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January
2000

4. School Stuff

I'm about to get fairly particular about my school day - what I did in the classes and what I'm planning for tomorrow. So, if you're not an English teacher, this will probably not have much to offer.

This was a pretty regular school day. We rumbled through a full five classes - and took the mandatory one period lunch and one period prep. During that prep period I polished off semester grades and exported the little demons to the office. I think all correct procedures were followed; I'm sure to hear about it soon if they were not.

The classes were good enough. I'm in the process of introducing the concept of literature circles to both the freshmen and the sophomores. So I had the sophs applying four roles (Passage Master, Question Master, Word Wizard, and Connector) to a selection from Frederick Douglass. They seemed to go with it pretty well. I had them read Twain's "Notorious Jumping Frog" tonight, and they'll meet in their circles tomorrow.

I worked it differently with the freshmen by assigning one of the roles to each student and then reading them a story. So while I read, some were noting passages to discuss, others were formulating questions or jotting down unusual, tough, or interesting words. The fourth group was busy making connections between the story and their own experience of the world.

About that story, I read them "In the Time I Get" from Chris Crutcher's Athletic Shorts. Throughout the day a tiny part of my brain wondered whether this was the best choice or not. You see, we're moving towards a reading of Of Mice and Men. I've decided to lean heavily on the theme of Friendship. It's a pretty dark tale. So yesterday I had the freshmen thinking about What Makes a Friend a Friend? And today I wanted to continue the theme simultaneously with the lit circle introduction. Crutcher's story seemed a natural, but it's hard for me to read without getting choked up at certain spots. I try to transfer that emotion to the narrator's voice, but if they watched closely they'd find some tears in my eyes.

My real concerns about the story, however, had to do with something else. One of the characters is gay and has AIDS and explains to the narrator in very direct language how he got it. As I read that passage, we got many protesting groans and "ewww" faces - mostly, but not exclusively, from the boys. I kept a steady course by asking/stating, "Well, you've been taught how AIDS is sometimes transmitted. You know these things. But listen to this next sentence. It seems that your reaction is also the narrator's." And I read on. I think this surfacing of their own feelings - and their identification with those of the narrator - is a very strong device. Crutcher knows how many of his younger readers will react. He plans to take us and the narrator on a journey towards compassion and an understanding of real friendship's demands, to a place many of us would not think we could go. The story is remarkable for that dynamic. I didn't finish the story today but asked the class to write a response for homework. I want to give them every chance to reflect upon the experience, to vent if they need to. Tomorrow will tell.

My reading of that story is no doubt controversial. I brace myself for the possibilty of negative reaction from parents. One kid said, "I thought this was a Catholic school." I didn't want to pause for that discussion just then, but I would certainly like to have it. Time will tell.

{Smartypants}

When one is frightened of the truth . . . then it is never the whole truth that one has an inkling of.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Ain't it a kick to write 2000?

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