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October 21, 2004

a brief bit of politics

I have refrained from getting political on my blog--kept it to school related topics--but this was just to great to leave off. I found it on a blog I visit (www.chumpmonkey.com/prufrock) and just had to steal it and post it here because I think this writer has hit the nail right on the head. And thus, I want everyone to read this, too. Not that everyone reads my blog, but here's to hoping!

SubjecTITLE: "Election determines fate of nation"
written by Mathew Manweller
Central Washington University political science professor
"Election determines fate of nation"

In that this will be my last column before the presidential election, there will be no sarcasm, no attempts at witty repartee. The topic is too serious, and the stakes are too high.

This November we will vote in the only election during our lifetime that will truly matter. Because America is at a once-in-a-generation crossroads, more than an election hangs in the balance. Down one path lies retreat, abdication and a reign of ambivalence. Down the other lies a nation that is aware of its past and accepts the daunting obligation its future demands.

If we choose poorly, the consequences will echo through the next 50 years of history. If we, in a spasm of frustration, turn out the current occupant of the White House, the message to the world and ourselves will be two-fold.

First, we will reject the notion that America can do big things.

Once a nation that tamed a frontier, stood down the Nazis and stood upon the moon, we will announce to the world that bringing democracy to the Middle East is too big of a task for us. But more significantly, we will signal to future presidents that as voters, we are unwilling to tackle difficult challenges, preferring caution to boldness, embracing the mediocrity that has characterized other civilizations. The defeat of President Bush will send a chilling message to future presidents who may need to make difficult, yet unpopular decisions. America has always been a nation that rises to the demands of history regardless of the costs or appeal. If we turn away from that legacy, we turn away from who we are.

Second, we inform every terrorist organization on the globe that the lesson of Somalia was well learned. In Somalia we showed terrorists that you don't need to defeat America on the battlefield when you can defeat them in the newsroom. They learned that a wounded America can become a defeated America.

Twenty-four-hour news stations and daily tracing polls will do the heavy lifting, turning a cut into a fatal blow. Except that Iraq is Somalia times 10. The election of John Kerry will serve notice to every terrorist in every cave that the soft underbelly of American power is the timidity of American voters. Terrorists will know that a steady stream of grizzly photos for CNN is all you need to break the will of the American people. Our own self-doubt will take it from there. Bin Laden will recognize that he can topple any American administration without setting foot on the homeland.

It is said thatAmerica's W.W.II generation is its 'greatest generation'. But my greatest fear is that it will become known asAmerica's 'last generation.' Born in the bleakness of the Great Depression and hardened in the fire of WW II, they may be the last American generation that understands the meaning of duty, honor and sacrifice. It is difficult to admit, but I know these terms are spoken with only hollow detachment by many (but not all) in my generation. Too many citizens today mistake 'living inAmerica' as 'being an American.' But America has always been more of an idea than a place. When you sign on, you do more than buy real estate. You accept a set of values and responsibilities.

This November, my generation, which has been absent too long, must grasp the obligation that comes with being an American, or fade into the oblivion they may deserve.

I believe that 100 years from now historians will look back at the election of 2004 and see it as the decisive election of our century. Depending on the outcome, they will describe it as the moment America joined the ranks of ordinary nations; or they will describe it as the moment the prodigal sons and daughters of the greatest generation accepted their burden as caretakers of the City on the Hill."

Mathew Manweller

October 19, 2004

another tuesday. . .

Well. Last week was pretty normal. We watched The Alamo with John Wayne. That was fun. It really is a pretty good movie. Of course, I love John Wayne, but it really is pretty good. We watched it for 6th grade history, but I ended up letting the 5th graders watch most of it--it just worked out better that way. Which means I'll have to figure out whether to show it again next year, or what. Of course, that is a year away. . . . Did I mention that almost all my kids failed their first vocabulary quiz. Yikes. And not for lack of my going over things in class, either. But I guess it's good in a way, b/c I find that they rarely realize the importance of paying attention to stuff like that until they see the grade. Or something like that. So, we took that one over again. And now they study vocabulary more. 5th grade is reading Indian Captive right now. It's the story of Mary Jemison who was taken captive by the Seneca Indians when we were still colonies. I'm trying very hard to give them interesting projects for literature rather than just giving them worksheets with short answer questions. I think we'll build a model of a longhouse. They would like that. Not necessarily related to specific content of the book, but it's important. And fun. 6th grade is reading With Lee in Virginia. I do have comprehension questions for that book, but I hate for them to be inundated with short answer worksheets about their books. I want them to enjoy the book for what it is. not that I don't want them to get content--that's important, too, but the gathering of content knowledge should be enjoyable in some way, rather than drudgery. At least, I think so.

Yesterday, my alarm did not go off. My mom woke me up at 7. I usually leave at 6.55. I made it to school (thanks to a secret no-traffic day) at 7.50. Just in time to organize my class for morning assembly. Needless to say, it made my day-start slightly rough. And when coupled with my raging sore throat. . .well, today, despite the frustrations to be chronicled next, has gotten off to a much better start. Stupid alarm.

Today was talk about citations day in upper school composition. They had all turned in their Latin research projects on Friday and only 1 of them had used any form of citations. Apparently the idea of using citations was a foreign concept in some way. So, we covered foot/endnotes, bib notes and MLA parenthetical references for fictional works, reference works and web pages. That was fun. And two of my boys decided today was argue day. One of whom decided to insist the Inc. doesn't mean Incorporated. Insisting to me, no less. Then the two of them decided to argue about my handwriting and whether what I had written on the board was "ar" or "or." Sigh. And it's only Tuesday. Sheesh. It was jsut bizarre all the way around. I even almost had to yell, and I had to threaten a student with a head thwack and detention. Sometimes I wonder why God doesn't let boys skip the wierdness of teenager-hood. It would certainly be easier on parents and teachers. Oh well. I got my discipline muscle mildly stretched. We'll see how far they decide to push. I don't think they realize that if they push me to the line, they'll be horribly sorry. (insert evil smile) Anyway. What a week already.

October 11, 2004

emotional meltdowns

Inside recess and the second inside lunch in a row (thank you TS Matthew) lead to issue. Usually those issues are just hyperactivity issues (all kids need to run around at least twice a day--even high schoolers!). Friday they led to emotional issues. It happened in last hour history. At the beginning of the hour, they had been studying around the room. I instructed them to return to their desks to get ready for the test. As they did so, Sarah asks, "Can we have the pillows for the treehouse?" (to put behind their backs at the desks) I said, "No, I want you to leave the pillows in the treehouse." It turns out one of the girls, Blakely, already had a pillow at her desk and so had to go put it up. I didn't think a thing of it, I hadn't out the test and off we went. After Sarah had turned in her test, I noticed her whimpering in her desk. I called her over to find out what was wrong--apparently she had been told she was a tattletale and mean for asking about the pillows. I told her she did the right thing and it was very courageous of her. She felt better and went back to her desk. I then noticed that Hannah was actually sobbing in her desk. I called her over and asked her what was wrong. She wouldn't tell me. So I kept asking her. Then she said she didn't want to tell me because it would hurt my feelings. I am now completely baffled, trying to remember if I'd said anything mean to her without meaning to. Finally I pry it out of her: she's jealous of Sarah and me. I should insert here that due to Sarah's emotional struggles, I have been attentive to her moods and giving her small bits of attention that she needs. Apparently, Hannah had become jealous of those small attentions (she is my drama queen from the circumcision episode) and was uncontrollably upset about it. So I told her that Sarah had a lot of problems to deal with right now, but that Hannah was just as important to me as Sarah. And that if she had any problems, she could talk to me. And if she felt like I wasn't listening, she could ask me to please listen. I gave her a hug and she went back to her desk much more composed. I however was now completely drained and wanted to cry myself. Sigh. And I though teenaged girls were bad!!! Every day is an adventure!

October 07, 2004

some random thoughts from my students

Every day for upper school Composition, I make them write for five minutes to warm up. Monday through Wednesday they write a response to a quotation, but on Thursdays I let them free-write. Sometimes I give them a one-word topic to develop, sometimes not. I thought I'd give ya'll a few examples of when I sometimes don't--the variety never ceases to amaze me. Oh--the spelling and grammar are all their own.

"Randomness. . .I am random. . .random is me. . . random are you, random is. . .everyone in the world.
"He's got the whole world. . .in his hands, he's got the whole world. . .in his hands, chorus, etc.
"Red and yellow, black and white, oreos, oranges, and bananas.
"Random. . .barefoot teachers. Bad, bad, bad barefoot teachers, who addign us random, horrible topice to talk about, and. . .
"Aah. . .the black spot! It's, it's, it's the random ghost. It's no, it can't be, aah, it's Nick!!!" --Brandon Bark

"Fan blades hurt. Max says he saw a purple suirrel. I think he was on drugs. Chad can't talk for five minutes. Well, that's what Miss Doiron said anyway. Chad think all of our teachers are single. I think he's crazy. Beware of a strange colored squirrel. It took a few hits from my paintball gun. My neaighbor's got a dog. it's an ugly little mut. Max said he used aim I didn't believe him. Actually I don't care. Yall won't shut up."
--Jason Brewer

"Have you thought how many songe you could quote in various situation, like in philosophy class "all we are is dust in the wind" or. . .well. . .my mind went blank. Man, I can usually write about this I guess "it can happen to you" to. . ."
--Allen Finkenaur

"My locker is 19. Strawberries are red. I'm getting a new airsoft gun. It has a laser sight, a blue light, a silencer and a sling. I went with the Cooper's last night to their Bible study. We played football. We had chicken. Fried chiken and biscuits. They tasted a bit plasticy. But they were ok I guess. I wore plue jeans. And a blue shirt. I like Switchfoot. They are a cool band. I used to catch stinging caterpillars. They never stung me. We haven't gone on any field trips this year. 7th grade stinks. 6th grade was so much better. We had a nice community. It was really great. It was the coolest year of my life. BYE" --Christpher V.

"You did this on purpose so that for five minutes you won't have to listen to me talk this is tyranny, mindless oppression, this is an outrage this is complete and total injustice. This is, this is, this is, well i'll come back to this but anyway this is unfair, this is unfair to deprive inocent children such as mme for instance of talking. WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO TALK. This is a perposterous this was a smart skeem but no matter how hard you trie it will never succeed because I will talk talk talk talk and never stop stop becausxe oviously tyranny will never succeed evil baby sitter, so you shall never succeed because I will talk and never stop, of so close you thought that was the end of sentence, ok fine I'll end the stuped sentence even though i'm not stuped."
--Chad Brewer

"How does one balance something he loves with something he has to do? How can someone follow his dreams if his dreams mess up the rest of his life?
"When God gives us an oppurtunity, shouldn't we grab it? And if we do, should we ever let it go? And if we let it go, can we ever take it back?
"Opportunities can be like treasure. God places them in front of you and tells you to get it. Overjoyed, you run to it. But then you see the others running toward it. You pause, the others get there first, and your heart breaks in two."
--Christine L.

So, there you go. A little taste of my upper schoolers. I don't mention them much, but they are a riot. And sometimes much more thoughtful than you would ever expect.

October 04, 2004

October and Grandparents Day

FYI: to those who have had confusion issues about posting comments--sorry about that. I had an epic battle with the comment posting "preferences" and finally won, so you should be good to go.

Alrighty.
Friday was Grandparents' Day. Boy I was nervous about that. Turned out to be not so big a deal. I was grateful. Actually, it was mainly not a big deal because the grandmother of one of my students was in England during WWII and the kids were all interested in hearing her stories. Of course, I'm always nervous about having people in the room when I teach--esp. on Friday, the slowest and most relaxed day of the week for me. I'm glad that Parent Day will be on Tuesday--the day will appear to be more structured. It's just strange for me because you don't have Days for high school students--just open house, and nobody is judging your teaching for open house. God gives grace, though.

So, I've made it to October. This week is Jamestown/The Alamo week. I've gotten much better about reviewing history cards every day, thanks to my lesson a couple of weeks ago. And I get to learn along with them, which I enjoy. It really is simple to learn the basic events and dates this way. That way the rest of my random historical knowledge has some benchmarks to hang onto. Of course, that is the point behind the system. :)
Literature is somthing I'm still getting a handle on. I'm not used to having to rush through stuff, covering a bunch of short things as we go. Basically, we cover one or two books a quarter: reading in class, doing some worksheets and projects, discussing what is being read. It's way more. . .laid back,I guess...than what I'm used to. So basically I don't feel like I'm doing enough. Sigh. I do think, now that we're through our first book, that I have a better grasp on what to do than I did with this first book. That's good, I guess, I just wish the knowledge had been implanted a la The Matrix than having to learn by trial and error. I guess that just means they'll get more out of the next books! Also, if anyone knows of any good books about the Oregon/California trail for 6th graders, let me know. We need a different book than the one they read now.
This week is also a science week. Plants. Which means some outdoor excursions. Should be interesting. 5th grade boys outside. . .interesting.
It's hard to believe it's already October. And at the same time it seems so much longer than that. I suppose using a different teaching method (and teaching different grades) has really thrown off my usually time-guessing premonition. And, to add more to my plate, I start my volunteer job as home school varsity girls basketball coach tonight. Ack!!! I'm really nervous about that--mainly because I'm flying by the seat of my shorts with this one. Boy, oh, boy. I need a lot of grace!