Month: August 2011

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    “We are the hollow men

    We are the stuffed men

    Leaning together

    Headpiece filled with straw…”

    T.S.Eliot

      The Daily News

    1  Strange days.

    2   I swear.

    3   As active a person as I am, there’s something about late August that defies explanation.

    4   I’ve tried, year in and year out, to figure it out, but it seems always to drain all of us.

    5   I guess it’s the clove of seasons, as one lyrical short story put it. It’s that eerie time between summer and Halloween when everything becomes hot and hazy. It’s a sort of unreal time of the year.

    6   For people dealing with Hurricane Irene, I’m sure it is hazardous and heartbreaking.

    7   To those of us out here on the West Coast, it just seems to surround us. There is something odd and dusty about this time of the year.

    8   For those of us back in school, it’s a weird time. We teachers are still getting acquainted with students; students are fresh and eager, but clearly older and facing really odd things.

    9   Life gathers around us in an annoyingly hot and smoggy way. Baseball season seems over if your team is no longer in it, and so we fans become the walking wounded. We click on the radio for around twelve seconds to keep some sort of touch with our teams, but they all seem out of touch, and lost.

    10  The moist, verdant lawns of summer look like dry, bristly patches of their former selves. Flowers that stood gorgeous and lush during the summer have grown long brown necks and seem to resemble straw dogs.

    11  People try heroically to squeeze in summertime activities like traveling to lakes, or hitting the beach, but all around there are realities letting us know that we are just fooling ourselves.

    12  It’s the end of summer, which actually ends later this month. It is now dusty, dry, hot, and strange. It actually ended weeks ago.

    13  Labor Day is well named. Everything we do right now seems to own up to the title.

    14  Relaxing seems contrived and forced. Computers go down routinely, offering little in the way of hope. We hop on them anyway, looking for something to pull us in to help us ride this natural dust storm.

    15  Teevee offers things like Chaz Bono and half-baked, over-hyped shows about celebrities. We glance over slack-jawed at how stupid everything has become.

    16  The ground is dry and cracked, and so are our lips.

    17   Stores still have summer leftovers lying on tables. But we all know that summer has come and gone. We all know that we have almost two months of same. Halloween eventually becomes the spirited portal that sets things into some semblance of zoning in and finally accepting that we have become just a tad bit older, and that we are rambling recklessly down some sort of strange road to a sort of settling-in for the coming winter months.

    18   Meanwhile, no matter how cool we try to make ourselves sound, we realize that we are made of straw. We notice now that we are yet another year older. We get annoyed watching younger people do the same stupid things that we used to do, and we admit it’s stupid, but that we also carry a bit of envy of their naivete’.

    19  The season is dry, barren, and endless.

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    20   Small nameless bugs and knats land on our computer screens, and we occasionally smear one just because it wandered into our personal space, which becomes a computer screen, a lousy teevee show, or a couch that looks so much more inviting than a treadmill.

    21  When alarms go off in the morning, we pull the sheets up over our heads and wish we were in some sort of alternate universe that would simply swallow us down and disappear.

    22  And yet we know it is ephemeral; we know it is an annual ritual that will run its course. We know we will eventually have a sense of normalcy, of dinners, of workouts, of pots and pans, and of everything righting itself.

    23  But right now, we are drained and stretched as far as we can drain and stretch.

    24   Forgive it, ladies and gents. Live it once again; ’twas ever thus.

    25   A strange little bug just ran across my computer screen, scaring me for a thousanth of a second. I just wondered how many more have been doing that for the past three weeks.

    26   I think it’s time to pull the sheets back over my head. There’s still time.

    27   See you tomorrow. Don’t think too much about this. It’s a cheap poem in disguise. Everything will return to normal tomorrow. Or the next day.

    28   Promise.

    29   Peace.

     

    ~H~

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    a a a turbulence 1   The Daily News

    1   And so this is Tuesday.

    2   I knew I’d enjoy yesterday. I spent lots of time preparing lessons, and really enjoyed the day.

    3  My schedule got a little interrupted when the safety people told me that they would be coming into my classes to talk to the students, but I adjusted pretty well. It threw my schedule for the week off a bit, but it was pretty doable.

    4   After school I decided to post some of the adjustments for the week up on School Loop. For example, two classes today will also have the safety people coming in. I didn’t know this until after school yesterday, but another teacher bailed on them, so they asked if the could come in today even though it was late notice.

    5   I said, “No prob,” and so two classes will not be doing what my other classes are.

    6   The issue wasn’t really me adjusting my planning, but of me getting the word out to my students that their work is still due. Almost more importantly, I needed to get word to those two classes that they didn’t need to bring books to class.

    7   School books nowadays are about three-times thicker than when I went to school. Part of the reason is that they try to jam grammar AND literature all into one book. They used to have separate books. Long story, won’t bore you with it. The books are just really heavy these days. And schools are reluctant to issue lockers because of the vandalism that is automatic when lockers are around. Huge expense. So the students have two choices: get a roller/backpack, or prepare to look like Quasimodo in the next year or two.

    8   So after school yesterday I went on School Loop to let those classes know that they wouldn’t have to bring books.

    9   <basketball buzzer>

    10  Sorry. School Loop began “buffering” yesterday afternoon. They don’t really have a little circle that spins, but make no mistake. Access was slow to not-existent.

    11  My first real encounter with School Loop had me sitting around after school waiting…and waiting. I finally gave up and went home. I looked at our webmail site, and several teachers had the same thing happen. A few went home and decided to ride it out.

    12   At 5 p.m. it still did that, and various checks afterwards finally had me throwing up my arms. Thank goodness all my papers were graded and in, but even THAT became a concern. I’m working on keeping a hard copy of my grades, but my student aide hasn’t gotten it all done yet. So I’m at the mercy of School Loop right now.

    13  I eventually made dinner and retired early. I’ll try to inform my students that some don’t need to bring books early this morning, but they have already gotten comfortable with relying on School Loop. They will wonder why I didn’t inform them. I may have some irate parents. And yes, I imagine I could have fought off sleep last night, but I got home pretty exhausted. Some days are like that, the same as anyone’s day.

    14  The real issue is that I’m using School Loop as an experiment, and nothing else. If I decide that it has mechanical issues, or that it could completely crash at major moments, I might ease myself out of it. I can’t imagine losing all the data I have put in there. It would be like someone stealing my gradebook, which actually happened to me one year. I had to have conferences with every student, and to go through folders in order to re-do literally months of work.

    15  I like School Loop so far. But yesterday that new flight hit a little turbulence. If you’ve flown, you get the analogy. ”We apologize; we just hit a little turbulence, and everthing should be fine in a moment.”

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    16  So yeah, we hit a little turbulence yesterday.

    17  I’m okay, but I do have a tremendous amount of data loaded into one area, and I don’t want that happening right before grades are due. I also have to see how I’m going to adjust all my classes to the safety visits.

    18   Normally that would all be as easy as pie. But when your data base decides it doesnt want to work, in innate fear of trusting anything beyond your pencil and gradebook might not work out. Sorry.

    19   So School Loop is officially an experiment for me. I’m willing to open myself to it, and to provide such an excellent service for students and parents. But if it even begins to mess with my planning and classes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to skydive.

    20   Moving on, Part the First: On the good end, that thing going down, coupled with my mini-boycott of the Giants made for a rather early doze. While a card-carrying insomniac for years, I still believe that a good night’s sleep is THE key to remaining alert, alive, and positive.

    21  I have learned that my perpetual insomnia can be offset by logging in over seven hours of sleep each night. I had a talk one time with a colleague who also keeps odd hours, and she used to say that five hours was the absolute minimum. She always said that if she woke up and had gotten a minimum of five hours sleep, she’d say to herself, “Got my five!”

    22  I have lengthened that to seven. If I could get eight or nine, so much the better. I had around four hours before I began writing this, was then awakened by Phoebe, the Dog, who knows exactly when you are in your deepest REM’S, shakes her body so that you get conditioned to a pre-bark, and then busts out this high-pitched bark that let’s you know you’d better get up and let her out,  or she’ll need to know the reason why.

    23   That’s the only reason I got this written; my intention was to sleep through the entire night and get this off fresh and early. I would then go in ready to fight the good fight.

    24   Pheebs shook, barked, and kept me honest last night. So once again I found myself tacking away in the middle of the night. After that I went on School Loop and adjusted my announcements. I did it.  It has come to that.

    25   Ah, vell. A part of me likes it because I stay on top of my stuff this way. It isn’t that difficult, and doesn’t take too much more of my time.

    26  It worked. I finished this up, adjusted the stuff, and proceeded to conk out pretty swiftly.

    27  I quite expected to hear a second shaking within a half-hour, followed by a high-pitched bark, and then a bit of an attitude that goes somewhat like this: “You weren’t THINKING of going to sleep now, were you?”

    29   Well…actually…yeah.

    30   Whew. Didn’t happen.

    31   Yeah. Amen.

    32    Got my five. Actually, got my six, and now I’m feeling tan, rested and ready!

    33   Have a GREAT Tuesday. TTYL.

    34   Peace.

    ~H~

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    The Daily News

    1   It’s almost impossible to holla, “It’s Monday!” and sound genuine. I always have this horrific fear and overcompensate for it. But awakening on a Monday and giving out a “holla” rarely happens.

    2   The nice thing about this year is that I actually feel that way when Monday arrives.

    3    I have a GREAT bunch of students this year, and that of itself builds speed as the week churns forward.

    4   Anyway, not too many complaints, let me tellya.

    5   I spent much of yesterday preparing lessons for two different preps that I haven’t done in years.

    6   That’s the tough part.

    7   The fun part is that I’m re-reading the history of the world, and all its amazing literature.

    8   The fun part is that I’m being introduced to things that are also new to me, even though they may be old to the world. I know both English 2A as well as World Literature. It’s just that the anthologies I used a few years back are no longer being used, and there is a LOT of awesome stuff that I’m steadily updating and learning.

    9   As a younger teacher, I would have freaked out by now. As a more “seasoned” teacher, I retain a lot of things I learned in college, as well as things I read on my own, and I actually enjoy learning new “old” things.

    10  So even though I’m a little shaky on some of the material, I am also really excited to learn so much more, and to bring that knowledge to the classroom.

    11  I really can’t wait each week to see where we are headed. I have a pretty solid plan, but catching up and reading stuff that is new to me can still be a bit daunting. But it’s a journey.

    12  Every time I give up on the world, I read something brilliant. It might be from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., or it might be a breeze of Shakespeare; it might be the entire amazement I always hold for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Or it might just be a wisecrack from a new student.

    13  No matter what it is, I can’t get enough of the sudden surge of thought and knowledge that has been thrust upon me.

    14  All that’s good is looking REALLY good these days!

    15  So I’m going to give a great big shout out for Monday for once in my life.

    16  Hope you all are ready for a fun week.

    17  Moving on, Part the First: I’ve been playing this really fun style of blues on guitar lately. It requires different tuning, and is really fun!

    18   I won’t bore you with details, but one of my summer reads is Keith Richards’ autobio called quite simply, Life.

    19  Great book, really telling, but genuine and honest. It’s almost like reading a autobio about Poe, only without the issues.

    20  It is a garden of insanity, psychosis, lilies, deep South blues heroes, heartbreakers, soulful guitar tunings, and recipes for Shepherd pies.

    21  AnywayZ, the goodly Keif (his handle) taught me how to tune my guitars in this amazing key that releases you to play open chords, and sounds you’ve never heard except on Muddy Waters’ or Howlin’ Wolf stuff.

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    22  For you guitarists or even non-guitarists out there, the tuning is five-string G. Play around on Google ’til you find some guy who will show you. Saves me time for hunting down links, and you’ll have fun discovering it slowly like I did. How I avoided this my entire life is beyond me.

    23   I clearly was pretty slow-developing on this stuff. But the sounds are everything from dirty rough enough, scratch and claw plunking, to lyrical stuff reminiscent of the luscious, lyrical sounds of an Autumn night with crickets and moonlight miles.

    24  The stuff is from Chicago, Harlem, New Orleans, Memphis, and I could go on and on, but it is sweet, soulful sounds.

    25   Anyway, I  have two guitars sounding wonderful to me now.  To others who are listening, they probably sound like sand-blocks and triangles going through a food compacter. But I’m playing around with a world of sounds and producing melodies I’ve never come close to.

    26   Not much else on that one, just some sweet sounds on a Sunday. I must needs get a corncob pipe, a harmonica, and an old hound dog named Blue. The sounds still play even when I slumber.

    27   Maybe they’ll seep through on Monday and stay sweet throughout the week.

    28   Moving on, Part the Second: Thanks Keif, for the sounds. He was also kind enough to  include a recipe for Bangers and Mash. Here it is, from the great Keif Richards:

    My Recipe for Bangers and Mash

    by

    Keith Richards

    1  First off, find a butcher who makes his sausages fresh.

    2.  Fix up a mixture of onions and bacon and seasoning.

    3. Get the buds on the boil with a dash of vinegar, some chopped onions and salt (seasoning to taste). Now we’re talking.

    4.  Now, you have a choice of grilling your bangers or frying. Throw them on low heat with the simmering bacon and onions (or in the cold pan, as the TV lady said, and add the onions and bacon in a bit) and let the f#$%ers rock gently, turning every few minutes.

    5. Mash yer spuds and whatever.

    6. Bangers are now fat free (as possible!).

    7.  Gravy if desired.

    8. HP sauce, every man to his own.

    29  And that’s it! Sounds healthy, right?

    30  Free recipe, courtesy of Keith Richards’ amazing autobio called Life.

    31  I just thought it was a fine thing to add.

    32  Maybe not a breakfast thing, but something to think about sometime this week.

    33  Heck, I do her up at breakfast, but that’s just me. And that’s just on Sundays.

    34  Moving on, Part 3: I managed to sidestep the very tacky VMA’s for around the hundredth time last night.

    35   I also skipped 95% of the Giants’ game knowing going in that they’ve run out of fuel, to paraphrase Andy Baggerly in this morning’s Merc.

    36   I ducked and covered during the entire 49er game, and remained on my knees when the Raiders played. And it looks like the A’s had a rainy nightcap. I’m guessing so did their fans.

    37   While I was down on my knees, I gave some prayers and thoughts to families who were devastated by Hurricane Irene over the weekend. Somehow we don’t think it’s a big deal if thousands aren’t killed, but anyone going through the rougher parts of that that must be going through a nightmare.

    38   Back here in Cali, looking at disappointing sports’ teams doesn’t look so bad. Not looking at them makes things even better, sometimes. I was able to read and plan some fun things for the week, grab some little different sounds on guitar, read a little, enjoy a phone call from Caitlin saying that she and Josh got a new car, and enjoy a few anecdotes from Nicole about her school week. Talked a little Niners with my Dad, laughed with my sister, and had some laughs with Helene. Even got an episode or two of Jersey Shore in there, just for sake of honest tackiness. Tattoo you.

    34  So there you go, nice weekend, nice morning, nice vibes, good studying, a nice recipe for the future and I’m good! We’ll keep it short today, sound bueno? So yeah, I’m good.

    35   Hope you are too!

    36   Have a grandiose Monday everybody. Fly low.

    37   Peace.

    ~H~

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    The Daily News

    1   Whew.

    2   I have finger cramps from yesterday’s DN.

    3   I made the mistake of going out to lunch and reading my iPhone stuff.

    4   First off, that’s rude to a waiter or waitress. I never realized.

    5   But I found myself a bit bored.

    6   If I’m dining alone, I usually have the Metro, or maybe a book to occupy the time while I enjoy my break. But yesterday it was just me and my phone, so I decided to check emails, Facebook, and all the rest.

    7   I also like occasionally to check the DN for spelling and idiocy.

    8   Yesterday’s DN looked longer than the Bible.

    9   That’s one of the curses of insomnia.

    10  I just got on some diatribe or other and it never stopped.

    11  So I would like publicly to apologize for going a bit too deep on yesterday’s DN.

    12   It was a bit of a historical piece about school websites, but really took off, and got a bit out of control.

    13   So I’ll try to keep today’s DN “Friday Lite”.

    14   Exhausting.

    15   Moving on, Part the First: You know you’re in trouble when you begin anything with an apology.

    16   But seriously. I’m pretty sure it’s the Giants doing this to me.

    17   They should play their idiotic games at like three in the morning instead of wasting people’s time.

    18   I have worked myself almost to a frazzle the last couple of weeks because I want to be on my game every single day that I go in to teach. I put in tons of extra hours, and think through all my lessons, and STILL have rocky moments in the classroom.

    19   But I could still deliver timely hits and do what I was hired to do. Yesterday I got APPLAUSE for dishing out around nine CDE standards within fifteen minutes.

    20   I got applause from my students for doing what I was supposed to do.

    21   But at a bit of a cost. When I get home and away from work, I find myself absolutely exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

    22  The recent heat wave hasn’t done much to slow that process down. It is absolutely draining.

    23   And the Giants’ games begin at 7 p.m. when they’re home, so it’s a nice thing to come home to. Or at least it WAS.

    24   As a former “coach”, it is pretty frustrating to watch a team perform hideously below their talents. It is quite clear that they have accepted the fact that they can “fight and scratch” late in games. They have become what everybody else has defined them.

    25   That worked when they actually could “fight and scratch”. But someone in that organization needs to change that mindset. They look like a bunch of kids who keep doing the same stupid things over and over, and nobody has shifted their hats from left to right.

    26  I’m not upset with the players; I’m upset with the coaching. If the coaching keeps enabling the behavior, the team is going to falter. Period. And as a guy who has coached young people, I’m watching to see a coach step up and take command of his talent, and of his team.

    27  I’m a Bochy fan, for the most part. His patience last year was heroic. I think his amazing ability to put a team out there every day despite all their injuries and stuff is nothing short of genius.

    28  But in the process, I also see a WHOLE bunch of “enabling”. Easy to do as a coach. You want to keep the confidence up, but you also allow mediocre efforts because of that very thing. You become afraid to lay into someone for not getting the job done.

    29   And that’s why your team loses at home to a team that is forty games under.500.

    30  Anybody who has been in one of my plays knows that I would put up with a lot of mediocre efforts…until crunch time. THEN, if I saw certain people lagging while others were working their asses off, you might have seen a different me.

    31   I’m not proud of the occasional book that would fly into a wall, or a moment of psychotic explosions, but I just couldn’t tolerate the fact that my tech crew would work twelve hours on a Saturday only to come in Monday to a cast member who didn’t know his lines, or who would duck out on rehearsals.

    32   Somehow I was able to instill a bit of fear when I saw people lagging and not thinking like champions.

    33  And as an “educator”, I do realize that such tactics are extreme, and that we do need to stay calm and collected when dealing with younger people. There’s enough psychosis out there in their own lives, and they need adults in their lives who can remain calm and cool through all of it.

    34   But every now and again young people need guidance, and sometimes that guidance is in the form of guided discipline. Any coach knows this, and a good coach stays fair and understanding UNTIL he or she sees some kids working their butts off while others slack off and let everyone else do all the work.

    35   Where is this headed?

    36   The Giants are just any team. Name the team. You will find genuine hard workers, and you will find slackers. You will be in disbelief that there are people on your team who will allow others to do all the work, while they “prima donna”. Happens in every sport. Happens in every group. And a good coach knows right when to lower the boom.

    37   For many coaches, it comes a bit late. They don’t want to ruffle feathers, or interrupt team morale.

    38   But at some point, the “team” needs someone to ream them for not contributing. And the coach can’t yell at the entire team. The coach needs to get into the slacker’s faces and either piss them off, or kick them off the team.

    39   Or simply scare everyone into a better performance.

    40   And as I said, it’s a delicate line. Scare tactics should be few and far between. But when I look at the Giants, for example, I see a team that needs someone to go in their and instill a new mentality. The love fest from last year is over. They need their butts kicked right now, and I keep watching as the coaches and owners continue to enable their feeble, idiotic play.

    41   There’s a reason that Brian Wilson laid out that water cooler. Don’t think he wasn’t letting a few people know that he was pissed off. If the team is HITTING he doesn’t blow that save.

    42   And as I said, this isn’t really about the Giants. It’s about good coaching, for any team. It’s about good parenting in many ways. It’s about good teaching.

    43   The Giants are just out there, looking like a bunch of freckle-faced cub scouts instead of like World Champions. And the behavior continues because they are being enabled.

    44   Sorry, but I get frazzled by laziness and mediocrity. It’s just that I see so much potential, and watch as the very gifted rest on their laurels. Or worse, let the less gifted do all the fighting.

    45   With that, I’m going to cut this one short. Point made.

    46   Long week.

    47   Have a great weekend. Go man go.

    48   Peace.

    ~H~

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  •  a a a archimedes 1 The Daily News

    1   So Steve Jobs steps down as the Messiah of the Apple world. Interestingly, today’s DN was written before I ever got that news, and yet it travels back to some of those early internet days. It is unrelated in any way to the departure of Jobs, so I thought I’d start with that disclaimer. So here goes my story, which begins in the present.

    2   I decided this year to join the twenty-first century and open myself up to this thing called School Loop.

    3   It is an AWESOME thing for parents, teachers, and students. It is a sort of website that we use to remind students of homework assignments, grades, and how they are doing in class.

    4   Years ago when I had noticed that hardly any teachers had websites, I decided to make a couple of websites using Xanga, which I still use to do the DN. Each day I reported what we had learned in class, and what the homework was. I also made a website for the Drama Workshop, as well as for the YB Performing Arts Dept. The Drama Workshop website had all sorts of navigational tools and links, as well as access to the DN archives.

    5   Well, allow me to qualify that: the DN archival access was not the hard-copy DN’s from the 90′s, but the ones I began posting somewhere around eight or nine years ago. I do have boxes of the original DN’s gathering dust in my garage, the oldest hard copy going back to 1996.

    6   Anyway, back to the origin of school websites: Back then, I had looked and almost nobody in the District had a website. I searched school websites, and the vast majority of teachers had nothing but phone numbers. It occurred to me at the time that the internet could be used as an amazing resource, and I wanted to be one of the first teachers to bring teaching into the twenty-first century. I just had no idea how to make a website.

    7   The ESUHSD actually had this “resource” called “Campus Grid” at the time. It had really rudimentary graphics, and it was ridiculous to even try making a website. It was really fun for teachers to copy some idiotic, cartoony graphic, and past it to a “wall”. Beyond that, it was REALLY lame stuff, honestly. A few computer geeks actually had some success with Campus Grid, but overall, the websites of teachers were pretty lame.

    8   The “Grid” had little cartoons, maybe around forty graphics that we could put in, but they looked really flukey and stupid. You might have a graphic of a cartoon teacher standing at a green chalkboard, and holding a pointer. WAY stupid. Or huge apples, because teachers love apples the same way that cops love donuts.  I tried learning HTML at the time. We’re now talking around 2001 or 2002, when geocities was all the roar. Bleh. I’ll get to them later. HTML to me was like trying to learn Russian. Students told me it was easy; I begged to differ.

    9  Around 2001,  I did manage to create ybdrama.com through geocities, spent the entire summer building the website so that students could enjoy navigating, reading “About Us” stuff, looking at pics of old shows, reading archival DN’s, and reading the stories of Heidi, the Theatre ghost. It had a definite charm to it, and I embraced the project wholeheartedly. It even had a comment thread which was often used by students.

    10   At the time, almost NO teachers had websites, yet I had several. I naturally wanted the Drama Workshop website to be the strongest, but I also had websites for my Language Arts’ students, so they could see what we had done in class each day, AND they could access information about homework, and stuff that was due.

    11  Eventually, “Campus Grid” made it really tough to import and use outside websites, so I eventually threw up my arms waiting for something that would work for students, many of whom were just beginning to “get” online stuff.

    12  I kept the ybdrama.com site up for a while, but when yahoo asked for more money, I cut them a check, and my access to the geocities site diminished! My ability to work with the website became restricted.  It became monstrous, because I couldn’t “layer” pictures like I had been able to earlier, and I would write yahoo to complain, but got absolutely no help. They just wanted more money from me, and I flatly refused to give them one more dime.

    13   So I abandoned all of it, and it wasn’t until I discovered Xanga in 2004 that I finally was able to work with something that was easy, manageable, and consistent.

    14   I decided to publish the DN around then, and have been doing so ever since.

    15   I LOVED the entire concept of Xanga, thought it was an AMAZING outlet enabling students to express themselves through writing, poetry, photography, art, music, and many other means of expression.

    16   I used it for my classes, as well as for interacting with students and parents.

    17   As things progressed, I enjoyed coming home and seeing what sorts of creative things students would post. Naturally, it became a means of expression, but also a means of expressing thoughts, feelings, and creativity.

    18   Xanga got to be too much for many, and within a year, My Space became all the rage. I had NO idea why, but My Space took off like a Lear jet as Xanga sat and stared. My Space seemed to me at first to be about rock bands, but I could be mistaken. All I knew was that it shortened expression and seemed pretty big on quicker, shorter, and cheaper means of expression. The massive outpouring of creativity and art almost completely stopped with the onslaught of My Space. It seemed much more surface, and a tad pretentious to me.

    19   I got a bit lost in all of that, maintained Xanga for the DN, and labored on. I still saw education tied up in terms of what it could do, as many things were restricted on official school websites. I wanted no part of all that censorship and stuff. I saw the internet as the Wild West, with vast possibilities as long as it could remain unencumbered.

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    20   Eventually, Facebook reared its ridiculous head. At first, from my own recollections, Facebook was a realm for college students. At least that was the rap. Facebook became quite the thing. No intelligence nor creativity required. Sound bytes and expressions like, “Off to…”, “Woot! Woot!” and “Too cute!” became staples, and remain so to this day.

    21   As a person who had seen the possibilities of using the internet for expression through Xanga, I was appalled at the entire concept of Facebook. I loved the simplicity and openness to personal expression that Xanga had brought, and I felt that Facebook catered to the non-writers, and the shallow of thought. In many ways, I still do think that. Suddenly, exceedingly creative people must write all their thoughts in 40 characters or less. Anybody with any sort of creative thought must proffer their stuff on some website, and link it to Facebook.

    22   I decided finally to allow the Xanga websites I had created for school to die on the vine. It was simply too much to deal with censorship and the ridiculousness of geocities. I had a saloon to run, and damned if I was going to allow something as shallow and fake as a school district to restrict me.

    23   So I decided to focus solely on the DN. In many ways it’s a bit sad, because many of my early ideas about interacting with students and parents were pretty cutting edge, and WAY ahead of their time. And the ybdrama.com website was really awesome, as well as interactive. I kept it up to date, added little things like the weather, and a “chat” thread. I spent hours creating it, and it was fun for a while. Too bad I had utterly no support from geocities. It would still be going to this day if they didn’t keep asking for money and taking away the ability to build it and to make it unique. I pretty much said, “Screw you” to geocities, and have never turned back.

    24   They took my money and then restricted creative control. Later.

    25   So I eventually decided to keep the heart of the DN online, through Xanga. The DN was always unrestricted, even though I had small warnings by administration not to put myself out there. This only made me want to keep it going, AND to use it to editorialize the goofiness of what happens in education. So far, it has worked famously. And I was never unwilling to call some of the imbeciles at the top on their stuff, nor to give my opinions about stupid decisions made by the high and mighty. I was indirectly asked to muzzle it on a number of occasions. It was around then that I decided that I was a journalist, and that they could pretty much kiss my ass. Last time I looked, we had a first amendment that doesn’t exclude teachers.

    26   I decided long ago that the DN was going to be my personal Wild West show, albeit with a bit of taste and culture. I focused my audience on Drama Workshop alumni who had seen the DN posted in the Performing Arts office as early as 1996, and who enjoyed the nostalgia of those days, as well as receiving information about arts and events in the community.

    27   Added to the mix was always my personal observations about world events, the news, the controlled media, corporate ridiculousness, conspiracies, corruption, sports, and the simple goofiness that makes us all cartoons on a daily basis.

    28  Back to the top: When they are not glad-handing and kissing babies, school districts occasionally make right decisions. School Loop is an idea that I had years ago, but that was met with the sound of country crickets. What it does is it creates a communication among parents, teachers, and students. Homework and classwork can be posted on School Loop. Parents can email teachers directly. Grades are posted as soon as the papers come in.  The concept is awesome, and is almost stolen from my early school websites. The idea is to keep parents and students up-to-date on what goes on in my classroom. Novel idea, ten years later. ; ) <— sideways way cool winky guy.

    29   In theory, it seems a panacea to parents, and to students, it is much easier than writing down the teacher’s assignments from the chalkboard. It also allows easy access to emails. In short, it allows parents or students to interact even long after work hours.

    30  This sounds great, but I have always been WAY reluctant to open everything to all parents, teachers, administrators, and students. Why? Because like anyone else, my work day should end after eight hours. It NEVER does, because we have to plan lessons, grade papers, and figure out ways to deliver information to what is often a reluctant and bored crowd.

    31   Already our days sometimes run to 11 p.m., since grading papers takes HOURS on end. I often spend entire weekends grading papers and planning lessons. Your average citizen doesn’t see the work that teachers do, but we certainly know. In addition to all of that, we are sent to different meetings each week, and asked to do what sometimes looks to me as impossible tasks. And heaven forbid if we should forget to answer an email from an irate parent.

    32   Fortunately, or unfortunately, we as teachers have the option of using School Loop or not, because we are protected from having to do work beyond what is in our contract. And yet, as a parent, I feel it is wonderful that schools have opened up to the point that we could communicate all day and all night if need be.

    33   On a practical level, I worried about opening myself to School Loop, because my hours are already ridiculous. Do I now sacrifice my lunch breaks as well as my home life to the company store? With over 150 students and class sizes that would have been laughed at ten years ago, am I going to give my personal life access to nearly 300 parents and 150 students? Every time I post grades, am I going to be confronted by angry students, or by parents who want to know why Johnny got an F on his homework assignment?

    34   The numbers seemed daunting to me, and I opted to stay away from School Loop for years. Younger teachers new to the game are eager to please, and put in long hours worried about every single child, which is ideally as it should be.

    35   We veterans realize that it isn’t a sprint; it’s a marathon. We’ve lasted as long as we have because we have the wisdom to know that working into the night isn’t doing anything for our effectiveness in the classroom. Going in to fifty-five minute class sessions with saggy eyes and a lack of energy makes the actual time we spend in front of students ineffective. Add to this parents who are insecure, or lonely and School Loop is their only means of feeling any sort of control over their lives, and you have a potential meltdown in progress. Some parents latch on to the fact that they can get your undivided attention constantly, and will hound you. Yes, there are people out there who are lonely, and who have issues, and who are controlling. Most aren’t, but the few who are become empowered by the control. The question becomes this: Do I open myself voluntarily to that sort of abuse, just so that I could be great at customer service? Well, we DO get tremendous boatloads of money as CEO’s of classrooms.

    36  And have I finally given in to the ideal of School Loop?

    37   Well, yes, mainly because it does create a wonderful bridge between the home and the school. And if I have to put up with an insecure parent, it might make for the student becoming better. So yes, as of now, I have almost “given in”.

    38   That being said, I also stayed the past three days at the school until almost 7 p.m. each night, answering emails, dealing with angry parents, dealing with wonderful parents, and helping students with their lessons.

    39   Have I bought into it? So far, I like it. It keeps me on my toes, and it also lays all the statistics out there. Johnny got an “F” on his vocabulary sentences because he misspelled ten out of twenty words.

    40   Yesterday, Johnny showed up at my doorstep upset about how his grade was so low on said assignment. The assignment was graded and posted on School Loop the day before. In the past, he had no knowledge of how he did until I handed stuff back after six weeks, and in a whirlwind of papers, his misspelling probably got lost, and became a non-issue. If he is that careless on his work, then when things get handed back, he probably wouldn’t think much about it anyway. But if he is bored at home, and sees a lousy grade, he can show up at my doorstep and demand to know why.

    41   So…is it working?

    42   Time will tell. I do think Johnny will spell his words better now. But I have almost 150 Johnny’s, and twice the amount of parents, as well as administrators, counselors, and support staff all of whom will want conferences and private discussions about all of those Johnny’s.

    43   Have I given up my personal life for the company store? It’s too early to tell. I like that I’m on this stuff, but I don’t like that it is almost 5 a.m. and I’m somehow still dealing with it.

    44   Bottom line: Something I invented years ago has finally made it to mainstream education. It looks “cutting edge” to parents, at least on the surface. Young teachers embrace it, because it is their calling. Older teachers know that by opening that door, they may be adding twice the work to an already ridiculous workload. Yes, we get summers off and all, but when we are working, we work twice the hours of most people, and low to medium pay for the hours we put in. I’m not complaining, mind you, because I really do love teaching. It is my passion, and my calling. But it isn’t without its warts.

    45   So I’m really just bringing in some realities about education in the twenty-first century. With diminishing funds, over-crowded classrooms, and fewer support staff,  the people in the profession continue to work professionally, and diligently, almost beyond belief. Things like School Loop, while inventive and awesome for many, may also result in lessons that are boring, tired, and unengaging to the very students they are intended to support.

    46   So we’ll see. We can’t turn our backs on technology, but if my personal work day doubles, and my effectiveness in the classroom diminishes, then I will shelf School Loop, and defend energetic and creative teaching everywhere I turn.

    47   It’s the least I could do. 

    48   Peace.

    ~H~

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    The Daily News

    1   I don’t know that I could keep watching the Giants anymore.

    2   They have made it ridiculous to watch.

    3    I understand all the injuries, shifts of luck, bad calls, and all the rest, but really?

    4    They’re still my team, don’t get me wrong.

    5    But when I see one small group of people carrying a group, it irks me.

    6     I see it all the time with “grouping” in school.

    7    I LOVE allowing students to work in groups.

    8    But one thing I could never tolerate is when groups allow their strongest members to carry the load.

    9    MANY of you have been there. You do all the work, the research, the entire success of your group, while they chat, play around, and take the A-Train with you. But YOU are doing all the work while they think they’re contributing. Half of the Giants’ current crop of “hitters” are guys who are lucky to have jobs, and who have no emotional investment in the team whatsoever.

    10  I’m sorry Giants’ fans, but I see a team that has a pitching staff doing ALL the work, and then a bunch of wussy hitters swinging from the heals at first pitches, taking  third-called strikes, grounding into inning-ending double plays, booting routine plays, looking stupid on the bases, and walking around telling people that they have to do better.

    11   MEANWHILE…

    12   Their pitching staff continues to work their asses off while these lameboy “misfits” let the rest of the nation know exactly what they are: a bunch of hanger’s on who want a free ride without stepping up and getting timely hits, or intimidating other pitchers.

    13   Grounder to third. “These guys love to scratch and fight.” “These guys are fighters.” Which guys? The ones who keep grounding out and making idiotic errors, or making remarkably stupid baserunning mistakes?

    14   Uh…okay, listen. I’m calling you guys on your stuff. No you aren’t “scratching and fighting.” You are hiding behind the AMAZING pitching staff you have and doing absolutely NOTHING to support them.

    15   So I’m calling you out, Giants. Your boushit no longer plays with this lifetime fan.

    15   You need to step up, and I’m AMAZED that nobody has kicked your ass to do that.

    16   As I wrote those last words, all I heard was “Chopper.” Yes the game was still on. One word. “Chopper.” ’Nuff said.

    17   If I taught the way you hit, I’d be run out of the classroom with a cattle prod.

    18   So I’m done suffering your limp bats and head-up-your-rear thinking.

    19    Gentlemen.

    20    Grow a pair.

    21    Or lose your astounding pitching staff.

    22    You are bums. Nothing personal. But when you ride the talents and efforts of others who are CLEARLY working harder and performing better than you, then you need to dig in and start performing. Otherwise you are bums. And you look like bums.

    23    As a lifelong fan, I have to step up and say that I’m done with your boushit.

    24   Step up and support your pitching, a-holes.

    25   You’re running out of time.

    26    Moving on, Part the First: Okay, well I got THAT out of me. I woke up at around 1:30 a.m. last night and read that, thought it was a tad too harsh and too focused on one thing, and decided to write an entirely different DN.

    27   By 2:20 a.m. I had basically a repeat of the same thing. There really wasn’t that much news yesterday anyway.

    28   How ’bout that heat? KGO announcers always call a day like yesterday “gorgeous”? I called it “Hell”. I made the mistake of wearing a sport coat to work. Stayed late getting my work done and then came home. Is it a wonder I’m a bit irritated this fine day?

    29   Heard on the radio that Hurricane Irene was going to come through Alviso and swallow my neighborhood whole.

    30   Heard Nick Ashford died of throat cancer.

    31   So…Nick Ashford walks into a bar…

    33   Heard Matt Cain got behind by four runs.

    34   Watched the Giants bats lay flat for most of the game, but by some miracle re-appeared for a late-inning cameo. It wasn’t enough.

    35   So no matter how many times I try to re-write today’s DN, the same theme seems to keep sneaking in.

    36   The Giants need a tongue-lashing, and they need to fire about eight guys. Eight guys out. Seriously. Bring Brandon Crawford back up, and bring any young guns up from the minors, and scrape all of these broken-down hangers-on into the trash bin where they belong. The formula of buying a bunch of old guys has worked only once, and that was last year. And that’s only because we had GREAT pitching and a team that performed as a team.

    37   Anyway, I think I’m going to cut today’s DN short, because I’m an enormous fan of the Giants, and I have invested WAY too much of my time believing in a team that clearly no longer believes in itself. The pitching is carrying these guys, and the non-hitters keep not hitting to win. That’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, and needs someone to step up and lay these guys to waste. They need someone to ream them.

    38   I have to guess that I’m speaking out on what a lot of really faithful fans are seeing. We saw it happen in recent years with the A’s, the Raiders, the Niners, the Sharks, and the Warriors. And we finally had some joy and hope last season with the Giants.

    39  But they seem to have hidden behind their long list of injuries to broken-down players lucky enough to still be hired, and talking about how “we really need to step up”, which is all a bunch of talk. The pitchers have stepped up. Pablo Sandoval has stepped up. Walk the walk, gentlemen, or get out of Dodge.

    40   Management needs to clean house. As a true fan, I am finally fed up.

    41   I think I’ll go to sleep now; I’ve been awake since 1:20 a.m. and it’s almost 3:30.

    42   There are certainly worse things. But tonight was the final straw with this team.

    43   The Franchise.

    44   Right now it’s a public joke.

    45   I think I’ll just go in and enjoy teaching today. I work really hard at my job, and while it is never quite perfect, I give it everything I can, every single day. I was the last car out of the parking lot last night, and I’m still not quite ready, but I’ll give it my all, as I do every single day.

    46   So all apologies, just had to vent for a day. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.

    47   Thanks for listening.

    48   Peace.

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     The Daily News

    1   So I definitely did get hacked.

    2   And that’s the end of it.

    3    To me it’s like giving some lunatic his laugh by even discussing it.

    4    So I’m done.

    5    Someone hacked me.

    6     And this is the last I’ll say about it.

    7     Done.

    8     Moving on, Part the First: Yesterday was a beast in the classroom. I had to finish up discussing my Mensa test, which was ridiculously hard. First, it had a bunch of math word “problems” that I was able to figure out on my own. I had decided when I gave the test that I would figure out all the riddles on my own, and THEN look at the answers to see if I got them right.

    9    Amazingly, I did really well in the math area, which I’ve always been  pretty good at anyway. People automatically think that English teachers can’t think like math guys, but that simply wasn’t the case.

    10   Here was one that I not only figured out a few weeks ago, but had to come back and explain to my students:

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    11   The answer is not zeros. Each letter is a different number.

    12   I had twenty things like this, cross-curricula (if we are allowed still to speak Latin, which I can do in short bursts.) . I’ll give you the answer tomorrow, but meanwhile, toss that one around for a bit.

    13   The tough part wasn’t figuring it out; the tough part was remembering HOW I arrived at an answer, and THEN explaining it. I literally had to go back through the thing and to break it down.

    14    Like, I could quote Shakespeare and Tennyson, but ME explaining a somewhat complicated math piece was pretty epic.

    15   Yesterday consisted of me breaking down around twenty of these, THEN dishing out twenty vocabulary words. At the end of the day I almost went over.

    16   The entire idea was to hit these guys the second they walked in. Summer has come and gone, and they needed to be busted in the chops coming right out of the chute. It’s the only way. It’s like jumping into the ocean. You just jump in and let it ice you. The reality of school can be brutal, especially in a school that performs.

    17   But yeesh!

    18    I was still gardening, resting, playing guitar, and hanging with my flowers. It is difficult suddenly to have nervousness and deadlines suddenly surrounding a person.

    19   So yesterday was the reality check for both the students and myself.

    20   I do this each year, but this Mensa test was much more diffiult than the one I traditionally have given. They’re sophomores and seniors, so I wanted them alert and on their toes.

    21   I set the bar pretty high already. I don’t want to make it so difficult that they ignore their other classes, but I do want to challenge them. I have a reputation for being a tad easy. I don’t mind, because I still want students to laugh and relax in my classes. I want them to love learning as I do. But it’s always a thin line. I also want my classes to be filled with laughter and with music a lot of group stuff, because you have your entire adult life to become serious, and it does get serious.

    22   So laughter, music, and nice memories are a great way to swim through the teenage years. It also keeps me young, for what it’s worth.

    23   Moving on, Part the Second: I didn’t get a hold of Nicoley, but I did get word that her first day was enormously successful. I pretty much graded a bunch of papers yesterday, got home late, made some dinner, and proceeded to conk out. I wanted to let her know publicly that I’m proud of her, and I hope she had an amazing day before I do conk out. So Coley, here’s to you, Miss Harrington! A quick sidebar: they call her “Miss H.” Am I a proud papa? You bet. I was always “Mistah H”, or in later years, simply “H”, which I wear to this day, and which I love to this day. So “Miss H”, here’s to you!

    24    Moving on, Part the Thoid: Lecturing all day long can be startlingly exhausting, believe it or not. I’ve been reading Keith Richards’ autobiography called Life, and he talks a bit about when the Rolling Stones broke up in the late eighties, how he had suddenly to become the front man for his own band, the X-Pensive Winos (cheery name!) and how singing for two-and-a half hours required excessive breathing and all. Although he was ticked off at Mick Jagger at the time, he did understand how much more difficult it was to have to carry a concert. His toughest work up ’til then was slinging different guitars over his shoulder and flicking the occasional pick out to the crowd.

    25   Anyone who has sung or who has performed as a lead in a play understands the absolute exhaustion involved in talking for hours on end. I always imagine that radio talk-show hosts go through the same thing. It is not physically demanding, but the simple flow of air for five hours at a time can make a person mentally collapse. Sleep is always a soft pillow away.

    26   Singers get that. Actors get that. Talk-show hosts get that. And I’m pretty sure dancers laugh at that.

    27   Teaching is a performing art. As a person who has taught performing arts for a few years, I don’t think I’m out of my element when I say that. Teachers just don’t know that. Some actually should. How many of us have been the victims of brilliant professors who have utterly no game in the classroom? We respect their intelligence, but they refuse to see that they are on a stage, every single day. AND they adamantly refuse to entertain.

    28   I’m not saying that teaching should be a floor show, but anyone who thinks talking for a full hour is going to engage anyone is fooling himself/herself.

    29   Glad I qualified that.

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    30   A LOT of what I do is scripted. And as the years go by, I realize that the most important things to say are the things you DON’T say. For example, have you ever had that little voice in your head say, “Hold off on that comment; it’s stupid!” only to blurt it out anyway? What you need to realize is that you can’t take it back once you blurt it out. As a teacher you learn this rather quickly, at least if you are serious about being good. Staying classy is an art of itself, and you’d be surprised as to how many teachers screw that one up AND never learn to adjust their lessons.

    31   Dude. If it went over like a lead ball in your first class in the morning, what makes you think that it will suddenly get a laugh or a response the next period? Chuck it. Instantly. Stay classy and take the high road whenever possible. That’s professionalism.

    32   End of teaching lesson.

    33   Well, it’s now 3:30 a.m. as I write this. I thought I had a handle on my insomnia, but clearly not. I forgot what lecturing all day can do to put a guy down by 9 p.m. I awakened at around 2:30 a.m. and have been wide awake ever since. Papers are all graded, and lessons in the tank, but this is sort of how it happens. After all these years I’m convinced that the only way to teach is to awaken, relax with a little writing, and then go back to sleep.

    34   It isn’t really by design, it is simply thrust upon me. I can deal. I likened teaching to firefighting or being a cop. No such thing as normal hours. I actually feel like going to Carrow’s, or the ocean right now. But it’s a little late for that. Had I awakened at around 1 a.m. I might have considered it.

    35   But I think it’s about time to throw a blanket back over me and to hide for a few hours. I’ll awaken fresh as a daisy, armed and ready for another go of it.

    36   And Coley, if you’re reading this, get to bed early and sleep through the night. Don’t look to this old brown shoe for inspiration. He does all the wrong things, and they still somehow turn out right. Maybe it’s being a Giants’ fan that does that to a bloke. But learn good habits; this ain’t the way to teach.

    37   Somehow it does work for me, but it is a strange brew, to be sure.

    38   So with that, I bid you all a good night, and an even better morning.

    39   Live life.

    40   Love life.

    41   Peace.

    ~H~

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    The Daily News

    1  So it would appear that I got hacked over the weekend. I think it was from this guy:

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    2  Somebody grabbed my emails and started sending a bunch of stuff that came back as MAILER/DAEMONS. N00000000000000!!! Dude you have N00000000000 life!

    3   I instantly went online and changed my password, and the stuff stopped. Dude get looked at. Seriously.

    4   That’s just wid.

    5   Like, who would take the time to steal someone’s password, and then send messages about buying soap or something to a bunch of people they don’t even know?

    6   I imagine that happened to me over the weekend.

    7   I think I counted and I had 72 emails I never sent to anyone.

    8   Seriously?

    9   Who’d DO that?

    10  Checked my bank stuff and everything seemed fine.

    11  But just…wid.

    12  Like the whole identity theft thing crossed me. Then I thought, “Who’d wanna be me?”

    13   Ah whatevz.

    14   Well, someone somewhere thought that somehow I must have been worth messing with.

    15   A part of me laughed.

    16   Like, “Really?”

     17  That simple.

    18   You wanna trade lives?

    19   Mine just ain’t that glamorous.

    20   Yours is clearly non-existent.

    21   So I just changed my password, and called it a day.

    22   But yeesh.

    23   Just a little thing, but honestly. <falling into his own hands and blubbering.> Boo hoo.

    24   Okay I’m over it.

    25   Moving on, Part One: Friday marked the last day of my first week teaching this school year, and when I got home I was absolutely exhausted. I’d forgotten how returning to the classroom immediately after summer was. It was not unsimilar to a complete and total heroin withdrawal, or the first time you had to lay off corn flakes. <itching and scratching and continued blubbering.>

    26   Okay, okay, so I over-exaggerate. It’s like anyone else on a Monday morning.

    27   AnywayZ I’m just happy I made it through the first week of school. There’s all this hype before it happens, as well as all this anxiety every year. I’m just thankful that I still have a job in a profession that seems to want to get rid of teachers.

    28   In many ways, it makes me want to work harder. I look at younger teachers who have worked so hard to get where they are and who STILL have to worry, or even to think about doing something different. Teaching tends to be one of those professions to which a person feels a certain calling. Sort of like being a cop, a fireman, or a balloon-animal guy.  

    29   And so far, most of our younger teachers were able to retain their jobs despite all odds, so kidding aside, it is nice to see a younger generation of awesome teachers on the horizon.

    30   Moving on, Part the Second: Case in point: My daughter Nicoley starts her school year today. Yesterday we went to her school and planted some flowers in a flower bed that her parents from last year made for her. It has the handprints and signatures of her last year’s kindergarten class with all of the students’ names and handprints on it. SO sweet! So we bought new, fresh flowers and plants and helped her plant it! It’s right outside Room 11. Here’s a pic:

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    31   She has been working every single day for almost a month now organizing her room and planning lessons.

    32   Her room looks awesome! It is clean as a whistle and is WAY organized. As I write this I almost have to assume she is tossing and turning tonight. The first day of school for any teacher is a combination of thoughts and processes, as well as dreams of sugar plums and fire-breathing dragons, all rolled into one.

    33   It is daunting to say the least, and pretty frightening. I told many of you about that last week when WE started. I’ve been doing this for years and it still scares me, especially the first day. To a younger teacher, it is super intimidating, but is also super exciting!

    34   And it isn’t just the first day of school that is so dauntingly exciting. It is every Sunday night of the year. Every single week is its own story, filled with laughter, high drama, and moments of sweet agony. For as long as I have done it, it is never different. The first day is Opening Day, and is fraught with fears and concerns, but is also triumphantly buzzing with awesome anticipation.  Excitement literally crackles in the air, and LOTS of fun and energy charges and courses through the entire day.

    35   In many ways, watching Nicole go through the same routine is really amazing to a Dad who is a teacher. She is SO ready, and has been for a while now. She was fortunate to have been told last May that she was being re-hired, so this is her first time REALLY making her room her own, and establishing her own traditions.

    36   So this one goes out to Coley: go in there and dance like you’ve never danced before, this time like everyone’s watching! Make this yours, and win everyone over. Nobody works as hard as you do, and it shows. And most importantly: make a difference.

    37   Make a difference.

    38   You have an entire world of supporters cheering you on.

    39    To everyone, have a wonderful Monday.

    40    And to Nicoley: have the Monday of your life. This is your real Opening Day. Live it, and love it. Take pictures. Leave footprints. And work with your heart and smiles. Always.

    41    Peace.

    ~H~

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  •   The LIVE Jive! And a Happy Friday to yuz!!!


    The Daily News

    Thursday LIVE from the Chill: My third period students look terribly bored right now. Yup. This first part of the DN comes to you LIVE Thursday 8/18/11 from P207, EVHS! Thought I’d bring a bit of Classroom Verite’ to yuz. So here goes: Advice to beginning teachers: I haven’t seen any heads crash to the desks yet, but that usually happens during lectures. I used to have a four-head rule. If you see three heads down, time to cut the lecture short; it’s already a dead soldier. Four heads and the place looks like the last act of Hamlet. Avoid this. It is a death knell to thought. Last period was my first of the day, and they were cooperative, and did my basic plan. This period looks a bit bored. But I can use a few cardinal rules to see to it that the overall plan works. Lecture briefly, do classwork, share ideas. Watch for the four heads. One head down is a sleeper. Two is a red-flag. These are rules by which a teacher can survive.


    2   I likewise have the Six-Yawn Rule on classwork. Better to cut it short a yawn and get out there fielding answers than waiting for some guy to finish up his open-mouthed yawn, seeing his ears get redder and redder, and watching as his head eventually falls to the floor and rolls out of the room. This isn’t really spirited teaching, but good gauges as to where things are in the moment. The things you learn.

    3   Later in the Day, Part 1: Thought I’d get this stuff down for the DN readers today. This comes to you LIVE from my fourth period class. I’ve already seen three yawns and some texting. Better get out there and jump through a few hoops. Classwork can become an occupational hazard. Get out there and take charge. Now.

    4   Not a moment too soon.

    5   That last item was all streaming LIVE action from my fourth period class, mind you. I had lectured briefly, and then given the class a Mensa test as classwork. It began to take a bit of time, but I knew that when the yawns started, and the bits of conversation began, to set a five-minute timer in my head. This stuff takes deft timing, great agility, and an ability to allow kids time to socialize. This period I saved  from certain death. I put them into groups, and had them teach one another. Instant success!

    6  They all took the Mensa test, and once they were free to roam, they taught each other how they came up with answers. Worked perfectly. No lecture from me; I just walked around and guided. I’d rather be a guardian angel than a lecturing, crashing bore. The secret was to trust in my own patience. I KNEW they would begin getting bored. Sometimes we can use boredom to our advantage. I saw three active, stretching yawns and that signaled me that they were good for no more than five more minutes. And trust me, as I said, TWO yawns is a red flag. But I steered the course, and used a bit of boredom to achieve a better end to the period.

    7  What this achieves is a hunger to chat, and if played right, a hunger to share frustrations, and to bond. It tends to work every time. And once I release the hounds, they get energized, and excited about helping one another with questions that seemed really difficult. While it sounds goofy, they become explosively active and laughing, and they learn WAY more than if I stood over them at a lectern the last ten minutes of class. That would be no less than the reaper standing there like a dark shade.

    8   Time has passed. This is coming to you a period later, fifth period, right before lunch. This class took charge! Instead of each student figuring out the Mensa questions individually, THIS class immediately started working together naturally, which was really pretty lively and fun! I circulated and gave them hints if they needed them, and then moved swiftly away from the danger. Towards the end of the period, I stopped them briefly, gave a few hints, and then allowed them to resume their group work.This class took on a life of its own, and got to the sharing portion earlier, but it worked better. Less torture, zero yawns, and no heads down! It could have disintegrated into social time, but I circulated and gave “hints” if they needed hints. It became a challenge for each group, and by the end, they climbed all over one another trying to work out the answers. Perfect. You can’t do this with all your classes, because some will get off task. These guys were spot on task, and it showed.

    9   Still later: After a quick lunch in which a few ex-students came in to visit, I returned to a quiet prep period, and then for my last class of the day. They came in pretty rowdy, and I was certain they would climb out of control by 2:45, but when I gave them the “you may begin” command to do their work, they remained unconscionably quiet. It’s 2:50 as I write this item and my class is insanely quiet. It’s unnatural! I fully intend to awaken them in a minute or two just so I know they’re normal! They are ALL on task and working. I even took a picture. I wish I had gotten the clock in, but here is the picture. I took this right after I wrote that “It’s 2:50…”:

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    This is my seventh period class at 2:50.
    A minute later they were all over each other sharing
    answers and enjoying the end of the day!

    10   The final bell just rang, and I’m writing this after school. Here’s what happened. Within a minute of that last item, I told them that I was proud that they stayed on task until 2:50, but that it had me worried! I thought they were in some insidious plot to overthrow my classroom!  I told them they could now talk with friends to see how they did on the Mensa questions, and instantly the room became explosively active and fun! I LOVED it! I gave hints, and then they got answered, high-fived, and before long,  laughter and giggles ensued to the end of the period. I didn’t think to take a pictue of the ensuing chaos, but it was jublilant!

    11   I hit a three at the final buzzer!

    12  And yes, John Le, that one was for you, teach!

    13  Awesome! WAY fun day! If it were sports, I’d be 3-0.

    14   Another amazing day. I used boredom at midday to keep it controlled, and was able to monitor the socializing so that it remained focused on the learning. Each period had its own pace, and as a seasoned veteran, I was able to control the tempo of every single period.

    15   Well, of course, I got home super-charged that things seem to be going right after three days.

    16   Since it’s now Friday, I believe I’m at least able to relax my shoulders, and then put it against the wheel today. Whatever that means.

    17   Always scary.

    18   But for right now, things are calm.

    19   I won’t go further on that one, but I definitely feel that my students were engaged, and learning exactly what I wanted them to learn yesterday. We are now in present time. It’s around 7:30 a.m. Friday morning, and I’m feeling good.

    20   As a “professional”, I feel that these guys are already focused and ready, as am I.

    21   Loved yesterday.

    22   The challenge of writing LIVE DN’s is that I forget that the readers are a day ahead, or a morning ahead, in this case, a Friday morning. Coffee, oatmeal, and chuckles. Or perhaps orange juice, toast and jam. Or maybe a bit of tea and sympathy. Starters. It’s Friday. Who’s ready? Dress down and sprint to the finish today. Finish strong.

    23    And so… It is no longer a LIVE session. It is a sort of reflection of the day before. Thinking back on it, I’m pretty glad that I used a bit of boredom with my third; it’s a class size of 35, which is atomically too many. There is a reading class next door, so the quieter I can keep it, the better. The last five minutes of the classwork was certainly a stretch, but it all worked. As a younger teacher, I would have caved, and they would have been WAY noisy too early. The way it worked was perfect.

    24   I was also visited by the inimitable Sparky at the end of that period, right after I had let the students share their answers. I had put on some Jack Johnson as background music, and they focused on the answers to the Mensa quiz. Some got answers that others didn’t, so it really meshed.

    25   I hadn’t seen Sparky in ages, but have been in touch. It was great seeing him. I explained my techniques, and he saw immediately the results, which he agreed were clearly working.

    26   Sparks was my sound guy in my latter days of directing, and he moved up to EV almost with me. In my days as Activities Director, he became my sound guy when we would have events in the school’s theater. Most of those gigs were paid, so he got paid to do sound for various groups. It worked out great, because I’m okay with sound, but Sparky is extraordinary, as anyone who has ever worked with him knows.

    27    He’s a classic YB Class of ’05 goofball, but professionally,  a sound guy extraordinaire. The best of all worlds.

    28    He sat in on two classes, and he instantly realized that I was completely focused on my students. As I directed the class, I explained ideas and techniques. He had me as a student a few years ago, and he could see that my classes are much more structured, and deliberate. It’s a subtle change, but a definite improvement, because everything is planned, and planned with contingency plans built in. Call it a fail-safe operation, perhaps.

    29   Or perhaps not. I’m going in today, a Friday, with full hopes of getting through it all again. Each day is its own operation. Fridays are their own charge. Friday mentalities are WAY different. All human beings, but Californians in particular have a mentality that Friday counts as a weekend day. Weekends in California tend to begin on Thursday nights. So there’s an entirely different operation going on when it’s Friday.

    30   So it’s a bit risky for me to review the answers today. If that’s ALL I do, they’ll tune completely out and start talking about their weekends, boyfriends, things they love and hate, Facebook, and all the rest. But this week began a day late, so it’s a little out of whack.

    31   What I’ll do today is allow them time to finish up figuring out the answers, group them, and then go through the answers asking for a spokesperson from each group, always a scary thing. The Mensa questions are intelligent, and many of them are really difficult. They were just getting close to the answers to the toughest challenges when the bell rang each period yesterday.

    32   So my gamble is to let them socialize and come up with all the right answers, and to spend the second half of the class sharing. I took the test last Friday, and did pretty well on it, but there were a few questions that took me a long time to figure out. The trick is this: I got the answers a week ago, on my own, but how do I explain how I got the answers? I typed up a sheet the other night, but I have to be completely on my game today, even though it is Friday. “I don’t remember HOW I got this answer!” doesn’t work for students.

    33   Fortunately, I put in a few hours on Wednesday night, and typed up all of my notes in duplicate.

    34   Still…it’s a Friday. With class sizes 35 and up, I can’t afford disorganized chaos.

    35   All this, and I have yet to grade a single paper. So as cocky as all this sounds, there is still a boatload of work to do before I get into a steady rhythm.

    36   But that’s for another time. The reality is that I got through the first week with a lot of hard work and subsequent success, always a challenge. You establish the tenor of your class the first week. If you make it TOO boring, it stays boring. If you allow TOO much rowdiness, it establishes itself as rowdy and freewheeling.

    37   Today will be the test. At least for me. I have to tone down the socializing, and keep a steady keel on making sure things are controlled. It won’t be easy, but I am blessed that I have made most of my mistakes in the distant past.

    38    Fingers crossed. Today will define a LOT of the year, so I still walk with leaden feet on a lot of fragile eggs. I’ll dress down, but I’ll sport school colors today, which we do on Fridays.

    39   It’s a challenge, and a challenge I don’t mind sharing with DN readers.

    40   So there you have it. Some LIVE reporting, directly from the front lines. And perhaps some insight into a week in the life of a teacher, and a first-hand glance at Opening Week in a neighborhood school.

    41   Now it’s time for me to get ready, and for you to fold this thing up and get on your way. You have things to do. Time for all of us to get to gettin’.

    42   Have a fun weekend; I’ll report back on Monday.

    43   See ya agin.

    44    Peace.

    ~H~

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       a a a arthur 1 The Daily News

    1   All’s quiet.

    2   Amazing how much I enjoy quiet, even though philosophically, one can make a case for there not being a quiet place on the Earth.

    3   I say this boldly because I assume that somewhere there is, and that I’m simply too lazy to google it.

    4   As far as I know, I’ve never experienced absolute silence.

    5   I say this because my quiet class is working as I write this. I decided to write during class when the students are working on classwork. This is the same class as the first day, the class that came in five minutes early.

    6   In my entire history of teaching I’ve never had a class show up five minutes early and stay in the room.

    7   They already had today’s lesson yesterday (the selfsame first day), so I had to stretch my review a little longer, fully anticipating, “Oh! I told you all of this yesterday? My bad!”

    8    I don’t think they picked up on the fact that I was throwing a lot of filler into the lesson. Trying to keep all your classes lined up and even is a part of the art. This class was almost a full day ahead of my other classes, so I sped up the other classes and slowed these guys down. It’s akin to doing digital recording.

    9   It worked.

    10  I’m home as I write this portion of the DN, and my last class was actually behind all the others!  Their stuff worked so well the first day that it ended, if you recall, with John Sebastian’s Welcome Back as the final bell rang. But I left a major portion of their lesson OUT yesterday.  So I had to rat-a-tat the Arthurian story of the sword in the stone and the wedding gift from Guinivere’s father to the bride and groom.

    11  That would be the Round Table, of course, which brings instant images of pizza and guys dancing on street corners with cardboard lunch ads. Ah, corporate America.

    a a a arthur 3 round table pizza

    12   You can run but you can’t hide. My intention wasn’t really to teach the Arthurian legend this early in the year, just to use it to augment an entirely different lesson. But this also sets up Arthur for later in the year.

    13   Strategies, strategies, strategies.

    14   The students were awesome for the second straight day. The first few days are always scary, especially if things have gone well, which they have.

    15   Personally, I tend to forget that the students are far from being into any sort of routine with my class, so if I go in relaxed, I could easily get killed by sudden, explosive rowdiness. The early days of the school year are a bit of a leaded stroll on delicate eggs.

    16   So far, so good.

    17   I’ll keep you posted. I don’t want this to be all about teaching. Just wanted to give people a slight taste of what goes on when a school opens.

    18   Moving on, Part the First: So the first part of today’s DN brought up the entire issue of silence, and in fact, absolute silence.

    19   After having taught all day, coming home,  and watching the Giants beat ATL in another heart-wrenching game, I sat down to plan some lessons. Spent two hours while the teevee blasted Bridezillas at me.

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    20   Amusing show when it is working as a loud, brash lava lamp. Some of those brides need serious therapy. Point is, it was brash and loud, like clanging pans and donkeys.

    21  I eventually pulled up the DN, which I had started during class yesterday, and simply couldn’t concentrate. Bridezillas somehow went on another go, and the clanging pans and donkeys started in clanging and braying once again, only this time it sounded like the teevee had turned itself up so it could hear over the braying ladies of the veil.

    22  At one point, I looked at my reflection on the computer screen and saw that I had acquired around forty more wrinkles in my forehead. You could grow corn in those rivulets. Clearly the noise had gotten to me.

    23  I looked frantically for the remote, and almost destroyed the coffee table trying to get at it so that I could push first “mute” and then, “off”.

    24   The braying and clanging and screaming reached a crescendo, and I pulled the remote into the air. With the ferocity of Thor I brought down the handle, finally pushing the “off” switch.

    25   Absolute silence.

    a a a arthur 1 absolute silence

    26   No. I had achieved absolute silence. I don’t care what John Cage or any other pseudo-audio-intellectual has to say about it. It was for one billionth of a cosmic second, but I truly believe I achieved what guys like Cage claim is impossible.

    27   I wonder if Einstein would understand this?

    28   All things are relative. The annoyance level of that one show had reached a dizzying proportion almost intolerable to the human psyche.

    29   When the remote shut that dreadful cacaphony down with such utter swiftness, I am convinced that for one billionth of a cosmic second the Creator of the Universe, or God, or Joe-the-Bear, or whatevs, allowed me an extreme taste of absolute silence, which is also the magic of music: not the notes, but the nexus, the silence between the notes, the magical silence that makes music music.

    30  I think there are these cosmic cracks that give us a peek at the alternate world that may just co-exist with our own sense of cosmic reality.

    a a a arthur 2 abolute silence

    31  And I’m not even on medical marijuana.

    32   It’s closer in essence to the guy who keeps hitting himself over the head with a hammer. When another man approached the guy and asked, “Why do you continue to hit yourself over the head with a hammer?” his reply was, “Because it feels so good when I stop.”

    33   Moving on, Part the Second: Okay, okay, so I just took a cattle prod to Siddhartha, who somehow had hacked into my body and typed all that stuff you just read.

    34  I hate when that happens.

    35   Like you’re on Facebook, for example, and you get up to get a snack or something, and when you come back, some geek has written, “…has just adjusted a massive wedgie.”

    36   Where is absolute silence when you screamingly need it?

    37   Just some thoughts.

    38   Moving on, Part the Thoid: Now that school is back in session for a lot of people, have they brought in the Halloween stuff yet? Do you ever wonder this: do the seasons change corporate focus, or does corporate focus change the seasons?

    39   For example: As early as May we begin to see seeds, gardening tools, swimwear, sunglasses, coolers, beach umbrellas and stuff begin to appear in stores. Quite soon thereafter, we start seeing graduation things, balloons, mortar boards, Class of Fill-in-the Blank, etc. We see ads for Dads and Grads. Immediately after Fathers’ Day everything turns red, white, and blue. The flowers and garden areas brim with color, and all ads go fireworks. The day after the Fourth of July, all that stuff is on clearance, and binders, books, and school supplies fly into our vision, culminating in a monstrous hurricane after a school district has Opening Day. After this weekend, I’ll bet we’ll see all those rows and rows of neat binders and pencils and crayons and all lying on sales tables.

    40  And they’ll instantly have Halloween masks, lights, costumes, extension cords, and all the rest out by next week.

    41  Is there ever a season that is just the season anymore? Our every move is defined by seasonal profits. It’s massive. Always has been.

    42  I remember when I used to direct shows, that we would be working through October, and our opening weekend was traditionally the first two weekends in December.

    43   Nearly every year for a lot of years I would work so hard on deadlines that I wouldn’t really notice too much of the seasonal stuff, just that we would often go into costume stores to see if we could buy things for our shows. I would never really realize how close we would be to an opening night until I would stop everything, reach for a moment of absolute silence, which often happened while standing at center stage of the amphitheatre at YB. It would usually be on some November morning when I would look through the cherry trees at the quad and see Santa Claus’ face peering back at me.

    44  Happened more than once. Santa would be smiling through the cherry tree leaves, a nice, happy smile, but it would happen, and I would think I was hallucinating, because it couldn’t possibly be that close to Christmas.

    45  My vision would then unblur, and I would always realize that it was a Coke truck with Santa’s image on the side against a white backdrop.

    46  It would all swirl around, but it would also happen after one billionth of a cosmic second.

    47   And so we go full circle.

    48   I like to think beyond evolution. I like to think that those sorts of moments give us a hint about something bigger. I joke about absolute silence. Cage once put himself in some sound-proof chamber that was as close to absolute silence as one could get, and emerged telling people that he could still hear his breathing and his heartbeat.

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    49   Some people just refuse to be happy.

    50   I think someday I could be truly happy.

    51   I was last night, actually.

    52   For one billionth of a cosmic second.

    53   Maybe that’s all it takes.

    54   And that’s about all I can take. Gotta leave ya!

    55   Have a great day. Enjoy your tea and crumpets.

    56   Peace.

    ~H~

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