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Day #135

I love my boss. When she's critical, it's constructive. When I tell her I don't get something she shows me how to do it. She worked with me for two weeks, planning lessons and co-teaching my class because she likes to do that with all her team-members; not only does it help us learn the Expeditionary Learning techniques we need to know at this charter school, but it helps us develop a stronger professional relationship. While she was teaching in my room she noticed my frustration at trying to teach editing with Word and an LCD projector and hand-written charts and the dry-erase board. A couple weeks later an ELMO document reader showed up in my room, so now I can edit paragraphs manually and show text and images and even three-dimensional objects without having to scan them into my PC or blow them up and print them out.

My school is awesome, my boss is great, and the kids drive me bonkers! Well, some of them. But this school year is ticking away quickly.

Here's a good indicator about the kind of school year I've had compared to the previous three years: April 28th was the first day I saw a student's blood. If you followed this blog when I was at Booker T. or at the March, blood was a routine part of my job. We are more than 2/3rds done this year and I just saw blood for the first time! And it wasn't blood from a fight, it was blood from stupid seventh grade boy horseplay! I was almost happy to see it, because I got to say "See, I told you you were going to put an eye out," after three boys tried to tackled another boy in my room and one ended up splitting his eyelid open on a metal screw in a chair. I've always wanted to use that "put an eye out" line.

Books #14 and #15

Yay! I canz read growed up books!

It's fitting that Mr. Toibin opens this collection of short stories with an excerpt from Henry James's notebooks, because he's very much a writer in the same vein as The Master. I don't mean stylistically, because James wrote much more convoluted and intricate sentences. While James would have been aghast at some of the frank sexuality in these stories, I think he'd recognize the trans-Atlantic nature of many characters in them. James specialized in innocent Americans going to the Old World to be victimized by wicked old Europeans; Toibin writes about Europeans who've escaped to the New World, and find themselves displeased at going home.

Toibin can capture a person's consciousness quite as readily as James did; he writes gay and straight, male and female with equal conviction and compassion. I've read The Master and Brooklyn, and was not a bit disappointed by these tales.



I assigned this novel to some of my higher level kids over Spring Break--I think it's quite good. Jethro is a youngin in rural Illinois when Civil War breaks out and rends his family in two. His path to maturity includes running a mule team and wagon to town alone, facing down accusations that his family harbors Southern sympathies, and writing a letter to Abe Lincoln about a complex moral issue. That's all I'll say about this book, which deserves its reputation as a classic YA novel.

Spring Break

Made the most of Spring Break this year by taking the train to Manhattan Friday night. We stayed at John and Leesha's place and ate several fine meals. The highlight of the weekend was seeing The Lion King on Broadway: it was my first such experience, and the fact that young Simba was a student of mine from SBCS made it all the more exciting. For a $20 donation to an HIV/AIDS charity we got to take photos with the stars--young JB was shocked when I walked over. "You could have told me you were coming, Mr. Geoff," he complained. The woman photographer asked if he wanted a picture of us together and JB asked "do I have to pay the $20"? I told him how good he was, and then teased him about his homework. "I left it at home!" he swore. Heard that one before...

On Sunday we went to the Cloisters Museum. I'd never been, and liked it a great deal. There was one gallery in particular which really captured the feel of an old Gothic church chapel, with a few dukes and duchesses in repose in their sculpted marble tombs, some stained glass from churches in Normandy, and reconstructed bits of doorways and architectural details from the old country here and there. I also really enjoyed the gardens and the unicorn tapestries.

We rented a car from Manhattan and drove west, but only made it halfway across PA before we stopped for the night in scenic Clearfield. The Super 8 was brand new and rather nice. Not much to do, however, other than sleep. There was a Sheetz and a Wal-Mart, but the Dutch Kitchen was closed.

We made it to Chicago Monday evening. Cold, rainy, and blustery! But we checked into the Hotel Knicerbocker off the Miracle Mile and strolled around anyhow. What a gorgeous downtown! We had the mandatory deep-dish pie at Due and that set the tone for an over-stuffed week.

Highlights:

Millennium Park: we first played around there in the drizzle, but got to see it in sun a couple days later. I love the interactive nature of the sculptures and fountains, and how the city itself is incorporated as artwork.

The Arts Institute: A premier collection, on a par with the Met or the National Gallery. Thank God the Ancient Americas exhibit was closed; though I was disappointed by that fact I think my feet would have fallen off had I strolled another gallery. We did the whole thing in one day, and I don't recommend this to anyone older than 19. But it's hard to resist such a profound collection. The new Modern wing is delicious, with spectacular views of the Chicago skyline visible via floor-to-ceiling windows in many rooms. Many famous works: Edward Hopper, Grant Wood, Picasso, Van Gogh, Seurat, etc. Not much in the northern Renaissance period, but they had an exhibit with a rare DaVinci canvas (Madonna of the Yardwinder) and several Jean Hey canvases which satisfied quite well my craving for oldies and goodies.

The Shedd Aquarium: We had to contend with busloads of school kids, but the aquarium is worth it. I think B'more has them beat in a few areas: our dolphin show is better by leaps and bounds, we have sharks out the wazoo, and our rainforest exhibit beats theirs hands down. But Shedd has an outstanding Philippine coral reef display, and they have beluga whales. B'more hasn't had belugas in nearly two decades...

The Cultural Arts Center: What an amazing building! Two Tiffany domes, one mosaic and one stained glass? Intricate inlay and mosaic work all over the place, a la the Library of Congress? Ornate stair cases? Gotta love it. Oh, and free galleries, music, lectures, nice cafes. And incredibly patient and helpful information staff.

Architectural Tour: Do the Chicago river architectural tour. It's worth it, and you can see many fine buildings and learn their history without hurting fallen arches, corns, and bunions. Bundle up, however, if you go in April!

Arun's: This Thai place was featured in the book "1000 Things to See Before You Die." I'd put Arun's there, definitely--and if I had a dying wish it might be to go back there again. It's pricey, yeah, but that's unquestionably the best restaurant meal I ever had. 12 courses! Let's see if I recall them all:

--a leaf stuffed with amazing goodies which exploded delightful flavors all over my palette.

--a spring roll cut in two with crab piled in the middle

--a rice dumpling stuffed with spiced chicken and veg

--a crab cake with asparagus and a squash pouch decoratively affixed atop it (Cha's fell over--a recurring theme!)

--fine noodles and noodle-encrusted shrimp with scallions and bamboo and awesomeness

--an exquisite mushroom soup

--red snapper battered and glazed

--lobster tail

--shrimp curry for me and beef for the Mrs.

--a dish of diced eggplant, chicken, and cilantro encircled by artfully arranged veg. I should point out that the garnishes were ridiculous. There was a carrot carved into a goldfish that Cha brought home in a cup. I think she is going to put it into our aquarium.

--a crepe filled with custard with creme and black cherries

--a pastry dish containing lychee sorbet with a ginger-baked pear

And an exquisite pinot noir topped it all off. I think the bill was nearly what we paid for four nights in the hotel...

Seth: after exchanging emails, music, movie and book recommendations, and blog comments for much of a decade, I got to meet Seth in person. He kindly met us for lunch at Smoke Daddy, where I had a delicious pulled pork sandwich and a quality local brew. Seth even paid for lunch and gave us a brief tour around the neighborhood to boot. It was an enormous pleasure to meet him and chat about what we'd seen and done.

So Chicago was great. I'll definitely go back, but probably will go in the summer next time. The weather this week was atrocious! It rained the entire drive home yesterday, but we still made it in 12 hours.

Vacay

Had a great weekend in NYC--thanks to John and Leesha for putting us up and showing us a good time. We saw The Lion King starring SBCS sixth-grader JB, and we even managed to score a photo op with young Simba and Nala afterward.

The drive to Chicago was pleasant. We're in the Knickerbocker hotel about to head out and see the Art Institute. Alas, the weather is cold and rainy today, but whatcho gonna do?

More later...

Day #130

Had a doctor's appointment today. Just as the nurse is drawing my blood, he pops his head in the door and we have this dialogue:

ME: I wandered if I'd see you today. I have a strange growth on my shoulder.
HE: You mean your head?
ME: No, a bit to the left of that. No--the other left.
NURSE: I just started taking his blood so you have to wait a minute.
ME: Sorry?
NURSE: Him, not you.
ME: Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you could boss him around.
HE: I'm low man on the totem pole. I'm not even a supervisor any more.

I'm very lucky to have had the same GP since I was 14 years old when I got my first physical to run track in high school. I hear about people struggling to find a doctor, and having terrible experiences with doctors, and their doctor retired, and their doctor no longer accepts their insurance, and I feel very priviliged.

Even though his practice has just been absorbed by a larger conglomerate, I still have him, and I see him twice a year.

Surprising teacher fact: My blood pressure was 106 over 12 today. How is it that after nearly 4 years in the Baltimore City School System, my blood pressure is even lower than it was when I started?

Day #125

The tank is on E. By tomorrow afternoon I'll be running on fumes. By Friday I'll be pushing kids out my classroom, with a boot up the butt if necessary.

Spring Break is four days away!

Book #13

I've found the novel I was looking for; I needed engaging fiction with short chapters for a read-aloud at the end of each class this spring. I needed it to center around the Civil War. And The Mostly True Adventures of Homer P. Figg is exactly what I was looking for, because our focus question will be "What is worth fighting for?" This book will help the kids think about that question.

Rodman Philbrick doesn't flinch from the complexities or nastiness of war and slavery, but he provides a central character who processes this world through a sardonic and compassionate POV. Figg is funny and though he is a liar and serial exaggerator, he is willing to fight and die for what he loves and believes in, much like the heroes of certain famous Mark Twain novels with which he has a lot in common.

Homer P. Figg and his brother are orphans who live with their wicked uncle in Maine. Homer's older brother Harold is sold into the Union army by their uncle, launching our hero on a quest to find him and bring him back before he is killed in battle. Homer's exciting and often amusing adventures eventually land him in the heat of action at Little Round Top in Gettysburg. Along the way he meets abolitionists, slave hunters, conductors on the Underground Railroad, spies, and scammers.