As a history student, and now, teacher, the 1960s fascinated me. I always wondered what it would have been like to live at such a dramatic time.
Then, 2014 came, bringing with it a string of highly-publicized confrontations between law enforcement and Black Americans. 2015 thus far has brought riots in Baltimore, the tragic shooting at a Black church in South Carolina, and a growing movement to remove the Confederate flag. Today, July 14, 2015 also brought Go Set a Watchman. The controversy over the nature of the decision to publish this novel aside, I was excited to hear that in the midst of tension, violence and chaos not unlike that in the 1960s, the world would hear one more story from the same brilliant author who gave readers To Kill a Mockingbird fifty-five years ago. This was accompanied by a surreal feeling of becoming unstuck in time and place, a feeling that has not eased much having now read the novel.
Just to make it perfectly clear up front for any who may not have understood: Go Set a Watchman is not a sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird. At least, not in the traditional sense. It was Harper Lee's first attempt at a novel, and in response to editorial advice, Lee took a flashback scene from the book and focused on developing the characters in that setting, resulting in the beloved novel that spawned an Academy-award winning film adaptation, and has been mandatory reading for so many high school English students since then. Go Set a Watchman is that original manuscript, exactly as it was when Lee submitted it more than five decades ago. This means that the book that record millions have pre-ordered on Amazon and will soon read is the same book that publishers sent back with the advice that Lee expand the flashbacks into a full novel. This is Harper Lee's first attempt at a novel, even though it deals with familiar characters years after the events of To Kill a Mockingbird. This is an un-edited and un-polished copy of a beloved author's first attempt. Although the release of this novel doubles the list of her works to two, it is undeniable that Mockingbird was a masterpiece and that Lee learned quite a lot as she revised. All of this in mind, it is crucial that readers be somewhat gracious to Lee regarding some of the technical aspects of this book. I've already seen a few reviews criticizing the dialogue for rambling or becoming stilted in places, or criticizing the novel's resolution for feeling rushed. To these critics, I say "What do you expect? Harper Lee was a 30-year old first-time novelist, and she responded to an editor's critiques on this exact manuscript by writing one of the (if not THE) greatest masterpieces in American Literature!" It would be unfair for us to expect that same level of polish and brilliance out of her first attempt, especially considering that it has been published as-is, with no revision. By rights, we should never have seen this story. Yet, this is the story Lee set out to tell, and it's markedly different from the story she ultimately told in Mockingbird. And, I argue, it's the story that America needs to hear at this time, just as Mockingbird was the story America needed to hear then.
The themes of To Kill a Mockingbird are familiar to most Americans who can remember their 8th, 9th, perhaps 10th grade English class: childhood innocence; prejudice; integrity. The story was told from perspective of a six-year old Jean-Louise "Scout" Finch, and the readers were invited to see the world through her eyes.
The Jean-Louise Finch who we meet riding for a visit home to Maycomb on the train in the opening pages of Watchman is 26 years old, and has been living in New York. She finds herself torn between a deep affection and nostalgia for Maycomb on the one hand, isolation and disgust with the racial climate of her home-town on the other. In one particularly memorable scene, Jean-Louise attends a "coffee"--a social function hosted by her Aunt, and finds herself listening to three different conversations at once: married women with no children; married women with children; and unmarried women with no prospects. Lee humorously weaves this scene with snippets from each conversation, the image being this lonely young woman stuck in the middle, not feeling at ease in any of the social circles around her, a stranger in the town where she grew up.
Race takes on a more central role in Watchman than it did in Mockingbird, and I wondered as I read if Lee's sometimes heavy hand on issues that were at the time completely contemporary (Brown vs. the Board of Education; the NAACP; a burgeoning Civil Rights movement) played a role in her editor's recommendation. Before this manuscript came to light, I always thought it was a stroke of genius that Lee would comment on racism in the 50s and 60s by telling a story set several decades earlier, but it seems that this was not her initial intent. In any event, what was fresh and current when she wrote the book is now the stuff of U.S. History textbooks and is further removed from us than the Great Depression was from Lee... and yet, still painfully relevant. Through Jean-Louise, the reader feels the angry indignation of a society that seems slow to change. This resistance to change is embodied in none other than Atticus Finch.
Much of the buzz I heard around the novel in the days leading up to its release came in such tantalizing headlines as "Atticus Finch a Racist in Lee's New Novel"; "Watchman's Atticus Finch a Member of the Klan" and the like. The truth is far more complex, not nearly so black and white. Readers will be delighted to find the 72-year old, heavily arthritic Atticus every bit as wry, patient and gentle as he was in Mockingbird. At the same time, this is an Atticus who is concerned and even cynical about the NAACP's relationship to the Supreme Court, and who resists the expansion of the federal government into the lives of American citizens. This is also an Atticus who feels that government-mandated, rapid desegregation will be a disaster. Yet, it is the same Atticus who taught his children that to understand someone, they need to walk around in their skin; the same Atticus who defended Tom Robinson at great risk to his career and personal safety; the same Atticus who taught his children that it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. Atticus is who he always was, but the readers come away with a broadened perspective on his humanity, along with Jean-Louise. At one point, Jean-Louise's Uncle Jack, Atticus' younger brother, remarks that Atticus may not make many mistakes, but he does make mistakes, like anybody. Come to that, some of the comments Jean-Louise makes may seem backward and racially offensive to modern ears, even though she simultaneously rages against the backwardness she sees in her father--an effect Lee surely did not intend, but is surprisingly effective nonetheless.
It is in dealing with such disappointing, but relatable realizations about the heroes we hold dear that the novel comes to its central theme. As we watch Jean-Louise struggle with the recognition that her father--her idol, her watchman--is only human, we are invited to do the same, and while we're at it, to recognize our own flaws.
While this is written in a less sure, less accomplished hand than the one that told us the story of Jem, Scout and Dill so many years ago, the themes are poignant and powerful, and offer a call to agency in the face of injustice; agency in spite of our flaws and limitations; agency that deals graciously with others' flaws and limitations.
Along the way, Watchman offers a return to Maycomb at many different points in Jean-Louise's life by virtue of the flashbacks that so captivated Lee's editor. Like Mockingbird, this novel is filled with witty, lyrical scenes of small-town life; unlike Mockingbird, it is tempered with a yearning for days gone by and a feeling of not quite fitting into that small town. For this small-town boy who has lived in Tokyo for nearly a decade, such feelings hit close to home. Watchman also offers readers a unique and insightful perspective on Southern society at a time when the South seems to be the setting for the worst of racial conflicts in America.
While this is not (and should never be anticipated to be) the masterpiece that Mockingbird is, it is also a tremendous gift to the world and one that comes at a time when the gift is most needed. It is my sincere hope that this book, as with Mockingbird challenges its readers to examine themselves, and to have the courage to do what is right.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
A Year of Reflective Teaching
I fought to make the closing minutes on the final day of school last as long as I could. At about the same time that I had slumped down at my desk weary and frustrated a year earlier, I set out to savor all the teacher moments I could before the students would leave for the summer:
I helped a group of rising 11th graders track down summer reading in the library.
I sought out many of my students from this past year, now rising 12th graders, to thank them, and to wish them a wonderful summer.
I chatted and took a selfie with a group of rising 10th graders.
I said some difficult goodbyes to students who would not be returning to CAJ next year.
I received several beautiful letters from students that brought tears to my eyes.
When I left campus for the day, my heart was heavy, though for very different reasons than the year before. My heart was heavy because I had invested it so deeply in my teaching and in my students, and by stepping out the gates, I was admitting that time had to keep marching on. The deeper our love for something, the more difficult to let it go.
And yet, this same investment--my love for my job and for my students--was a source of tremendous joy throughout the whole school-year; joy that far outweighed the sadness I felt as I left campus--and the school-year--behind.
This year, I chose integrity. I taught in a way that was true to my identity. I was real with my students, and just as importantly, I was real with myself.
A vital component of that realness has been these regular reflections. Writing is, and has always been the means by which I process what is happening in my life, and this year, it enabled me to process my teaching in particular. Taking the time to reflect every week or every other week kept me accountable in my quest to teach with integrity. Regardless of the topic, my reflections brought me face-to-face with my priorities and practices, my strengths and my weaknesses. It led me to think deeply and intentionally about what I was doing in the classroom and spurred me to continually work harder, to invest more completely, to try new things, and learn from my mistakes.
Though this school-year has ended, my reflection will continue. I am satisfied with my curriculum, but I still have adjustments to make for next year, new resources to find, new activities and teaching strategies to brainstorm. I cannot simply repeat what I did this past year--reflective teaching requires a commitment to lifelong learning and personal growth. I am grateful for the summer vacation that now stretches before me, but deep down, I am already counting down the days until the next school-year begins. I pray that my teaching next year, too, will be characterized by integrity, and supported by earnest, ongoing reflection.
I helped a group of rising 11th graders track down summer reading in the library.
I sought out many of my students from this past year, now rising 12th graders, to thank them, and to wish them a wonderful summer.
I chatted and took a selfie with a group of rising 10th graders.
I said some difficult goodbyes to students who would not be returning to CAJ next year.
I received several beautiful letters from students that brought tears to my eyes.
When I left campus for the day, my heart was heavy, though for very different reasons than the year before. My heart was heavy because I had invested it so deeply in my teaching and in my students, and by stepping out the gates, I was admitting that time had to keep marching on. The deeper our love for something, the more difficult to let it go.
And yet, this same investment--my love for my job and for my students--was a source of tremendous joy throughout the whole school-year; joy that far outweighed the sadness I felt as I left campus--and the school-year--behind.
This year, I chose integrity. I taught in a way that was true to my identity. I was real with my students, and just as importantly, I was real with myself.
A vital component of that realness has been these regular reflections. Writing is, and has always been the means by which I process what is happening in my life, and this year, it enabled me to process my teaching in particular. Taking the time to reflect every week or every other week kept me accountable in my quest to teach with integrity. Regardless of the topic, my reflections brought me face-to-face with my priorities and practices, my strengths and my weaknesses. It led me to think deeply and intentionally about what I was doing in the classroom and spurred me to continually work harder, to invest more completely, to try new things, and learn from my mistakes.
Though this school-year has ended, my reflection will continue. I am satisfied with my curriculum, but I still have adjustments to make for next year, new resources to find, new activities and teaching strategies to brainstorm. I cannot simply repeat what I did this past year--reflective teaching requires a commitment to lifelong learning and personal growth. I am grateful for the summer vacation that now stretches before me, but deep down, I am already counting down the days until the next school-year begins. I pray that my teaching next year, too, will be characterized by integrity, and supported by earnest, ongoing reflection.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Becoming People of Justice
"Becoming People of Justice"
These were the words I had scrawled on a poster-sized sheet of paper on a rainy day last June; it was the last in a series of large sheets laid out on my classroom floor, but the only one with anything written on it. I was setting out to fix up my curriculum.
I knew I needed a theme through which everything else could be filtered, a goal toward which every unit and every lesson would build.
"Justice" had been one of several course themes that I'd used the previous year, but I don't think I'd referred back to any of those themes after the first day of class. They had been little more than construction paper decorations on the wall at the back of the classroom, pleasant but forgettable.
As I wrestled with the long list of course objectives and learning targets in my curriculum map, it became clear to me that "justice" was the unifying factor--a common tie that provided purpose and direction to the major understandings and skills of my class.
So I started with "Becoming People of Justice", and decided almost immediately that the final essay of the year would ask students to engage with what it means to be people of justice today. From there, I resolved to work backward and fill in all of the blank sheets with the units and learning experiences that would equip my students to address this question on a deep and meaningful level.
Over the coming weeks, my revised curriculum took shape with units focusing on such subjects as love, agency, stewardship and worldview.
When I talked my students through the syllabus on the second day of school in August, I let them know about the prompt for the final essay up front, informing them that it would be a synthesis of everything that they would study and write about in the coming year.
The essay needed to include 5 literary sources, 5 historical references, 5 Scripture passages, as well as a reference to the global issue that the student would have chosen by then to research for their Senior Comprehensive Project.
Though all of this seemed awfully distant back in August, the year passed by quickly and I now find myself nearly finished grading these culminating essays.
I do not think I could have chosen a better course theme--student buy-in was high, and as the year went on, they began to see connections to the theme of justice in nearly everything we studied. Just this week as I have held my final book conferences for Guided Outside Reading, I have been thrilled to hear students identifying justice and injustice in the works that they have read on their own, outside of class.
While there is, of course, always room for improvement, and I have in mind several changes to make as I teach toward this theme next year, I am so pleased with the level of thought and engagement that I see in the student essays that I am reading.
Here are just a handful of ideas that have come up in the students' writings:
"...true justice can only be built on a foundation of true love."
"Justice prompted by fear results only in heartbreak, hatred, and increased fear, for simply supplying for someone what that person “deserves” is never the correct option. Vengeance gives birth only to vengeance."
"The meaning of true justice is not to punish the oppressors, but to comfort and support the oppressed."
"I can’t just write about being a person of justice without actually following through with what I am saying. I will wear my cape, and I wear my symbol, and I am the one to choose to fly or not. And I do choose to fly, because justice is not justice if it’s not lived out."
"Author Lois McMaster Bujold profoundly wrote in her book, Diplomatic Immunity, that “[t]he dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them”, but I ask, “is it only the dead who are left without a voice?” In essence, what Bujold wrote could be broadened to imply that we need to empathize with those voiceless live souls against whom injustice is perpetrated."
"Persons of justice must be careful of such twisted views when striving to be impartial; however, they must also remember that they cannot remain neutral forever if they are truly seeking justice."
"Just as selfless people courageously take action to stand up for others, selfish people too often sit idle and wait for change to happen. To be someone that achieves justice requires a person to be an agent and dictate what they want to see happen."
"In this fallen society of mankind, a person of justice has the duty to view others equally without prejudice, to rise and take action to prevent injustice, and most importantly, to care for the vulnerable in order to impact the world for Christ."
These were the words I had scrawled on a poster-sized sheet of paper on a rainy day last June; it was the last in a series of large sheets laid out on my classroom floor, but the only one with anything written on it. I was setting out to fix up my curriculum.
I knew I needed a theme through which everything else could be filtered, a goal toward which every unit and every lesson would build.
"Justice" had been one of several course themes that I'd used the previous year, but I don't think I'd referred back to any of those themes after the first day of class. They had been little more than construction paper decorations on the wall at the back of the classroom, pleasant but forgettable.
As I wrestled with the long list of course objectives and learning targets in my curriculum map, it became clear to me that "justice" was the unifying factor--a common tie that provided purpose and direction to the major understandings and skills of my class.
So I started with "Becoming People of Justice", and decided almost immediately that the final essay of the year would ask students to engage with what it means to be people of justice today. From there, I resolved to work backward and fill in all of the blank sheets with the units and learning experiences that would equip my students to address this question on a deep and meaningful level.
Over the coming weeks, my revised curriculum took shape with units focusing on such subjects as love, agency, stewardship and worldview.
When I talked my students through the syllabus on the second day of school in August, I let them know about the prompt for the final essay up front, informing them that it would be a synthesis of everything that they would study and write about in the coming year.
The essay needed to include 5 literary sources, 5 historical references, 5 Scripture passages, as well as a reference to the global issue that the student would have chosen by then to research for their Senior Comprehensive Project.
Though all of this seemed awfully distant back in August, the year passed by quickly and I now find myself nearly finished grading these culminating essays.
I do not think I could have chosen a better course theme--student buy-in was high, and as the year went on, they began to see connections to the theme of justice in nearly everything we studied. Just this week as I have held my final book conferences for Guided Outside Reading, I have been thrilled to hear students identifying justice and injustice in the works that they have read on their own, outside of class.
While there is, of course, always room for improvement, and I have in mind several changes to make as I teach toward this theme next year, I am so pleased with the level of thought and engagement that I see in the student essays that I am reading.
Here are just a handful of ideas that have come up in the students' writings:
"...true justice can only be built on a foundation of true love."
"Justice prompted by fear results only in heartbreak, hatred, and increased fear, for simply supplying for someone what that person “deserves” is never the correct option. Vengeance gives birth only to vengeance."
"The meaning of true justice is not to punish the oppressors, but to comfort and support the oppressed."
"I can’t just write about being a person of justice without actually following through with what I am saying. I will wear my cape, and I wear my symbol, and I am the one to choose to fly or not. And I do choose to fly, because justice is not justice if it’s not lived out."
"Author Lois McMaster Bujold profoundly wrote in her book, Diplomatic Immunity, that “[t]he dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them”, but I ask, “is it only the dead who are left without a voice?” In essence, what Bujold wrote could be broadened to imply that we need to empathize with those voiceless live souls against whom injustice is perpetrated."
"Persons of justice must be careful of such twisted views when striving to be impartial; however, they must also remember that they cannot remain neutral forever if they are truly seeking justice."
"Just as selfless people courageously take action to stand up for others, selfish people too often sit idle and wait for change to happen. To be someone that achieves justice requires a person to be an agent and dictate what they want to see happen."
"In this fallen society of mankind, a person of justice has the duty to view others equally without prejudice, to rise and take action to prevent injustice, and most importantly, to care for the vulnerable in order to impact the world for Christ."
"What is it that makes us human? We are born with a basic set of morality that is blurred, twisted, and deformed by the society we grow up in. But no matter how old we get we can still feel guilt. That’s what makes us human."
"A wise man once said “True love is an act of the will - a conscious decision to do what is best for the other person instead of ourselves.” (Billy Graham) This explains why being selfless is such a noble and just act! To be selfless means to make a conscious decision."
"Although it may seem impossible to make a difference in a world with millions of people, we should always be looking out for opportunities to help others in big or small ways. We are gifted with the opportunity to do good in our lives."
"I find that when we fight, we hear only our voice, when really there is always someone too quiet to speak up that needs help when even they may not know it."
"Ideas of right and wrong are continuously changing, but there is a basis for which we can look to for an answer that will not change. The values that are found in the Bible, do not change due to the time period or society’s view."
"We see how so many humans beings have been lied to about their safety, along with the safety of their environment. We have been taught to praise technological developments before we even consider the fact that we actually might be doing more harm than good. Rachel Carson, author of Silent Spring changed this thinking for people through her writings. In her book about the hazards of the pesticide DDT, Carson brought to light the fact that we, as humans, often overlook the damage that our developments might have on life."
"Linda, from the book, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, first did recognize the need for justice, as she realized that slavery was wrong. 'I had not lived fourteen years in slavery for nothing. I had felt, seen, and heard enough, to read the characters, and question the motives, of those around me. The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered'. She realized, and she used that realization to feed her decision to fight that injustice. She fought that injustice done against her by standing up against her master. 'You have tried to kill me, and I wish you had; but you have no right to do as you like with me.'"
"One should contemplate about how to fulfill his or her responsibilities as faithful stewards who continuously strive to eradicate the injustices that are still rampant in today’s world. I, myself, am planning to involve in the field of electrical engineering to contribute to the development of the industry of magnetic levitation train, a technology that has tremendous potential for restoring the environment polluted by irresponsible abuses of chemicals but requires astronomical costs to build with today’s technology."
One student even wrote her essay as an epic poem:
"In Truth we will become the Person of Justice:
One who believes that the human race, among all the vile
Is Still beautiful
One who still believes that the human race, even through the apathy
Is Still impassioned
One who still believes that the human race, amidst all the adversity
Is Still resilient"
Overall, it has been a joy to read these essays; a celebration of the learning that has taken place in my classroom over the past nine months. Next year, these students will commit to their yearlong project of researching and raising awareness about the global issue they chose in this final unit of 11th grade. It is my hope and prayer that the words they have written for these final essays will become a reality that guides and shapes them next year, and in the years to come.
"A wise man once said “True love is an act of the will - a conscious decision to do what is best for the other person instead of ourselves.” (Billy Graham) This explains why being selfless is such a noble and just act! To be selfless means to make a conscious decision."
"Although it may seem impossible to make a difference in a world with millions of people, we should always be looking out for opportunities to help others in big or small ways. We are gifted with the opportunity to do good in our lives."
"I find that when we fight, we hear only our voice, when really there is always someone too quiet to speak up that needs help when even they may not know it."
"Ideas of right and wrong are continuously changing, but there is a basis for which we can look to for an answer that will not change. The values that are found in the Bible, do not change due to the time period or society’s view."
"We see how so many humans beings have been lied to about their safety, along with the safety of their environment. We have been taught to praise technological developments before we even consider the fact that we actually might be doing more harm than good. Rachel Carson, author of Silent Spring changed this thinking for people through her writings. In her book about the hazards of the pesticide DDT, Carson brought to light the fact that we, as humans, often overlook the damage that our developments might have on life."
"Linda, from the book, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, first did recognize the need for justice, as she realized that slavery was wrong. 'I had not lived fourteen years in slavery for nothing. I had felt, seen, and heard enough, to read the characters, and question the motives, of those around me. The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered'. She realized, and she used that realization to feed her decision to fight that injustice. She fought that injustice done against her by standing up against her master. 'You have tried to kill me, and I wish you had; but you have no right to do as you like with me.'"
"One should contemplate about how to fulfill his or her responsibilities as faithful stewards who continuously strive to eradicate the injustices that are still rampant in today’s world. I, myself, am planning to involve in the field of electrical engineering to contribute to the development of the industry of magnetic levitation train, a technology that has tremendous potential for restoring the environment polluted by irresponsible abuses of chemicals but requires astronomical costs to build with today’s technology."
One student even wrote her essay as an epic poem:
"In Truth we will become the Person of Justice:
One who believes that the human race, among all the vile
Is Still beautiful
One who still believes that the human race, even through the apathy
Is Still impassioned
One who still believes that the human race, amidst all the adversity
Is Still resilient"
Overall, it has been a joy to read these essays; a celebration of the learning that has taken place in my classroom over the past nine months. Next year, these students will commit to their yearlong project of researching and raising awareness about the global issue they chose in this final unit of 11th grade. It is my hope and prayer that the words they have written for these final essays will become a reality that guides and shapes them next year, and in the years to come.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Letter to the Class of 2016
My first year of teaching was a nightmarish procession of so many aspects of my poor, unskilled vision being met with an ever poorer reality, but I did start one tradition that year that I've kept to this day: at the end of the year, I wrote a letter to my class. I express myself best in writing, and a letter was the only way I knew of that I could possibly sift through the complexity of that difficult year to wish my students luck, thank them for the year, and let them know I cared.
In spite of all that had passed between us that year, the students told me that they appreciated my letter, and that it had meant a lot to them. Since then, I've written a letter to my students at the end of each school-year. As a teacher of writing, I feel strongly that to close the year with a letter is to model the love for writing that I earnestly hope my students will carry away from my classes. Of course, I hope my students know that I care about them without a letter telling them so, but nonetheless, there are some things too important to leave unsaid.
For fellow teachers who might read this post: what are the ways in which you consciously let your students know that you care for them?
Here is the letter that I wrote to the class of 2016 and handed to them on Wednesday. It came from the heart, and I chose to publicly share this letter more for the sake of bragging on this talented group than anything else:
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Dear Class of Twenty-Sixteen,
On the first day of class more than nine months ago, I made a promise that I would strive to teach you with so much integrity that it would literally overflow from me. I also invited and challenged you to learn with integrity--a deeper quality than mere honesty, rather a commitment to be one’s self at every turn. Together, we faced a choice of two paths: the safe, yet boring path of keeping to ourselves; or the dangerous, yet joyful path of investing in one another with that profound integrity. Now, as our journey together draws to a close, I look back fondly at the road we’ve walked.
We chose joy. You chose joy as you shared from the heart the stories of how you came to be at CAJ. I chose joy as I sang an assortment of songs, some Disney, some not. You chose joy as you met to plan your charity event. I chose joy as I told stories, not only from the deepest reaches of American History, but from my own life as well. You chose joy as you welcomed a record-breaking number of new classmates into the community of 2016. I chose joy as I read each essay carefully enough to make relevant comments and offer the best feedback I could. Even if other parts of your life this year were hectic, stressful, or perhaps even painful, it is my sincere hope that the time we spent together was a source of joy for you, as it was for me.
In a discussion near the end of our first unit, I asked you to think about which graduating class had been the most legendary in your mind. A few clear contenders emerged, and you spoke of those classes with a sort of awe and admiration. Since that conversation, you have lived more than thirty eventful weeks. In that time, you organized and hosted a cultural festival that will not be soon forgotten, to raise funds for Ebola research. You set a new record, and a new standard of excellence for the Spring Thrift Shop. You heard a record number of classmates voice their desire to serve on the Senior Council. In addition to these things, the class of 2016 was well-represented in FarEast tournaments, in concerts, and on stage. You are a class who inspires respect and fondness in the underclassmen, and I have no doubt that in four or five years, when I ask future classes the same question that I asked you in that discussion so many weeks ago, more than a few will be quick to say “the class of 2016.”
In the same breath, I place before you a challenge: you have made a name for yourself as Juniors and believe me, I’m tremendously proud of what you have accomplished already. Don’t stop there. Senior year is a year of opportunity; a year of influence; a year of leadership. It is also a year where you will likely feel taxed and tired, ready to graduate and get on with your life. Do not check out too soon. Be the class that leads till the end; the class that finishes with a sprint, not a stagger. Your legacy is your own to mold: all eyes are on you and at your cue, your underclassmen will respond. It is with this in mind that “Becoming people of justice” must go from being a thesis statement on a long essay, to a personal reality. You know which characteristics will come naturally, but you also know which will be most challenging for you... perhaps it’s selflessness or humility; perhaps it’s courage or love; perhaps it’s empathy or agency. God has given each of you incredible gifts and a tremendous capacity to bless those around you with those gifts. It has been a joy to watch you develop those gifts in the time we’ve spent together, and I must now take the difficult and heart-breaking step of letting you go, and trust that you will continue to use your many gifts for God’s glory.
Prepare yourself for the task ahead: rest up this summer. Read, relax, spend quality time with your family and friends. Make sure to spend some time doing absolutely nothing--lie down in the grass and watch the clouds roll by. When you return in August, it will be your year.
To the class of 2016: it has been a privilege of the highest order to be your teacher, your advisor, your number-one fan, and your friend. I will miss you terribly, but I am also excited to see what each of you will do next year as Seniors, and beyond.
Love in Christ,
Mr. Gibson
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| I must confess that the letters were typed, not handwritten. |
Friday, May 22, 2015
The Search for a Workable Late Work Policy, Part Two
Last month, I wrote about changes I made to my own, personal late-work policy. Today, I would like to share a little bit about the new policy that we tried out at the high school level this year. A fellow social studies teacher and I were responsible for putting the policy into action and supervising the after school study hall.
I have written a description of the policy below:
After School Assistance Program
If a student fails to finish an assignment on the day it is due, they must report to the after school study hall in Room 109 from 3:30 to 4:30, where they will work on their missing assignment until it is done.
Each day, the students must sign in by 3:45, indicating what assignment they will be working on.
The ASAP supervisor will collect the sign-up sheets and input the attendance record into a Google Drive spreadsheet.
Students must submit all late work to the ASAP supervisor (if it is an email or electronic submission, they must cc the ASAP supervisor). Students must write the original due-date on the top of the assignment before submitting. The supervisor then checks the attendance records to make sure that the student has indeed been at ASAP each day since the assignment was due. For every day that the student failed to attend the study hall while they still had an outstanding assignment, they will receive one tardy. If they are missing two assignments, they will receive two tardies for each day they failed to attend, and so on.
Furthermore, after five days (Sundays excluded), the assignment begins to lose credit, 10% per day. After 10 days, the teacher will not accept the assignment at all, and will score that assignment a 'zero' in the grade-book, unless the student makes other arrangements with the teacher.
We arrived at this policy through trial and no shortage of error during this school-year. For the first semester, we had not thought to put the responsibility of signing in to study hall on the students, so my fellow supervisor and I would spend a prep period each day scouring the online grades to make a list of students with missing assignments who we would expect to show up after school.
There were several major problems with this:
1) To work, this system required teachers to update their grades daily so that all record of missing assignments would always be current.
2) If students did not show up, we essentially had to become bloodhounds and track the students down to tell them to go to the study hall.
3) For the students who we could not find, the principal had to email them. Some days, the principal emailed as many as 30 students who had been listed as having a missing assignment, yet who missed the study hall. More often than not, these students turned out to have legitimate reasons for missing, and some had already submitted their assignments, but the grades had not been updated.
It was an unreasonable burden on the teachers and on the principal. Moreover, there were no set consequences for missing, other than an email from the principal and an email to parents if skipping became habitual.
In January, we made several major revisions to arrive at the policy listed above.
Has this new policy been a success?
That is a complicated question.
Most days, we receive a small stack of assignments that had been due either that day in class, or the day before. For students who are trying hard, but struggling to finish their work on time for whatever reason, this system provides them with the support that they need to finish, while also imposing the compelling consequence of sacrificing an hour of their time after school, and possibly even missing a sports practice or rehearsal. For students who are motivated by their time, this policy has been fair and has kept many students who would have been at risk of falling behind on top of their work.
On the other hand, for students who lack time management skills or who are not motivated by time, this system has been counter-productive. My co-supervisor and I were surprised at how many students have been content to come every day after school--for them, the prospect of sacrificing an hour of their time after school has clearly not been a motivator. Many students who regularly attend the after school study hall are there because they lack the organization or time management skills to use homework or class-time well, and they do not use the after school work-time well, either.
For these students, our new policy may be doing a disservice: they are eventually losing assignment credit as they would have under the old system, but are now being taught that they are doing something proactive by regularly attending the after school study hall (even as they fail to submit their work). I worry that these students will have to learn through catastrophic failure in their first year in college, where there's no guarantee that a professor will even accept an assignment submitted late.
This system that we are offering out of grace, and the desire to carry out good educational practice may actually be working against preparing these students for the world beyond CAJ.
So, as the year comes to a close, I am in somewhat of a quandary: the teacher in me who wants to see student work assessed fairly on its own merits rejoices in a policy that separates timeliness from other skills or understandings. However, the teacher in me who wants to see his students thrive after they graduate is filled with worry and doubt.
This policy works extremely well for some, but what about those who continue to fall behind even with this policy in place?
I am eager to revisit the late-work policy with my colleagues after school finishes, and brainstorm ways to make this better so that we can make the changes we need to make without losing the benefit that this has for some students, and the basic philosophy of separating timeliness from other skill or understanding grades.
We took a worthwhile risk in trying out this new policy, and the time has come to discern what must be kept and what must be changed to best prepare our students to "serve Japan and the world for Christ."
I have written a description of the policy below:
After School Assistance Program
If a student fails to finish an assignment on the day it is due, they must report to the after school study hall in Room 109 from 3:30 to 4:30, where they will work on their missing assignment until it is done.
Each day, the students must sign in by 3:45, indicating what assignment they will be working on.
The ASAP supervisor will collect the sign-up sheets and input the attendance record into a Google Drive spreadsheet.
Students must submit all late work to the ASAP supervisor (if it is an email or electronic submission, they must cc the ASAP supervisor). Students must write the original due-date on the top of the assignment before submitting. The supervisor then checks the attendance records to make sure that the student has indeed been at ASAP each day since the assignment was due. For every day that the student failed to attend the study hall while they still had an outstanding assignment, they will receive one tardy. If they are missing two assignments, they will receive two tardies for each day they failed to attend, and so on.
Furthermore, after five days (Sundays excluded), the assignment begins to lose credit, 10% per day. After 10 days, the teacher will not accept the assignment at all, and will score that assignment a 'zero' in the grade-book, unless the student makes other arrangements with the teacher.
We arrived at this policy through trial and no shortage of error during this school-year. For the first semester, we had not thought to put the responsibility of signing in to study hall on the students, so my fellow supervisor and I would spend a prep period each day scouring the online grades to make a list of students with missing assignments who we would expect to show up after school.
There were several major problems with this:
1) To work, this system required teachers to update their grades daily so that all record of missing assignments would always be current.
2) If students did not show up, we essentially had to become bloodhounds and track the students down to tell them to go to the study hall.
3) For the students who we could not find, the principal had to email them. Some days, the principal emailed as many as 30 students who had been listed as having a missing assignment, yet who missed the study hall. More often than not, these students turned out to have legitimate reasons for missing, and some had already submitted their assignments, but the grades had not been updated.
It was an unreasonable burden on the teachers and on the principal. Moreover, there were no set consequences for missing, other than an email from the principal and an email to parents if skipping became habitual.
In January, we made several major revisions to arrive at the policy listed above.
Has this new policy been a success?
That is a complicated question.
Most days, we receive a small stack of assignments that had been due either that day in class, or the day before. For students who are trying hard, but struggling to finish their work on time for whatever reason, this system provides them with the support that they need to finish, while also imposing the compelling consequence of sacrificing an hour of their time after school, and possibly even missing a sports practice or rehearsal. For students who are motivated by their time, this policy has been fair and has kept many students who would have been at risk of falling behind on top of their work.
On the other hand, for students who lack time management skills or who are not motivated by time, this system has been counter-productive. My co-supervisor and I were surprised at how many students have been content to come every day after school--for them, the prospect of sacrificing an hour of their time after school has clearly not been a motivator. Many students who regularly attend the after school study hall are there because they lack the organization or time management skills to use homework or class-time well, and they do not use the after school work-time well, either.
For these students, our new policy may be doing a disservice: they are eventually losing assignment credit as they would have under the old system, but are now being taught that they are doing something proactive by regularly attending the after school study hall (even as they fail to submit their work). I worry that these students will have to learn through catastrophic failure in their first year in college, where there's no guarantee that a professor will even accept an assignment submitted late.
This system that we are offering out of grace, and the desire to carry out good educational practice may actually be working against preparing these students for the world beyond CAJ.
So, as the year comes to a close, I am in somewhat of a quandary: the teacher in me who wants to see student work assessed fairly on its own merits rejoices in a policy that separates timeliness from other skills or understandings. However, the teacher in me who wants to see his students thrive after they graduate is filled with worry and doubt.
This policy works extremely well for some, but what about those who continue to fall behind even with this policy in place?
I am eager to revisit the late-work policy with my colleagues after school finishes, and brainstorm ways to make this better so that we can make the changes we need to make without losing the benefit that this has for some students, and the basic philosophy of separating timeliness from other skill or understanding grades.
We took a worthwhile risk in trying out this new policy, and the time has come to discern what must be kept and what must be changed to best prepare our students to "serve Japan and the world for Christ."
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Where Everybody Knows Your Name
C.S. Lewis and JRR Tolkien had the "Eagle and Child Pub"; Hemingway, Faulkner and Fitzgerald had Gertrude Stein's place; Sam, Diane and the gang had "Cheers".
Finding that place "where everyone knows your name" is a basic human desire, rooted in a longing for community and belonging.
These havens of food, fun and fellowship are special perhaps in part because they are fleeting: people move away, lifestyles change, businesses close.
For the better part of my 20s, I enjoyed such a home-away-from-home: a little bistro in the big city--a small burger joint in Higashikurume, Tokyo.
Reno's Bistro opened at a time when I needed a place where I could become a "regular".
It was 2010 and I'd only just turned 24. A teacher's paycheck is humble, but a young, single teacher can at least eat like a king. So it happened that one Sunday evening I found myself at the new burger restaurant.
I had wanted to go for some time, but did not have any close friends who I could go with and I did not want to be the awkward lonely guy eating by himself. Eventually I just gave up and decided to go on my own.
I ordered the Kansas City Burger that evening, a flavorful hamburger topped with barbecue sauce. I was about to eat on my own at a table in the corner when a colleague whose family was just sitting down across the way called me over. So, my first meal at Reno's turned out to be a time of fellowship after all, as I talked to my colleague's elderly parents, who had been missionaries in Japan in the 60s and 70s, and were back for a visit.
In June, as my first year of teaching was drawing to a close, I visited Reno's for the second time. This time, the occasion was a guy's night out with a few colleagues, all of whom were in their late 20s. We picked out some beers from the selection of imports in the fridge, ordered a steady supply of appetizers and enjoyed a good evening of celebration for the year that was ending, joined in conversation by the chef, Kevin, who entertained us with stories on a vast array of subjects.
When I came back from my summer vacation in America, Reno's had become part of my routine. While several of the guys I'd gone with before were married and unable to go regularly, a few other single guys decided that there was no better place to spend a Friday night, or a Saturday night, and often, both.
Kevin and Meg Reno wasted no time in adopting us as a second family and before long each of us felt comfortable dining at Reno's on our own and simply sitting at the counter, chatting with the Reno family as they worked away.
So it was that Reno's Bistro served as the backdrop for so many milestone social events of my 20s:
It was at Reno's that I forged my first real friendships with colleagues my own age, including a friend who would later be my roommate for one year.
It was at Reno's that I first stepped out of the "English bubble" I'd been living in and practiced Japanese with other patrons who spoke no English whatsoever.
It was at Reno's that I rung in the New Year at the start of 2012.
It was at Reno's that I enjoyed dinner with several friends from high school who were living on base in or near Tokyo.
It was at Reno's that I learned what a small world it truly was: my sister-in-law's cousin had frequented Reno's when he was playing ball for the Seibu Lions several years earlier--something we discovered when she and my brother were in Japan for a visit two years ago, and noticed his jersey hanging on the wall.
Sometimes I was the only customer in the restaurant.
Sometimes I was sandwiched between strangers because the place was so crowded.
One time, I was the only white guy in an otherwise-Japanese conga line.
That was on Mariachi Night--the Renos had invited a Mariachi band to come and play.
I also went to Reno's on Blue's Night, Folk Night, and several evenings on which my roommate (who was the CAJ band teacher) would perform with a local group.
Over the years, I tried everything on the menu at least once (well, maybe except for the salads).
I got to the point where I didn't need a menu.
Heck, I got to the point where I ordered burgers that weren't even on the menu.
I went to Reno's on lonely nights where I would quietly play Bejeweled on my iPhone.
I went to Reno's on busy nights where I made new friends and worked up the courage to talk to girls.
More than once, I went to Reno's after getting off the airplane coming back from America, suitcase in tow.
I went to Reno's on my 26th birthday, when they had picked up an ice-cream cake for me with my roommate.
I went to Reno's with my brother, my sister and my parents when each of them took turns coming out to visit.
I went to Reno's when it was time to say goodbye to my roommate who was returning to America.
I went to Reno's on my 3rd date with Tomomi.
I went to Reno's with my whole family when they came out for my wedding.
I went to Reno's tonight, for the very last time.
We knew for some time that the Renos were planning to move on to other things, but the official announcement only came last week that they'd finally sold the restaurant, and would be closing their doors on Saturday the 23rd. Married life had meant a change in dining habits and so our trips to Reno's over the past year came once a month or once every two months, but we always enjoyed those meals, those chances to catch up with the Reno family. Tonight, they were busy--there would be no stories from Kevin, no catching up, no long farewell.
So, I ordered a Cowboy Burger (topped with barbecue sauce & fried onions), Tomomi ordered a Kansas City Burger and we shared a side of spinach-artichoke dip. We paid the check, said a quick goodbye to Meg, walked out the door, and an era quietly ended.
More than their cooking, I am forever grateful to the Renos for their hospitality and their kindness. They were a family away from family, a well-spring of encouragement, good humor, friendship and care. For a good portion of my 20s, Reno's was the place where everyone knew my name.
I will never forget that little bistro in the big city.
Finding that place "where everyone knows your name" is a basic human desire, rooted in a longing for community and belonging.
These havens of food, fun and fellowship are special perhaps in part because they are fleeting: people move away, lifestyles change, businesses close.
For the better part of my 20s, I enjoyed such a home-away-from-home: a little bistro in the big city--a small burger joint in Higashikurume, Tokyo.
Reno's Bistro opened at a time when I needed a place where I could become a "regular".
It was 2010 and I'd only just turned 24. A teacher's paycheck is humble, but a young, single teacher can at least eat like a king. So it happened that one Sunday evening I found myself at the new burger restaurant.
I had wanted to go for some time, but did not have any close friends who I could go with and I did not want to be the awkward lonely guy eating by himself. Eventually I just gave up and decided to go on my own.
I ordered the Kansas City Burger that evening, a flavorful hamburger topped with barbecue sauce. I was about to eat on my own at a table in the corner when a colleague whose family was just sitting down across the way called me over. So, my first meal at Reno's turned out to be a time of fellowship after all, as I talked to my colleague's elderly parents, who had been missionaries in Japan in the 60s and 70s, and were back for a visit.
In June, as my first year of teaching was drawing to a close, I visited Reno's for the second time. This time, the occasion was a guy's night out with a few colleagues, all of whom were in their late 20s. We picked out some beers from the selection of imports in the fridge, ordered a steady supply of appetizers and enjoyed a good evening of celebration for the year that was ending, joined in conversation by the chef, Kevin, who entertained us with stories on a vast array of subjects.
When I came back from my summer vacation in America, Reno's had become part of my routine. While several of the guys I'd gone with before were married and unable to go regularly, a few other single guys decided that there was no better place to spend a Friday night, or a Saturday night, and often, both.
Kevin and Meg Reno wasted no time in adopting us as a second family and before long each of us felt comfortable dining at Reno's on our own and simply sitting at the counter, chatting with the Reno family as they worked away.
So it was that Reno's Bistro served as the backdrop for so many milestone social events of my 20s:
It was at Reno's that I forged my first real friendships with colleagues my own age, including a friend who would later be my roommate for one year.
It was at Reno's that I first stepped out of the "English bubble" I'd been living in and practiced Japanese with other patrons who spoke no English whatsoever.
It was at Reno's that I rung in the New Year at the start of 2012.
It was at Reno's that I enjoyed dinner with several friends from high school who were living on base in or near Tokyo.
It was at Reno's that I learned what a small world it truly was: my sister-in-law's cousin had frequented Reno's when he was playing ball for the Seibu Lions several years earlier--something we discovered when she and my brother were in Japan for a visit two years ago, and noticed his jersey hanging on the wall.
Sometimes I was the only customer in the restaurant.
Sometimes I was sandwiched between strangers because the place was so crowded.
One time, I was the only white guy in an otherwise-Japanese conga line.
That was on Mariachi Night--the Renos had invited a Mariachi band to come and play.
I also went to Reno's on Blue's Night, Folk Night, and several evenings on which my roommate (who was the CAJ band teacher) would perform with a local group.
Over the years, I tried everything on the menu at least once (well, maybe except for the salads).
I got to the point where I didn't need a menu.
Heck, I got to the point where I ordered burgers that weren't even on the menu.
I went to Reno's on lonely nights where I would quietly play Bejeweled on my iPhone.
I went to Reno's on busy nights where I made new friends and worked up the courage to talk to girls.
More than once, I went to Reno's after getting off the airplane coming back from America, suitcase in tow.
I went to Reno's on my 26th birthday, when they had picked up an ice-cream cake for me with my roommate.
I went to Reno's with my brother, my sister and my parents when each of them took turns coming out to visit.
I went to Reno's when it was time to say goodbye to my roommate who was returning to America.
I went to Reno's on my 3rd date with Tomomi.
I went to Reno's with my whole family when they came out for my wedding.
I went to Reno's tonight, for the very last time.
We knew for some time that the Renos were planning to move on to other things, but the official announcement only came last week that they'd finally sold the restaurant, and would be closing their doors on Saturday the 23rd. Married life had meant a change in dining habits and so our trips to Reno's over the past year came once a month or once every two months, but we always enjoyed those meals, those chances to catch up with the Reno family. Tonight, they were busy--there would be no stories from Kevin, no catching up, no long farewell.
So, I ordered a Cowboy Burger (topped with barbecue sauce & fried onions), Tomomi ordered a Kansas City Burger and we shared a side of spinach-artichoke dip. We paid the check, said a quick goodbye to Meg, walked out the door, and an era quietly ended.
More than their cooking, I am forever grateful to the Renos for their hospitality and their kindness. They were a family away from family, a well-spring of encouragement, good humor, friendship and care. For a good portion of my 20s, Reno's was the place where everyone knew my name.
I will never forget that little bistro in the big city.
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| Chilling with Meg and Gabe (my roommate) back in 2011 |
Thursday, May 14, 2015
In Defense of AP English
AP English is worthless.
This was how I felt five years ago when I heard that I would be teaching AP English for the first time the following year. This attitude did not come out of nowhere. I profoundly disliked AP English when I took it as a high school senior: the class I took was designed as year-long preparation for the AP literature exam, but when I took both the AP Literature exam and the AP Language exam that May, I scored higher on AP Language, even though that was the exam I had not prepared for. I felt as though I had wasted a year of my life.
As I took education classes in college, I came to view the entire AP system as the enemy to good teaching: high school courses focused on coverage rather than un-coverage, teaching toward a test, heavy on memorization, mistaking amount of work for quality of work--all qualities I detested.
While I cannot speak for other APs, it turns out that these assumptions could not have been further from the truth for AP English. AP English: Language and Composition is all about critical thinking, integrity, and clear communication, inherently valuable skills that extend beyond a test score and possible college credit.
Critical thinking has become a buzzword in contemporary education, functioning almost as the antithesis of the content-heavy, passive learning model that has characterized much of American education over the past two centuries. Despite the tremendous good that the idea represents, "critical thinking" is thrown about in a manner that betrays a distinct lack of critical thought:
In an effort to be progressive, school textbooks label trivial, shallow tasks as "Critical Thinking Exercises". Prescriptive standardized tests purport to measure critical thinking. Teachers argue fruitlessly about exactly what it means to teach and assess critical thinking.
Yet, the AP Language curriculum suggests a very plausible definition, embedded in the tasks that make up the test itself: critical thinking is the ability to read objectively, analyzing information for bias, manipulation and fallacies.
In order to succeed on the AP English exam, students must learn not simply to read carefully, but to read critically and then to think critically about what they have read. While this does mean some memorization of rhetorical appeals, modes, fallacies and basic strategies, the emphasis is not on memorization, and indeed there's a sharp line drawn between memorizing the terms and applying them.
My students become aware of the ways in which a speaker is attempting to reach his audience, whether that be an appeal to their minds, an appeal to their hearts, or an appeal to their trust. From this foundation, to have substantive discussions about propaganda is not such a stretch--it soon becomes clear that even music, literature and film use these basic appeals, too.
Moreover, the students begin to recognize when a speaker is not dealing honestly with his audience, when logic is being abused, when emotions are being toyed with and when trust is being twisted.
They also recognize these tendencies within themselves: that time they got an extension on an assignment by turning a minor obstacle into a sob story; that time they told a half-truth in response to their parents' inquiry about school-work; that time they used a non-sequitur to end a heated discussion with a friend. We laugh about the fallacies, and the students can be heard even months later calling out fallacies in conversations with friends, but they do ultimately learn to monitor themselves, too.
Finally, the students learn to communicate in a clear and concise manner, and for a variety of purposes. Organization is essential, and students who started the school-year incapable of writing a thesis statement learn to write a good thesis and outline in a matter of minutes.
While the strict time limit on the essays feels somewhat inauthentic to real life (unless a student plans to go into high-pressure journalism), there is tremendous value in being able to organize one's ideas quickly and efficiently. Even students who struggle with grammar and punctuation learn to organize and support their ideas, and occasionally they do so effectively enough to score a '4' or a '5'.
Students leave AP English feeling, on the whole, much more confident in their abilities as readers, writers and thinkers. I was grateful to hear my students report back to me today that they felt well-prepared for their exam yesterday, but what matters more to me is that they are leaving my class prepared to be better communicators and thinkers in their senior year and beyond.
I am proud to teach AP English and if a student asks whether or not I would recommend it, my response has shifted from one of hesitation to an unequivocal 'yes': if they are interested in the challenge, they will learn a lot, even if English is not their favorite subject; even if the final test score doesn't reflect what they learned.
Now, as I wrap up my 5th year of teaching AP English, I recognize that my original perception of AP English was off by five incredibly important letters:
AP English is not worthless.
AP English is priceless.
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