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A Taste of Home

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Last night was one of those nights that I did not have time to cook between the time I got home from school and the time we had to leave for three of us to be at two different meetings at the same time.  So last night, I dug in the freezer to bring out one of my treasured containers of barbeque.

Not just any barbeque.  This is barbeque that can only be found in eastern North Carolina.  It starts with a pig cooked slowly in a pit with a vinegar based sauce that simply cannot be duplicated outside the state lines.  The reheated barbeque from the freezer is not as good as the sitting down in my favorite restaurant back home, but it is still a treat that carries my tastebuds back.  If you ever drive through eastern North Carolina along I-95, pull off at the Wilson exit and find Parker’s or Bill’s and be prepared to feast.  Just don’t forget to take cash because plastic is not always accepted.

Here is a poem I wrote to try to capture the experience.  It doesn’t quite do it justice, but it will have to do until I make it back again.

A Taste of Home
 
A fleet of waiters–
young men with lanky arms and legs
that stretch across tables
and old men, short with pot bellies–
tap their feet as they wait
for the square tables to fill,
empty, and fill again as the tides
of hungry patrons ebb and flow
within the walls of warm pine panels
where time twists and turns and
stands still within a whirlwind of constant
noise and motion.
Our waiter swoops upon us
before we even sit down
in the wooden chairs crammed between
walls and table,
his pen poised to take our order
before we’ve been given menus.
I’ve been gone too long
and have to let my eyes linger on a laminated menu
before ordering what I always get–
steaming barbeque, crisp french fries, Brunswick stew, shredded slaw,
sweet hushpuppies and chewy cornsticks
washed down with iced tea so sweet and strong–
With another swing of the kitchen door,
our waiter strides across the hardwood floor
worn smooth with years of pounding feet,
his arms laden with plates piled high
with the taste that takes me home–
shredded pork barbeque slow roasted in a pit
and drenched with vinegar and spices
that can’t be found outside the radius of home.
Each tangy bite pulls me back through the years
as timeless sounds wash over me:
the clatter of dishes mingles
with the cadence of conversations
and greetings called out in a drawl
I’ve long since lost.
Brunswick stew threatens to ooze
into the pile of cabbage shredded into tangy slaw,
and I spare a few bites between sips of tea,
but my fork snags mouthfuls
of the shredded pork barbeque
that may be world-famous
the length if I-95,
but for me the blend of vinegar and spices
calls me home
as I push away from the table,
sated and satisfied until I can return again.

To Read, or Not to Read

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That’s not really the question since I’m always reading.  But believe it or not, I don’t wish to read every book I’ve come across.  When I came across this post from Deb Day, I knew I wanted to share it with my students and write it myself.

The assignment is inspired by a quote from Oscar Wilde:

Books, I fancy, may be conveniently divided into three classes: 1. Books to read 2. Books to reread 3. Books not to read at all.

That reminded me of a quote from Sir Francis Bacon that I first encountered in high school.  I’ve never forgotten it (or the gist of it, anyway.  I had to look up the exact words).

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

These quotes do describe how I read books.  Some books I devour quickly in one sitting.  If it is a really good book, I might reread in order to digest it more slowly.  Some books I scan and skip through, looking for just the information I need.  Occasionally, I will find a book that forces me to slow down and savor from the very beginning.  It doesn’t happen often, but I have found books that I’d just as soon not read.  Here are my selections for each category as of right now. If you ask me the same question tomorrow, I just might have different answers.

Books to Read

This is the hardest to narrow down.  I have books to read stacked on my desk, stashed in boxes,  and listed on GoodReads–all waiting for me to read them.  These are the books that are nearest the top of my TBR pile that I will be reading over spring break next week.

Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant by Veronica Roth

imageI must be the only reader left in the world who has not read this trilogy yet.  It’s not that I don’t want to.  I just haven’t found time amongst all the other books, but now that the movie is upon us, I don’t want to put it off any longer.  I ordered the complete set last Saturday and look forward to reading them from beginning to end all at once.

The Mighty Miss Malone by Christopher Paul Curtis

imageIt was so hard to choose just one from the box that has the books from the latest book order.  All of these titles are ones that I’ve been hearing such good things about from my Nerdy Book Club friends.  The Mighty Miss Malone comes to the top because I loved Bud, Not Buddy.  When I heard that Curtis gave Miss Malone her own story, I knew I wanted to read it.

Books to Reread

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

imageI first read Jane Eyre when I was in middle school.  I can remember curling up with a stack of pillows and blankets in the bottom of my closet, reading by the light of the lamp I drug in.  (Don’t judge me.  The closet was the only place I could escape my brother and hide the soul-wracking sobs that the end of story brought on.  Jane was so brave and smart and feisty.  And Mr. Rochester was so mysterious.  I still pull this book out every few years to read again.

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

imageA friend lent me her boxed set of the entire Chronicles when I was in the hospital in fifth grade.  Peter, Susan, Edmond, Lucy, and all the rest kept me company during those long days and nights in the hospital. (And caused my doctor much frustration because I preferred reading to resting.)  As soon as I got home, I begged my parents to buy me my own set.  I cannot tell you how many times I’ve reread them in the years since.  They were the first chapter books I wanted to share with my daughter, and I still love them.  Whenever I need a break from my life, I know a trip to Narnia will give me a fresh perspective.

Books Not to Read at All

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

imageYes, I’m an English major and an English teacher, and I have never read Moby Dick.  I tried.  I got about a third of the way into it (when the main character–I’ve forgotten his name and refuse to look it up–finally makes it onto the deck of the ship.  I found I had no patience for the lengthy detours and details on the way to the main story.  I did read the graphic novel version about the time I gave up on Moby Dick.  Comparing the graphic novel to what I did read, I can’t say that the graphic novel left out anything important at all.  I will not be going back to this one–ever.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

imageTrue confession.  I actually did read this book.  I didn’t get it.  I tried it more than once.  But I still don’t get it.  Why do people say it is a great love story?  Who could possibly fall in love with Heathcliff?  I just don’t get the appeal.  It’s dark and depressing.  I have finally given up.  This love story is not for me.  I will never get it.

Tug of War

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Ever since I moved to Indiana, I’ve heard people say, “If you don’t like the weather, stick around a few days.  It will change.”  After the past few weeks, I sure believe it.  We’ve had everything from snow and cold to sunshine and warmth to thunder and tornadoes.  Oh yeah, don’t forget the flooding and the beginning of allergy season.

Here’s short haiku I wrote and then published using Haiku Deck.

Rocking and Reading

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The Village Lights Bookstore was filled with early morning quiet.  Even the bells on the door jangled softly as I pushed it open.  Soft strains of classical music floated through the air.  The few people in the store spoke in whispers, including us.  A  woman sat in the rocking chair in the front window, turning the pages of her book.  Soon I would take her place for my part in the Rock ‘N Read Around the Clock celebration (part of NEA’s Read Across America).

I wandered through the shelves while I waited for my turn to read in the window.  I was drawn to the young adult shelves first, but branched out to discover other titles, too.  I was hoping to find Veronica Roth’s Divergent trilogy (Am I the only person left who hasn’t read them?), but they didn’t have it in.  No worries, the bookstore could order it for me, and I came prepared with my own book to read–Full Ride by Margaret Peterson Haddix.

imageA bell chimed, signaling the time to switch readers.  I stepped into the window and settled into the rocking chair.  It was an old-fashioned rocking chair with a cushioned seat and back.  Behind me were shelves displaying books by Dr. Seuss. (This read-a-thon was in honor of Dr. Seuss,  of course.)  Large window panes framed two sides in front of me, giving me a view of pedestrians passing by on the street outside.  Many of them smiled and waved if I happened to look up from my book at the right time.  A couple of the bookstore cats came by to sniff my fingers that I let dangle by my side when I glimpsed their approach.  But most of all I went along for the ride as Becca and her mother flee the infamy caused by the arrest and trial of Becca’s dad.  They hope to start over with an anonymous life in small-town Ohio, but the secrets of their past threaten to overtake them.

Too soon the bell chimed again, and my time was up.  How could that be?  I still had pages to go in my book.  At least I left with an invitation to take part in World Book Night.

A Day in the Life of Testing

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My second period students poured into the classroom.  Some sat down quietly in their seats.  Others bounced like pinballs between the desks before they found their places.  As everyone got settled, I started passing out supplies.

First, I hand out the wintergreen mints.  No, you don’t have to take one if you don’t want one.  No you can’t have all the extras.  Next I hand out pencils sans erasers.  It seems that if you erase anything on the test, it creates an unreadable dark blur when scanned for the scorers to read.  If they scorer can’t read what you write, you can’t pass.  Finally I pass out the test booklets.  No, don’t open them yet.

I glance at the clock and take a deep breath and start reading the instructions.  After three days, we all have the instructions memorized.  I try to put in as much enthusiasm as I can.  Yes!  You get to write today, but they aren’t buying it.  Then the first hand goes up.

“Why do you have to read these directions again?  We all know them.”

“Why can’t we use erasers?”

“Who scores these tests? Do you have to be smart to score them?  How much money do they make?”

After three days, I recognize these questions.  They are delaying tactics.  The more questions they ask, the longer it will be before they have to face this session of the test.  I glance at the clock, knowing that we have scheduled just enough time to get through the directions and leave enough time for the test.  I cut the questions short. (I promise my students we can talk about them after the test if they wish. For some reason, no one has any interest in these questions then.)

I instruct my students to open their test booklets.  It’s time to begin.  They clench pencils in their hands and begin reading.  I prowl up and down the rows of desks, smiling encouragement at anyone who lifts their head to look my way.  Occasionally, a hand goes up.  “Can you tell me what this word means?”  I shake my head and reply, “I can’t tell you that.  Read it again.  You can figure this out.”

As time clicks by, I mark the remaining minutes on the board:  30 minutes remaining, 15 minutes remaining, 10, 5.  The hands go up more frequently now.  This time pencils have worn down and become dull.  I wander up and down the rows with a handful of freshly sharpened pencils, trading them for worn out lead.    At last every student closes their test book.

Now we wait to see what strangers think of our work this week.

10 Good Things Today

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I have enjoyed reading a variety of posts with different variations of “10 Things Right Now.”  Since today has been one of those days where good things kept bubbling up and are still fluttering around my brain, I wanted to try to capture ten of those moments in a list of my own.

  1. My very energetic, very excited students in my homeroom/1st period class helped me to rearrange the desks in a large circle this morning.  It is such a relief to have something different than the rows required for standardized testing.  In fact, they did such a good job, I’m going to ask them to help me move the desks back in rows tomorrow morning before our testing begins.  Just two more days and we can get back to our regularly scheduled classroom fun.
  2. Since we are in the middle of state testing this week, my first two classes could not go to the library today because other classes were testing there during those periods (and our regular library day got snowed out last Monday).  Instead, I brought the library to them with the help of our awesome librarian/media specialist.  I couldn’t bring all the thousands of books to my classroom, but I did have a well-stocked cart of high interest, popular titles.
  3. Our awesome librarian even gave me the super secret password (Okay, it may not be super secret since the 8th grade library monitors get it, too.) to the card catalog so I could check out library books to my students right from my classrooom.  Oops!  I forgot to put due date cards in the books for one entire class.  I hope she won’t fire me because I am way too excited about this.
  4. My secret evil plan (to match students with books they are dying to read) worked.  Before my homeroom left, I spread books around the desks for a game of musical chairs–library style.  I have strict instructions that they could not look at the books.  Of course, they did, and before homeroom was over I was checking out books to students who couldn’t wait to start reading.
  5. Musical chairs–library style.  Don’t worry, it is not a contact sport, and the only thing eliminated are books that aren’t for you.  While the music plays,  students walk around the desks.  When it stops, everyone sits down and grabs a book from underneath.  After spending two minutes getting to know the book, students rate it as “Love it!” “Maybe,” or “Not for me.”  Then the music begins again.
  6. My most musical class got into dancing while they walked around the chairs.  They even broke out in song during our read aloud today from Gary Paulsen’s Notes from the Dog.  When I read the line, “Grandpa says we are a family of men,” I heard “Men, men, men”  in perfect harmony.  Wait a minute.  Surely 7th graders aren’t old enough to watch that show.
  7. Both classes listening to Notes from the Dog laughed at all the right places.  Thank you, Gary Paulsen.
  8. The class listening to Endangered by Eliot Shrefer hung on every word.  I savored that as most of the time no one wants to sit still for anything during the last class of the day.
  9. While my students were getting to know books through musical chairs, I discovered a new book by Margaret Peterson Haddix that I haven’t read–Full Ride.  It looks exciting.  I’ve already peeked, but I’m trying not to read it until Saturday when I have volunteered to sit in a bookstore window to read for their Read Across America celebration this month.
  10. Yesterday, I shared the awesome doodling that my students have been doing while listening to Moonbird by Phillip Hoose.  Today during lunch, I received an email that Phillip Hoose had left a comment on that blog post. OMG – You should have heard the students’ excitement when I shared it with them.  (And you should see the stack of doodles I have after today’s reading.)  Here’s the comment.  B95 is still flying!

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Doodles Aloud

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I struggle to find time to read aloud to my seventh grade students.  I value its importance, but there is only so much I can squeeze into 46 minutes.  Now that we have extended our day by 45 minutes to help make up the fourteen snow days we’ve missed, I have an additional ten minutes for each class period.  During this week of standardized testing, I started reading aloud a book to each class.  Each class got to vote on the read aloud selection from my choice of books.

Much to my delight, three of my classes chose Moonbird by Phillip Hoose.  (It was a close second in several other classes, too.)  I introduced the book by telling students that I didn’t want to read it at first.  What could be interesting about a bird?  But once I started reading it, I couldn’t stop.  I also became quite obnoxious, sharing everything I learned as I read.  I don’t know how many conversations that week began with “Did you know….?”

This is the first nonfiction text that I’ve read aloud, and I’m learning again along with my students.  Where is the best spot to stop reading the main text and share the information in the sidebars and photo captions?  I wish I had a document projector so I could more easily share the illustrations and maps on the big screen, rather than walking up and down the rows.  (At least when this week is over, I can rearrange the furniture to make sharing the pages easier.)

I allow students to doodle while I read. (But not play games or pass notes–and yes, writing a letter is the same as writing notes.)  Yesterday, one of my students asked if they could share their doodles afterwards.  Since I’ve been playing around with doodling as a form of note-taking, I offhandedly mentioned that some people doodled to remember what they read or hear.  I suggested that if they wanted to share doodles, it would be about the book.  I mentioned it to each of the classes that listened to Moondbird yesterday, and I was blown away by what my students came up with.

Here is another doodle that didn’t fit into the Tapestry story very well, but wowed me with all the information capturesd:

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Now I’m even more convinced that doodling can be a powerful tool to help my students learn.  I’m ready to learn more and share with my students.

PS – I used the Tapestry app to showcase my students’ doodles.  It’s my first time using the app.  (I learned about it from fellow slicers during the past year.)  I’m not sure how it will play on all devices, but there is a website, too.

Found Poetry

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Poetry lurks in the most unexpected places.  Today my students went on a search for some found poetry among the books on my bookshelves to create book spine poetry.  I was amazed at the thinking going on as my students worked to put together book titles in surprising ways that still made sense.  We also got to practice revisions when students brought a stack of books that didn’t make sense when we read the titles together.

I did this activity last year and created a photo gallery of their poems.  This year, I selected my favorites to create a movie.  I had to leave out some of my favorites because iMovie cut off the top or bottom book when I placed the photo.  I’ll display some of those around school for us to enjoy.

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Writer for Hire

Ever since I first learned to read and write, I dreamed of being a writer.  I still do.  I’ve always written–journaling, poetry, stories–but most of it has never gone past my notebooks except for pieces shared with my students as I teach writing.  In the past few years I’ve gone more public with my writing through books reviews and personal stories on this blog.  I’ve even taken part in Teachers Write over the summer.

I’ve read enough author blogs to realize that my dreams of sending an unsolicited manuscript to a big-time publisher and landing a publishing deal and a New York Times bestseller are far-fetched.  But I began to wonder if I could get paid to write.  There are people making a living as free lance writers.  They might not be writing the next Great American Novel (or they might have it hidden in dresser drawers in the attic), but they get paid to write.  Why not me?

Last week I received my first paycheck (actually a PayPal deposit) for my writing.  I haven’t earned much (I might be able to take my family out for ice cream with my first earnings of $20.87), but I have learned a lot.  I chose to start through a website that listed articles people were willing to pay to have written.  I should have suspected something when all their advertising emphasized their low cost.  Low cost = low pay, but they demanded little in commitment.  All I needed was an email and password to sign up, and I could start writing.  More importantly, I could write on my schedule when I had time.  Even though I only earned a few dollars per article, I learned so much.  I’ve written on everything from MMA clothing to regions of Norway.  I’ve previewed cars and baseball teams for the upcoming year.  My favorite article to write directed me to play an online video game (a Scooby Doo driving game) and write a mini-review.  I even had clients list me as one of their favorite writers and send special requests.  I also had clients who didn’t like my writing and reject my articles.  Doesn’t getting rejections happen to the best of writers?

I also signed up for the Yahoo Contributor Network.  Here I can either claim assignments or submit my own writing.  Some articles (not mine yet) get paid a few dollars upfront, but most are paid based on how many views or page clicks your article receives.  The first article I submitted was one of the rejected articles from above about make up tips to make you look younger:  Do You Want to Look Younger Now?.  (Those people who know me, laugh at this article.  Too bad I’m not writing humor.)  I just got the email notification that my second article was published today!  I like this one much better, so if you get the urge to go hiking as the weather warms up and want to visit southern Indiana, check out these great spots in Explore the Great Outdoors.

I still have much to learn about this writing business, but I’m having fun learning and even getting paid a little bit.

Fridays are for Reading

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I look forward to Friday’s in my classroom, and not for the reason you might think.  Friday’s are the day we set our reading goals for the week.   For 10 minutes we all read together.  Since students need to read for the entire 10 minutes to set their reading goal, I don’t feel guilty for not conferencing with as many students as I can during this time.  Instead I get to read along with my students and share with them from the books I am currently reading.

I also take time to watch my students while they read.  While each class is different, there is nothing I love more than to watch my students read, each lost in their own world within the pages.  Some students on some days still look for distractions, but most of them eagerly look forward to the time of uninterrupted reading.  Here are some of the scenes from yesterday:

  • A boy who finds it difficult to sit still in a desk perches across the top of two desks pushed against the back wall, reading Gary Paulsen’s Flat Broke.
  • A girl who had not read much this week finally got her hands on John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars Thursday.  When she came in Friday, she had read 170 pages and couldn’t wait to dive back into the story.
  • A girl in a different class is also reading TFiOS.  She came in and told me, “I’m in love.”  I asked, “With Augustus Waters?”  She nodded and I answered, “Me, too.”
  • A boy in one of my morning classes groans when the timer goes off at the end of the 10 minutes.  “We can’t stop now.  I’m at a good part.”
  • After I shared the book I was starting this week–Hollow City by Ransom Riggs–one student shared the first volume he started yesterday.  Another student quickly snapped up a second copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children that another student had just donated to our library.
  • While students share a summary of what they’ve read, I hear students claiming dibs on classmate’s books as soon as they’ve finished.  As students enter class, I hear a common refrain, “Have you finished ____ yet?”

Now I’m off to finish Hollow City this weekend so I can give it to the students who are waiting to read it next.  I hope your weekend is filled with good reading and writing.

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