Humanity representative who wants the schools to teach a financial education program because he encounters so many people who don’t know anything about taking care of their money. Both are, no doubt, valuable but how could we ever work them in?
As a fourth grade teacher, I developed a systematic way of covering everything the district expected me to cover and documented it with a yearlong plan. I referred to it often to make sure I was about where I should be and then planned accordingly. It obviously annoyed me when things came up that disrupted that plan. Elementary people are schedule and clock driven and frustrated when things don’t play out the way they should. When I look at my old weekly lesson plans there are arrows all over the place indicating things forwarded to the next day or week. I tended to over plan most of the time.
If schools take over all the parent responsibilities maybe school is home for some kids?
Sunday, May 04, 2008
The First Few Months
There are things in the first journal I remember very well and there are others I don’t really remember. Some are so clear that it seems like they just happened yesterday and some seem to be from the ancient past. I occasionally come across things I have completely forgotten about as well as a few things I would like to forget.
My journal entry of December 6, 1979, says that my principal came to my room that day and said my top reading group was going too fast. I pointed out that they were scoring very high on all of the assessments and he agreed but suggested I do more of the extended activities with them. I only vaguely remember this but remember thinking it odd that I could get complaints when my kids were doing too well. I later discovered that the 5th grade teachers didn’t want us reading things that they wanted to cover in 5th grade so we should slow our kids down. Hmmmm…I still find that very strange!
His comments were followed by a pre-observation conference, his observation of me teaching, and the follow up conference after the observation are all in the journal, too. It was all very positive and I still have the documents related to it.
A journal entry shortly after that talks about how busy we are and how I plan to go deer hunting that weekend. In those days I hunted with my neighbor, Charlie Shappel and a group of guys. It was always interesting if not productive. It was during those days that it began to dawn on me how important storytelling was to everyday life. Just talk to a deer hunter if you want to find out what I mean. We hunted two days that weekend and bagged three deer on Sunday. I hoped to go back out on Wednesday. I don’t recall if that ever happened and there is no entry related to it.
Not long after that I wrote about being excited after being asked to do a district wide inservice on using writing in the classroom. I was elated about the opportunity to help other teachers recognize the power of writing as a teaching/learning tool. The same day I wrote about how I had students write directions to their homes from school. Many didn’t even know how to start. After they wrote them we tried to follow them on a big map. I shared mine first and quickly realized it needed some revision, too. All in all it was a rewarding experience that emphasized the importance of being specific and including details in our writing.
The last entry of 1979 tells about how busy Becky is getting ready for Christmas and wrapping up some Better Homes and Gardens parties and craft sales. I also comment on all the stuff she wanted me to do.
I was a new elder in the church at the time and was undergoing the elder training. I enjoyed the experience and felt I learned a lot.
My journal entry of December 6, 1979, says that my principal came to my room that day and said my top reading group was going too fast. I pointed out that they were scoring very high on all of the assessments and he agreed but suggested I do more of the extended activities with them. I only vaguely remember this but remember thinking it odd that I could get complaints when my kids were doing too well. I later discovered that the 5th grade teachers didn’t want us reading things that they wanted to cover in 5th grade so we should slow our kids down. Hmmmm…I still find that very strange!
His comments were followed by a pre-observation conference, his observation of me teaching, and the follow up conference after the observation are all in the journal, too. It was all very positive and I still have the documents related to it.
A journal entry shortly after that talks about how busy we are and how I plan to go deer hunting that weekend. In those days I hunted with my neighbor, Charlie Shappel and a group of guys. It was always interesting if not productive. It was during those days that it began to dawn on me how important storytelling was to everyday life. Just talk to a deer hunter if you want to find out what I mean. We hunted two days that weekend and bagged three deer on Sunday. I hoped to go back out on Wednesday. I don’t recall if that ever happened and there is no entry related to it.
Not long after that I wrote about being excited after being asked to do a district wide inservice on using writing in the classroom. I was elated about the opportunity to help other teachers recognize the power of writing as a teaching/learning tool. The same day I wrote about how I had students write directions to their homes from school. Many didn’t even know how to start. After they wrote them we tried to follow them on a big map. I shared mine first and quickly realized it needed some revision, too. All in all it was a rewarding experience that emphasized the importance of being specific and including details in our writing.
The last entry of 1979 tells about how busy Becky is getting ready for Christmas and wrapping up some Better Homes and Gardens parties and craft sales. I also comment on all the stuff she wanted me to do.
I was a new elder in the church at the time and was undergoing the elder training. I enjoyed the experience and felt I learned a lot.
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