Tuesday, June 26, 2007

EAR OF GOD!


i tell you what: after a long, arduous day of teaching, after sitting in masters classes for 3 hours, after getting home hungry and pissed off, with only a few, short hours left in my evening, there is NOTHING--i repeat, NOTHING-- like elote to take the edge off!

for those who don't know, elote is corn. (my translation: EAR OF GOD!)

i am lucky enough to live in a neighborhood serviced by a friendly man named mauricio who brings his shopping cart-full of fixin' down the street every evening around 7 p.m. (summer hours) talk about a godsend--to me the sound of his horn is like a ringing bell to pavlov's dogs--his corn is so sweet, so juicy, so f'n delicious, when i hear that honking, i'm running out the door with a dollar in my hand!

lately it's been the highlight of my day...

allow me to elaborate on elote 's proper preparation: first, mauricio paints it with mayonaise. (wait. it gets better!) then, he rolls it in parmesean cheese. (mmm!) next, he squirts liquid butter on it. (i wonder if there's any trans-fat in that?) and finally, he sprinkles chili powder on it... (limon is also available upon request.)

oh. my. god. it is incredible!

so, shout out to MAURICIO for providing this hungry, irritable teacher with heaven on a stick every single day!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

i, me, mine

with the school year winding down, i've noticed an increase in the amount of tattling, whining, and generally self-centered behavior exhibited by my students. it's troubling since we've spent so much time building our community (our "tribe") and trying to establish mutual respect and appreciation in our classroom. to add insult to injury, "caring" has been our character focus for the month of june, yet the tone and quantity of bickering between my students has only grown worse.

the other night it occurred to me: i needed to teach my students "i, me, mine" from let it be by the beatles.

so for community circle the next morning, i gave the lyrics to my students (as a "literary gift") and told them that the song reminded me of our tribe lately. we read the lyrics together, then i sang the song on my guitar. they loved it! we discussed the meaning of the lyrics, and right away my students converged on the theme-- "it's about being selfish." i asked them how that related to our character trait this month, and they proceeded to tell me that selfishness was the opposite of caring about others. i asked them how that related to our class, and they offered that the tribe had been selfish, petty, and insensitive to each other's feelings. then we discussed ways we could show caring to each other (being polite, appreciative, positive, etc).

i closed the lesson by playing my old let it be LP on an even older school record player--you know, the record-player-in-a-box with the built-in speakers--the students absolutely loved it! they asked me to play it again, so i did (it's only a 3 minute song), and when it was over they wanted to hear it again! i was amazed: an almost 40 year-old record still resonated with the youth! that's good art!

i actually wound up performing the song two more times this week in two different settings: once in my masters class (where it was interesting to note how a little music energized the room for the duration of class) and once at the staff meeting. (i asked mr. g., and he said i could share at the end, but when i told him how it related to tribes and how it would positively affect everyone right at the beginning of the meeting, he agreed.)

we ended up having a great staff meeting, jam-packed with fun tribes activities, writing, and exciting information about the opening of the new mark twain library (a "completely green building!") in august. it was even suggested that i sing a song at every staff meeting...

i'd do it, but i think that would be pushing it a bit... (especially considering the inherent irony of me wanting to perform "i, me, mine" three times in one week...)

Friday, June 15, 2007

HOLES pt. III

so the other day i was scribblin' some raps into my writer's notebook when suddenly, and without warning, i wrote a verse about holes! it was kinda funny, so i shared it with my students--here it is:


be careful, neaderthal
j-see, caveman, stanley in holes
he my hero, carry zero never fall--
when his back against the wall
make his hand into a ball.
all in all, another tall tale--
one small step for a kid in jail--
don't blame him if he fail
don't bother...
blame his
no good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather!



Monday, June 11, 2007

meeting with mr. g.

i got called over the intercom (along with a few other teachers) to the principal's office today... i think he wants to talk about this blog...er, my action research.

that means he'll prolly be checking out my site...

shoot. i better tidy up the place a bit... dust off the cyber-cobwebs...

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

camp fire pt. II

i love that camp fire story! (see below) it cracks me up... i was just thinking: if i were playing guitar at that camp fire, i would have sung "rocky raccoon." it reminds me of the story in that song... except it's not sad, and rocky doesn't die... or does he...?

(lennon/mccartney)

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was McGill and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
A Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival.



THE THINGZ

for those who don't already know, i play in a 50's garage/punk/comedy band called THE THINGZ. we're all teachers (kim teaches 4th grade and mike--her husband--subs) which is kinda interesting. we play all over long beach, LA, and sometimes the OC. we've been written up in LA & OC WEEKLY, and the PRESS-TELEGRAM interviewed and wrote an article about us last year. we've done some touring along the west coast and in and around the southwest. we recently recorded and released surf & turf (a 7", although not a 45rpm--it's a 331/3 rpm) and have been playing shows to promote it.

but what does this have to do with school?

two thingz:


  • we just wrote a song called "recess" which contains the lyric "yard duty now for the future." (shameful plug, i know)


  • THE THINGZ may play a few songs at whittier's 2nd annual talent show this month! (what better place to play "recess?")

Monday, June 04, 2007

camp fire

there is a camp fire at hi hill every thursday. after a raucous beginning, the silly songs and funny skits segue into the more somber storytelling time--a denouement, if you will. the featured story is always some sort of morality tale or character lesson. by the end of the story, the kids are usually pensive, introspective even. some may even tear up if the story is sad enough...

according to one of the trail teachers, a student with tourette's listened to one such tale about an unlucky chipmunk who died a poignant death. the tale was very dramatic, and the storyteller openly wept at the end. after a moment of contemplation, as a few 5th grade students silently sobbed and others quietly pondered the chipmunk's untimely ending, the boy with tourette's suddenly offered his heart-felt eulogy...

"poor, f*ckin' chipmunk..."

true f'n story! :>

reflections on hi hill

...a sampling of select memories...

  • hiking up the creek to the angeles crest highway (last 20 feet: pretty scary!)
  • obnoxiously loud, right-wing maintenance crew (at the BBQ)
  • swimming in ARCTIC pool water
  • the baby bobcat
  • "I GOTTA GO #2000!" (not me! another 5th grade boy...)
  • thinking there was an animal in the library
  • having to restrain a student after he charged at me (not from our school, thankfully)

more later...

Sunday, June 03, 2007

back to reality...

just got back from camp hi hill...we had a great time! the students were well-behaved (for the most part) even though it was a short, 4-day week (so sad!)... as per my modus operandi, i sang "country roads" at the camp fire (replete with students' screaming, hand claps, and flash photography throughout the song--you'd think i was a rock star or something!) i was happy to see my buddy, mr. roberts teaching at hi hill again--he's got a great voice--next time we'll have to sing a duet!

we had BBQ carne asada on thursday, courtesy of the counselors (top secret disclosure: if you don't go on the all-day hike, there's usually a HUGE BBQ--normally hamburgers & hot dogs--for the staff. shhh! don't tell!)

it's really amazing to see how the students grow up in such a short time... the downside is they come back to school feeling a little too big for their britches. i'll prolly have to battle that for the next 7.5 weeks...


here's the whole 5th grade gang (sans ms. wahlen) in front of GRANITE.