Listen to this song from Toto titled "Africa"
Much before your time, but listen to the words.....especially significant if you read Hemingway in Pod 6
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Saturday, April 30, 2016
Read on!
As I re-read my previous post, I realized it may have sounded negative, not quite like I wanted it to be. When I wrote it, I was sitting in my office at the Logansport campus and had been grading all morning. I was becoming bleary-eyed.
This will be more positive!
When I first taught ENGL 222 and ENGL 223, there were three-way classes which meant I taught them from the old Logansport campus in the Early Childhood Education room with a tv and camera. Part of my students were sitting there with me. The others were in either Kokomo or Wabash, sitting in a classroom at that particular campus. The classes lasted for 75 minutes, twice a week. By the time we connected with everyone, we chit-chatted for a bit, it was time to end the session and no one talked except me and the students at Logansport. Not a good situation.
My very supportive program chair at the time, Tom Ghering, suggested that I create an online version of the two courses to reach more students and accomplish what I wanted in---and what you have experienced is the result.
With the exception of one fall semester when ENGL 222 didn't run, we have had full rosters of students each semester since the advent of the online versions of the courses and more students from all over the state have participated.
Pluses?
More students are reading. That is always a plus! Reading is a valuable skill in the world of education, in career choices, and in life! Create that habit to read, read a variety of genres, and read often.
History is re-visited. Reading the literature of a specific time period can add to one's knowledge about that time period. Do you understand more about the Roaring 20s, bootlegging, social classes of that time period from reading The Great Gatsby? Probably.
"Life" is re-visited. Domestic abuse? Why was it accepted, or maybe ignored, during the times of Streetcar Named Desire? Why did women 'take it' and not leave their husbands? Food for thought?
Increased vocabulary and exposure to varied writing styles. Learning new words. Change in sentence structures. What better models for writing than some of the best authors of the 19th and 20th Centuries?
Communication with others. Blackboard IM sessions were so much fun! I could sit in my recliner, type in a question, and just watch as the pencils on the screen started to move and the conversations explode.
New love of reading - usually students share their desire to read more, explore new authors, get a library card, buy a Nook or a Kindle, visit the bookstore and buy some books for the shelves at home.
I hope you have enjoyed the course. If you have room in your schedule this fall, please consider taking ENGL 222, which is the first half of the series. Same organization with Pods. More BB IM sessions.
My plans this summer? One class to teach, a trip to Disney World with my family (including four grandchildren), and reading time. A stack of books await me!
Whatever your plans are for the summer, whether taking more classes, looking for a job, enjoying down time with friends and family, I hope put some free reading time on your Summer Bucket List.
Read on!
This will be more positive!
When I first taught ENGL 222 and ENGL 223, there were three-way classes which meant I taught them from the old Logansport campus in the Early Childhood Education room with a tv and camera. Part of my students were sitting there with me. The others were in either Kokomo or Wabash, sitting in a classroom at that particular campus. The classes lasted for 75 minutes, twice a week. By the time we connected with everyone, we chit-chatted for a bit, it was time to end the session and no one talked except me and the students at Logansport. Not a good situation.
My very supportive program chair at the time, Tom Ghering, suggested that I create an online version of the two courses to reach more students and accomplish what I wanted in---and what you have experienced is the result.
With the exception of one fall semester when ENGL 222 didn't run, we have had full rosters of students each semester since the advent of the online versions of the courses and more students from all over the state have participated.
Pluses?
More students are reading. That is always a plus! Reading is a valuable skill in the world of education, in career choices, and in life! Create that habit to read, read a variety of genres, and read often.
History is re-visited. Reading the literature of a specific time period can add to one's knowledge about that time period. Do you understand more about the Roaring 20s, bootlegging, social classes of that time period from reading The Great Gatsby? Probably.
"Life" is re-visited. Domestic abuse? Why was it accepted, or maybe ignored, during the times of Streetcar Named Desire? Why did women 'take it' and not leave their husbands? Food for thought?
Increased vocabulary and exposure to varied writing styles. Learning new words. Change in sentence structures. What better models for writing than some of the best authors of the 19th and 20th Centuries?
Communication with others. Blackboard IM sessions were so much fun! I could sit in my recliner, type in a question, and just watch as the pencils on the screen started to move and the conversations explode.
New love of reading - usually students share their desire to read more, explore new authors, get a library card, buy a Nook or a Kindle, visit the bookstore and buy some books for the shelves at home.
I hope you have enjoyed the course. If you have room in your schedule this fall, please consider taking ENGL 222, which is the first half of the series. Same organization with Pods. More BB IM sessions.
My plans this summer? One class to teach, a trip to Disney World with my family (including four grandchildren), and reading time. A stack of books await me!
Whatever your plans are for the summer, whether taking more classes, looking for a job, enjoying down time with friends and family, I hope put some free reading time on your Summer Bucket List.
Read on!
Friday, April 29, 2016
Nearing the end....
Endings.
Sometimes they are really needed. Sometimes they are dreaded. Many times they sneak up and hit a person in the face with their suddeness. They happen. Whether we want them to or not.
The end of a semester.
For the past two-three years, several semesters have ended on a sigh of relief.
Why? One semester began with unexpected knee surgery, a repeat on a replacement from two years previous, followed by a bout with shingles covering the right side of my face. At that point I was ready to quit until January, hiding in my house to avoid any other type of catastrophe.
One semester snow days plagued us to the point of frequent class cancellations in January and into February. My Monday night class was hardest hit, and since the college closes on MLK day, another Monday was lost. The students and I never did get into a routine that was conducive to learning during that semester.
One semester found me with an overloaded schedule with classes over-the-top in student numbers which meant too many papers to grade and too much time spent on planning, executing, and evaluating class lectures. I was totally exhausted when that semester ended.
Most of the semesters, though, have found me with the feeling of 'are you kidding? It's time for the final paper already?' types of questions. This is one of those.
Now granted, my family is still recovering from the sudden death of my father-in-law and the health issues of my mother-in-law. Many changes have occurred out of necessity. I am now the 'transport person' for my husband as he moves the tractors, planter, fertilizer wagon, and seed trucks from one field to another. That is something his dad always did for him in recent years. We make more trips to check on his mom, checking on her needs, taking her to appointments, and just spending time with her. Going from being married for 66 years to being a widow so suddenly has been a difficult adjustment.
Even with all of the events and changes in the last month, I am not prepared for the end to be here. I need more time with my ENGL 111 students to be sure they are ready for the next writing assignments they will encounter in other classes. My ENGl 112 student need more discussion time with the novels they have been reading and analyzing since spring break. What happened to all of my plans for small group discussions? And the AmLit class? I am so far behind in grading their submissions that I feel I have missed opportunities for great interaction with my students, especially the ones I see in person frequently. There were no opportunities to chat during the last two Pods on BB IM, and I have not posted as frequently as I would have liked here on the blog. I am very disappointed in myself.
Time marches on, I guess. Time waits for no one, I guess. Time is of the essence, I have been told. Time.
Just as has happened for every year I have been teaching, the semester ends. Graduation happens. People move on.
In the fall there will be a new beginning for a new group of students in all of the classes. But for now....the semester ends. Thanks for being part of it!
Sometimes they are really needed. Sometimes they are dreaded. Many times they sneak up and hit a person in the face with their suddeness. They happen. Whether we want them to or not.
The end of a semester.
For the past two-three years, several semesters have ended on a sigh of relief.
Why? One semester began with unexpected knee surgery, a repeat on a replacement from two years previous, followed by a bout with shingles covering the right side of my face. At that point I was ready to quit until January, hiding in my house to avoid any other type of catastrophe.
One semester snow days plagued us to the point of frequent class cancellations in January and into February. My Monday night class was hardest hit, and since the college closes on MLK day, another Monday was lost. The students and I never did get into a routine that was conducive to learning during that semester.
One semester found me with an overloaded schedule with classes over-the-top in student numbers which meant too many papers to grade and too much time spent on planning, executing, and evaluating class lectures. I was totally exhausted when that semester ended.
Most of the semesters, though, have found me with the feeling of 'are you kidding? It's time for the final paper already?' types of questions. This is one of those.
Now granted, my family is still recovering from the sudden death of my father-in-law and the health issues of my mother-in-law. Many changes have occurred out of necessity. I am now the 'transport person' for my husband as he moves the tractors, planter, fertilizer wagon, and seed trucks from one field to another. That is something his dad always did for him in recent years. We make more trips to check on his mom, checking on her needs, taking her to appointments, and just spending time with her. Going from being married for 66 years to being a widow so suddenly has been a difficult adjustment.
Even with all of the events and changes in the last month, I am not prepared for the end to be here. I need more time with my ENGL 111 students to be sure they are ready for the next writing assignments they will encounter in other classes. My ENGl 112 student need more discussion time with the novels they have been reading and analyzing since spring break. What happened to all of my plans for small group discussions? And the AmLit class? I am so far behind in grading their submissions that I feel I have missed opportunities for great interaction with my students, especially the ones I see in person frequently. There were no opportunities to chat during the last two Pods on BB IM, and I have not posted as frequently as I would have liked here on the blog. I am very disappointed in myself.
Time marches on, I guess. Time waits for no one, I guess. Time is of the essence, I have been told. Time.
Just as has happened for every year I have been teaching, the semester ends. Graduation happens. People move on.
In the fall there will be a new beginning for a new group of students in all of the classes. But for now....the semester ends. Thanks for being part of it!
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Streetcar
I used to teach A Streetcar Named Desire to my high school juniors. We never read the play itself; rather we watched the movie version. It was always my 'end of the semester' lesson plan since their minds were always on the Prom, upcoming graduation since that meant they would be SENIORS, and the next track meet or baseball/softball game.
My favorite movie version was not the one with Marlon Brando portraying Stanley (even though no one yells "STELLA!" as well as he does!). Treat Williams and Ann Margaret for me portray Stanley and Blanche the best.
Have you watched either film version of the play? I always recommend reading a novel, then watching the film version of it. So much is changed...or deleted....or misinterpreted by the filmmakers. However, a play is different. A play is meant to be seen on the stage, the characters voices to be heard, and the action experienced as the characters interact.
If you haven't watched one of the versions of Streetcar, please do. Share your views. I'll be watching for comments!
My favorite movie version was not the one with Marlon Brando portraying Stanley (even though no one yells "STELLA!" as well as he does!). Treat Williams and Ann Margaret for me portray Stanley and Blanche the best.
Have you watched either film version of the play? I always recommend reading a novel, then watching the film version of it. So much is changed...or deleted....or misinterpreted by the filmmakers. However, a play is different. A play is meant to be seen on the stage, the characters voices to be heard, and the action experienced as the characters interact.
If you haven't watched one of the versions of Streetcar, please do. Share your views. I'll be watching for comments!
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Gatsby
Gatsby has always been a favorite novel. I just like it. It is very 'teachable' plus many people enjoy reading it both as students and as adults.
Gatsby has been made into movie versions at least twice, once with Robert Redford as the title character and once with Leonardo diCaprio. I have not seen the second one, for Redford IS Gatsby for me. Always has been, always will be. No one can play Jay like he can.
Probably the liveliest and most well-attended Blackboard IM session this semester was the one for Pod #5. We chatted for nearly 90 minutes about Tom and Daisy, Myrtle and George, Nick, Jay, and Jordan. We talked about the uses of 'time' in the novel (which was supposed to spur some to write in the discussion board but they didn't do it-I was disappointed!). We talked about symbolism. We talked about the characters. We talked about the settings. It was just a great discussion of a great book.
One of the things I like about the novel is the set up of the three parties. These occur at Tom and Daisy's house (Chapter 1), at the New York apartment in a seedy part of town (Chapter 2), and at Jay's mansion (Chapter 3). The students who completed the activity titled Party! Party! Party! examined the nuances of each party, down to the details of the food served, the conversations, and the guests. I like these parties because they are part of the exposition of the story, introducing the setting and the characters in the novel , as well as beginning the action of the plot. Each one is distinct, each one has its own personality, and each one is a showcase of a particular setting and the characters.
Even though she makes me furious at the end of the novel, Daisy is one of my favorite characters. She is hard to figure out at times. Where is she coming from? What is her life like? She knows that she has been duped by her husband, knowing he is unfaithful to her, and she wishes that their daughter will be 'a beautiful little fool' rather than one who can't use her knowledge and power in a man's world. Yet she seems to be so 'in love' and energized when she is with Jay, that we are tricked into believing, just for a few chapters, that their love story just might turn into a 'happy ever after' type.
Then my opinion of her crashes. Big time. That moment in the kitchen when she and Tom are together after Myrtle is killed---my perception of her changes and she isn't one of my favorite characters anymore. She has used Jay for her own purposes. There is no 'true love.' There will be no 'happy ever after.' She belongs with Tom. She does. Because they are just as Nick said. They are careless people.
Do we know these types of people today? Are some women 'beautiful little fools'? Do women manipulate men and vice versa? Is there such a thing as 'true love'? Gatsby gives us something to think about, doesn't it?
Gatsby has been made into movie versions at least twice, once with Robert Redford as the title character and once with Leonardo diCaprio. I have not seen the second one, for Redford IS Gatsby for me. Always has been, always will be. No one can play Jay like he can.
Probably the liveliest and most well-attended Blackboard IM session this semester was the one for Pod #5. We chatted for nearly 90 minutes about Tom and Daisy, Myrtle and George, Nick, Jay, and Jordan. We talked about the uses of 'time' in the novel (which was supposed to spur some to write in the discussion board but they didn't do it-I was disappointed!). We talked about symbolism. We talked about the characters. We talked about the settings. It was just a great discussion of a great book.
One of the things I like about the novel is the set up of the three parties. These occur at Tom and Daisy's house (Chapter 1), at the New York apartment in a seedy part of town (Chapter 2), and at Jay's mansion (Chapter 3). The students who completed the activity titled Party! Party! Party! examined the nuances of each party, down to the details of the food served, the conversations, and the guests. I like these parties because they are part of the exposition of the story, introducing the setting and the characters in the novel , as well as beginning the action of the plot. Each one is distinct, each one has its own personality, and each one is a showcase of a particular setting and the characters.
Even though she makes me furious at the end of the novel, Daisy is one of my favorite characters. She is hard to figure out at times. Where is she coming from? What is her life like? She knows that she has been duped by her husband, knowing he is unfaithful to her, and she wishes that their daughter will be 'a beautiful little fool' rather than one who can't use her knowledge and power in a man's world. Yet she seems to be so 'in love' and energized when she is with Jay, that we are tricked into believing, just for a few chapters, that their love story just might turn into a 'happy ever after' type.
Then my opinion of her crashes. Big time. That moment in the kitchen when she and Tom are together after Myrtle is killed---my perception of her changes and she isn't one of my favorite characters anymore. She has used Jay for her own purposes. There is no 'true love.' There will be no 'happy ever after.' She belongs with Tom. She does. Because they are just as Nick said. They are careless people.
Do we know these types of people today? Are some women 'beautiful little fools'? Do women manipulate men and vice versa? Is there such a thing as 'true love'? Gatsby gives us something to think about, doesn't it?
Monday, April 11, 2016
An Unexpected Turn of Events
Life throws curve balls at us, doesn't it? We think we have everything planned, then we find out that WE are not really in control at all. Plans mean nothing.
On Thursday, March 31, my husband was taking his parents to an appointment at Arnett Clinic in Lafayette for the results of his mother's biopsy on tumors in her bladder. The doctor was fairly certain that the tumors were malignant, and the methods of treatment were to be discussed also. For several reasons I was selected to meet them for the 9:00 a.m. appointment and record the conversation with the doctor for my sisters-in-law and brother-in-law and for verification of what the doctor had said for everyone sitting in the office at the time. Then I would go to Logansport and teach my ENGL 112 class at 2:00 p.m.
At 5:45 a.m. we received a phone call from my mother-in-law. My father-in-law had slumped into a chair on his way to the bedroom to dress for the appointment and she couldn't wake him. She had called 911. My husband left immediately, and I soon followed. Despite the efforts of the EMTs and the doctor at Pulaski Memorial Hospital in Winamac, no heartbeat was found. My father-in-law died of a massive heart attack on Thursday morning, March 31.
Thus began the worst days of my life thus far. When my father died, he had been suffering from mesothelioma for over a year. His death gave meaning to the phrase "he isn't suffering any more." We were expecting his death. This death was a shock. We were stunned. Calling my sisters-in-law to tell them to meet us at the hospital. Calling my brother-in-law in Kansas to tell him his father had died. Calling our daughters who adored their grandfather. Calling cousins. Friends of the family. Lions members (he was active in the state organization). Church members. Neighbors. The funeral home. The florist. The pall bearers. Gathering at the family home, talking with friends who stopped to offer condolences. Finding places for all of the food that was brought to the house.
Anyone who has sat in one of my classes knows that I am very family oriented. My family is a top priority for me. My in-laws have always stressed the importance of family to all of us. They celebrated their 66th wedding anniversary in August. They are role models to the rest of us of how a marriage should be. They were the glue that held our family together. There were no in-laws in their vocabulary. I was their daughter, as was Angie, and Kent and Clay were their sons. Clay's two daughters were always considered their granddaughters, not step-grandchildren. Family is important.
The hurt is still too new for us to have returned to our normal routine. Even when things finally do seem like they are back to normal, they won't be because there is a void now that can never be filled. That place at the table will always be empty. Never again will it take five minutes to say goodbye on the phone. No one will be complaining about the rain, or lack of it, or which variety of soybeans need to be planted where. The patriarch is no longer with us.
Just when we have a day planned, we discover that our plans mean nothing. They can change in a blink of an eye, by one phone call, when least expected.
On Thursday, March 31, my husband was taking his parents to an appointment at Arnett Clinic in Lafayette for the results of his mother's biopsy on tumors in her bladder. The doctor was fairly certain that the tumors were malignant, and the methods of treatment were to be discussed also. For several reasons I was selected to meet them for the 9:00 a.m. appointment and record the conversation with the doctor for my sisters-in-law and brother-in-law and for verification of what the doctor had said for everyone sitting in the office at the time. Then I would go to Logansport and teach my ENGL 112 class at 2:00 p.m.
At 5:45 a.m. we received a phone call from my mother-in-law. My father-in-law had slumped into a chair on his way to the bedroom to dress for the appointment and she couldn't wake him. She had called 911. My husband left immediately, and I soon followed. Despite the efforts of the EMTs and the doctor at Pulaski Memorial Hospital in Winamac, no heartbeat was found. My father-in-law died of a massive heart attack on Thursday morning, March 31.
Thus began the worst days of my life thus far. When my father died, he had been suffering from mesothelioma for over a year. His death gave meaning to the phrase "he isn't suffering any more." We were expecting his death. This death was a shock. We were stunned. Calling my sisters-in-law to tell them to meet us at the hospital. Calling my brother-in-law in Kansas to tell him his father had died. Calling our daughters who adored their grandfather. Calling cousins. Friends of the family. Lions members (he was active in the state organization). Church members. Neighbors. The funeral home. The florist. The pall bearers. Gathering at the family home, talking with friends who stopped to offer condolences. Finding places for all of the food that was brought to the house.
Anyone who has sat in one of my classes knows that I am very family oriented. My family is a top priority for me. My in-laws have always stressed the importance of family to all of us. They celebrated their 66th wedding anniversary in August. They are role models to the rest of us of how a marriage should be. They were the glue that held our family together. There were no in-laws in their vocabulary. I was their daughter, as was Angie, and Kent and Clay were their sons. Clay's two daughters were always considered their granddaughters, not step-grandchildren. Family is important.
The hurt is still too new for us to have returned to our normal routine. Even when things finally do seem like they are back to normal, they won't be because there is a void now that can never be filled. That place at the table will always be empty. Never again will it take five minutes to say goodbye on the phone. No one will be complaining about the rain, or lack of it, or which variety of soybeans need to be planted where. The patriarch is no longer with us.
Just when we have a day planned, we discover that our plans mean nothing. They can change in a blink of an eye, by one phone call, when least expected.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Reading Blogs
The past few weeks have been full of time-consuming activities which involve travel time. My in-laws have had several health issues since Christmas, babysitting with the grandchildren has taken time, and traveling between the Rochester Instructional Site and the Logansport campus takes extra time two days each week. Therefore my grading time has been cut into because of the time I have spent riding in an ambulance, sitting at the hospital, grocery shopping for two families, and hopping between my daughters' houses (which are 15 miles apart).
Grading blogs is fun, but it is also time-consuming. My method? Read the blog, one entry at a time. Pull up the scoresheet for the writer, record the date and subject, then the grade. Look at the responses for that blog entry, pull up those scoresheets and record the dates and scores, then move to the next post and do the same thing. Close the blog and open a new one to read and go through that same process. By the time I am finished, I have a row of scoresheets across the bottom of the screen, and I am hoping I didn't miss anyone or mix up who responded to whom and what the post was about. Sometimes I can't resist my own response, so that adds to the madness!
Secrets to success? Grading one blog at a time. Opening the scoresheets only as needed. Grading in one sitting, with no interruptions. If I have to move or talk to anyone, the process is destroyed and I can't remember which ones I have read, or haven't read, and which ones I have recorded, or haven't recorded.
Yesterday I found myself with a two hour block of time between returning from Rochester and the time of the ENGL 112 class. Perfect! I shut myself in my office, door closed, Pandora playing, and read and graded. No interruptions! I was successful! By the time I finished, every post had been read, all of the scoresheets had been sent to the individual students, grades had been recorded in the online gradebook, and I had time to spare before ENGL 112 began at 2. Whew!
I told Sarabia and Emma in class at 2 that these blogs were so much fun to read. I really enjoy the varied interests, the styles of writing, and the creativity. I like the selections, and I can be surprised by the direction that a blog takes, especially when I know the student personally. The creativity of the posts have been interesting to see also. The blogs are definitely a reflection of personalities.
The blogs will continue to the end of the semester. I hope everyone enjoys posting as much as I enjoy reading.
Blog on!
Grading blogs is fun, but it is also time-consuming. My method? Read the blog, one entry at a time. Pull up the scoresheet for the writer, record the date and subject, then the grade. Look at the responses for that blog entry, pull up those scoresheets and record the dates and scores, then move to the next post and do the same thing. Close the blog and open a new one to read and go through that same process. By the time I am finished, I have a row of scoresheets across the bottom of the screen, and I am hoping I didn't miss anyone or mix up who responded to whom and what the post was about. Sometimes I can't resist my own response, so that adds to the madness!
Secrets to success? Grading one blog at a time. Opening the scoresheets only as needed. Grading in one sitting, with no interruptions. If I have to move or talk to anyone, the process is destroyed and I can't remember which ones I have read, or haven't read, and which ones I have recorded, or haven't recorded.
Yesterday I found myself with a two hour block of time between returning from Rochester and the time of the ENGL 112 class. Perfect! I shut myself in my office, door closed, Pandora playing, and read and graded. No interruptions! I was successful! By the time I finished, every post had been read, all of the scoresheets had been sent to the individual students, grades had been recorded in the online gradebook, and I had time to spare before ENGL 112 began at 2. Whew!
I told Sarabia and Emma in class at 2 that these blogs were so much fun to read. I really enjoy the varied interests, the styles of writing, and the creativity. I like the selections, and I can be surprised by the direction that a blog takes, especially when I know the student personally. The creativity of the posts have been interesting to see also. The blogs are definitely a reflection of personalities.
The blogs will continue to the end of the semester. I hope everyone enjoys posting as much as I enjoy reading.
Blog on!
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