Thursday, October 25, 2007

I've been introduced this year to the joy that is bus duty. They let me off last year because it was my first year and I had a 7am class, but now the other shoe has fallen (or something...) and it is time to do my duty. Basically, bus duty involves going up to the parking lot after school and corraling all the little elementary kids from when they get off the bus until their parents come to pick them up. We have to keep them in their area so they don't go running between cars to their parents' minivan on the other side of the busy lot. Also, you have to make sure the parents follow the rules and don't gesture to their kids to go running across the lot, or stop in the middle of a moving lane of traffic to let their kids in, or whatever. Not knowing the kids' names, I find myself going, "hey, hey you, wait! Come ba- ... *sigh* oh well," a lot. And this week there was the added bonus of a giant gravel truck that showed up right as school was letting up and had to back in through the pick-up line to dump its load of gravel right there. Yeah. Talk about nerve-wracking. Uh, sorry parents... hope nobody's kid got buried by gravel today. I did the best I could... Yes, you of my readers who have been East Linn teachers (which, actually, are a surprising number, come to think of it) know what I'm talking about.

Ooh, exciting book recommendation: Enchantress of the Stars. Cheesy title, I know, but it's actually completely awesome. I picked it up more or less randomly at the library, and it ended up being brilliant. It's sort of this sci-fi/fantasy novel--very Orson Scott Card-ish--about the role of myth and the blending of science and the supernatural, all tied up in a quite beautiful coming-of-age and love story. Highly, highly recommended. Oh, and the author is from Eugene. How neat.

I've been AWOL mostly because I had assigned three giant projects from three different classes to be due all within two school days. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I know. Now, a week and a half later, I've finally finished grading the first one (which was also the largest, thank goodness). I meant to grade the second set tonight, but... yeah, that's not going to happen. This weekend, I guess.

But next weekend, oh, next weekend. I shall be off to the coast with a few of my dearest friends for a few days of carefree and joyous revelry. Movies, shopping, beach time, good food... I'm counting down the days. Envy me, my friends.

Hmm, also, regarding this. Any thoughts, comments? The angst has been rife among my 9th-graders.

Finally, I have become obsessed with Facebook. In particular, with the online Boggle and online Scrabble aspects of Facebook. If anyone wants to come be my friend on Facebook and play online Scrabble with me, consider this an open invitation.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

As Promised 


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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Still working on getting you a picture of my hair. I can't seem to post it today--something's wrong with Blogger. Anyway, I'm having a lovely week. Somehow I had the most productive weekend (I think the sun helped), and now, even though I have a mountain of grading (note to self: don't have three classes turn in papers all in the same week), I'm feeling good and all on top of things.

I had a lovely long talk with the other teacher of English here at my school. We talked all about our goals for the department and ideas for incorporating things into our classes--different books, different methods, and so on. That's my favorite thing about being a teacher. If you haven't already noticed this about me, I like to have big, awesome plans for things and then go out and make it happen. That's what gets me through the hard, frustrating days--the thought of how much better it will get, as soon as I can put my plans into action. And I get most frustrated when I have to just make do because time and resources don't allow me to have things the way I want.

One thing that is becoming a reality in a beautiful way is the Creative Writing Club. Last year, we had one faithful student and a few who would drop in here and there. This year we have a solid ten or so that come twice a week, a complete line-up of club officers, a bi-weekly newsletter that will (hopefully) debut on Thursday, and more big plans for the future that the students are completely jazzed about. I love it.

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Heard in Geometry class today:

"Miss Van Essen, I need your magic touch!"

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(Spoken in reference to the pencil sharpener. Apparently today's modern student is completely perplexed at the prospect of a manual pencil sharpener. They grind up pencil after pencil and cry that the sharpener is broken. At which point I take their mangled pencil and turn it into a beautifully sharp point with a few turns, to general amazement. I truly don't understand what is so difficult, but there you are.) 0 comments

Monday, October 08, 2007

So I finally decided today that I am going to stay at school this evening until I feel like my classes are under control again. It's currently 6 pm. I may be here awhile. I'm pausing between writing Geometry proofs worksheets and preparing my Sonnets lesson for tomorrow, while singing "Walk On" along with Michael Ball, to make a quick little blog post.

This weekend we had our ACSI conference up in Portland, which meant two days off of school to drive up at five-freakin'-forty-five in the morning and go to seminars and workshops, etc. Here's the thing: (Radical Honesty* warning) I tend to be uber-critical of public speakers--their grammar, their logic, their general public speaking ability--I pretty much always have a running Mystery Science Theatre-esque commentary going on in my head. And when I have tons of grading and lesson plans to do and feel very behind and stressed out and am being forced to sit and listen to a succession of speakers, that commentary might possibly take on a little, shall we say, poison. Now, I've recently been convicted (thanks to our church's current Bible study book, Seeking Him) of the fact that this tendency of mine has its roots in pride, so I've been trying to curb the impulse and consciously replace it with positive, humble statements, such as, "He has good intentions with this point," "I don't have the expertise to dispute this argument," "I can learn something from this person," and so on. (Have you guessed that in my head these statements come in the voice of my mother?) At least that's the theory. What happened at the conference was that I mostly just checked out. Not a great improvement, I admit, but at least my attitude was marginally better that way.

I will say, though, that there was one really good seminar that kept my attention the entire time. It was about teaching poetry in the classroom, and the speaker made me happy right from the start by reading Billy Collins. She gave a lot of really good ideas for poetry prompts, which I'm always on the lookout for, and which I can always use in the Creative Writing Club that we're starting up at East Linn. On the other hand, there was another seminar that fully deserved all the mental barbs I could throw at it. The presenter started off by telling us he had thrown it all together in about two hours, and that he was just offering us up some of his thoughts on something he didn't really have expertise on. Nice. The seminar was supposed to be about "Christian vs. Cultural Beauty," but he spent the first 15 minutes talking about how modern and postmodern art isn't beautiful--the only "true" art is classical art. Which in his head somehow connects to the concept of the contemporary pressure to be beautiful. Whatever. Personally, I'm a little skeptical of a guy leading a seminar about cultural perceptions of female beauty, but that's just me.

Anyway, speaking of beauty, I picked up the fourth book in the Uglies trilogy by Scott Westerfeld. The first three books were excellent and wrapped up the storyline quite nicely, so I was surprised to see that a fourth had come out. Westerfeld starts a new storyline with Extras, though, and it's actually even better than the first few. The series is set in a futuristic universe, after our civilization (called "the Rusties") has nearly destroyed the natural world and caused a new government to begin brain-washing the majority of the population to be compliant and peaceful, in return for which they get unsurpassable beauty. In this second story arc, Prettytime has ended, but the population is on to a new obsession: fame. The main character's city functions on a "reputation economy," meaning, you're wealth is a direct result of your name-recognition. Thus, everyone's obsessed with promoting their own image via their "feeds" (think, Myspace or Facebook), which they do by publishing (or "kicking") hot news stories about technology, fashion, other famous people, or whatever. People who are nobodies are called "Extras," people who post nothing but their own boring lives on their feeds are called "ego-kickers."

You can see how this might possibly make one evaluate one's blogging habits.

However, since I am seeking neither fame nor fortune with my blog, I guess I'll keep it up. But you should all go out and read Extras. It's excellent.


* Extras reference

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