So I was looking myself up online - I do that because I am worried about scammers.... And I decided to look at the exhibit of travel photography that I was in last June. I was on the website and noticed the Juror's Statement. I never really looked at it.... June is such a crazy time of year for a teacher. Well...
The Juror is a photo editor at National Geographic! Sometimes I get real down on myself for being too exhausted during the school year to do much art. That was like a shot in the arm. I am so excited now. I feel like I do have a chance to get more work out there. I just need the energy. Everyone tells me it is ok to take time over this vacation to do nothing. However, to me, it is not ok. This is time I could be spending submitting work, doing more work, looking up potential venues.
Oh, and there was a book put together with Blurb. It included all work selected for the gallery exhibit as well as the online exhibit (mine). So I ordered it. Now I will have two books with my photography in them. And I am going to get to work on a submission for the Hungarian Multicultural Center (Dallas) book arts exhibit in Budapest. If I can get in that, I will be so happy. That would make two exhibits with them.
Motivation? Seeing a cool juror picked your stuff. Wow.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Confession
So after we came back from Portland, Oregon a few years ago, I had trouble reading the atlas. I was trying to figure out the route our plane took and what mountain ranges we flew over. Lucky for me, I had something to help: glasses. But these were no ordinary glasses. I had dug them out of the dirt at the post office some time before. Hubby and I volunteer for a town group. His big project was redoing the post office landscaping, if you recall. When we pulled up the 40+ year old juniper bushes, I found reading glasses. You know the type - Fosters Grant ones you get at the pharmacy. Well, now I seemed to need them. And I have been using them when reading at night... For a few years. I have broken the frame twice, gluing it back together. Sometimes one lens would fall out if I move the wrong way, but I am not a rambunctious reader, so no problem.
Well, at my fall physical, doctor says I should probably go for my first vision test since I am getting older. He knows nothing of the post office glasses. So I go for my test. And I do indeed need glasses. They are only for reading, and mostly at night. I could not find proper, 50's style cat eye frames, so I got the closest I could to that style. The guy at Costco - parents have an account there, not me - even used the word "cool" to describe how they looked. Father told me I probably damaged my eyes with my stunt with the p.o. pair. Oh well. These are doing well, and I think I look pretty cool with them on. It is odd having something on my face this much since I have decided to wear them when reading the computer too...
I also pulled my usual "You kids want to watch a Christmas video? Here's your video" stunt with the Photo classes this year. Some teachers play movies and such. Not me. Darkroom is set up so you better be developing and printing! So I play the "Yule Log" video. Yes, hubby found it on DVD. You bet those kids worked this week. Watching a crackling fire on the big screen can only entertain a teenager for so long. Compared to that, developing film is a rip roaring good time.
And with that, Merry Christmas, Boldog Karacsonyt, Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel.... the languages of my family....
Well, at my fall physical, doctor says I should probably go for my first vision test since I am getting older. He knows nothing of the post office glasses. So I go for my test. And I do indeed need glasses. They are only for reading, and mostly at night. I could not find proper, 50's style cat eye frames, so I got the closest I could to that style. The guy at Costco - parents have an account there, not me - even used the word "cool" to describe how they looked. Father told me I probably damaged my eyes with my stunt with the p.o. pair. Oh well. These are doing well, and I think I look pretty cool with them on. It is odd having something on my face this much since I have decided to wear them when reading the computer too...
I also pulled my usual "You kids want to watch a Christmas video? Here's your video" stunt with the Photo classes this year. Some teachers play movies and such. Not me. Darkroom is set up so you better be developing and printing! So I play the "Yule Log" video. Yes, hubby found it on DVD. You bet those kids worked this week. Watching a crackling fire on the big screen can only entertain a teenager for so long. Compared to that, developing film is a rip roaring good time.
And with that, Merry Christmas, Boldog Karacsonyt, Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel.... the languages of my family....
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Talks
So if someone walked past the classroom, they would see a lot of talking, not much activity. Last week was the week of discussions. In Photo II we had the introduction of the Aesthetics project which I already told you about. Then, later in the week, I had our first Photo I critiques. I felt they were comfortable enough with each other to feel free to talk about each other's work. Um, not exactly. First critiques (I so detest the word "crit") are always torture, and these sure were. In first period, there was one girl who was a bright spot. She claims to have not wanted to take the class, but her insights into people's work was amazing. She came up with things no one else did. At one of two points, I could see people with that "Hmmm" look after she spoke. Great job!
Then there was period 8. My special class. The class with the combination that should have never passed muster with Guidance - unless someone is trying to punish me. Well, they would not pay attention. Three conversations going at once. Rude, disrespectful. So, I did what I now do with certain groups - I ignored the side chatter and gave the attention to those taking part. The participants get the benefit of a worthwhile class, the others, lose participation points and get the message when they see their grades. So far, it is the only way I have found that works with this bunch. One of them has learned that when he works, I give him my undivided attention and help. He has turned it around. I hope the others will.
In Foundations, a couple of kids finished the exercises early. So I winged it. I grabbed a text book and sat with them and discussed some of the paintings that were described in the ditto exercises. These were things like Josef Albers' Homages to the Square, Bridget Riley's Op Art, you get the idea. Non-objective, colors, shapes, patterns. The conversations were fabulous. They were so deep that they were still talking to me as they left the room after the bell! And one of the kids is someone who I noticed exhibits some tendencies to possibly fool around and get in trouble in the future, based on some comments he makes. So I am making sure to redirect him in some sly ways. I am scratching the surface to find what he is about, and hopefully it will work. He was one of the kids in that fabulous modern art conversation. Yesterday, I was working on straightening out the paint container drawers. He was called out of the room and to have him set up to work when he returned would have been a waste given the time left in the period. So I had him help me. We chatted about where he used to live and then I moved it over to art 0 there is a famous art school in his old town - and got to talking about how he used to draw a lot. He is great to talk to and I hope he gets back to drawing... His ideas about life, culture, and such are developing and I don't want that stifled in him. He could turn out to be a special person. We shall see.
Today, the Photo I Portrait Studio Shoots begin. Not everyone shoots in one day. Those not posing or shooting must assist. This helps them get an idea of the possible job opportunities when starting out in the field. I don't give a whole "Jobs" lesson. Instead, I slyly slip it in with comments throughout the year. I have encouraged them to bring in props and stuff. Very excited for the rest of the week. It will be chaos, but like my old boss at the NBA used to say, "This is what I like to call controlled chaos."
Then there was period 8. My special class. The class with the combination that should have never passed muster with Guidance - unless someone is trying to punish me. Well, they would not pay attention. Three conversations going at once. Rude, disrespectful. So, I did what I now do with certain groups - I ignored the side chatter and gave the attention to those taking part. The participants get the benefit of a worthwhile class, the others, lose participation points and get the message when they see their grades. So far, it is the only way I have found that works with this bunch. One of them has learned that when he works, I give him my undivided attention and help. He has turned it around. I hope the others will.
In Foundations, a couple of kids finished the exercises early. So I winged it. I grabbed a text book and sat with them and discussed some of the paintings that were described in the ditto exercises. These were things like Josef Albers' Homages to the Square, Bridget Riley's Op Art, you get the idea. Non-objective, colors, shapes, patterns. The conversations were fabulous. They were so deep that they were still talking to me as they left the room after the bell! And one of the kids is someone who I noticed exhibits some tendencies to possibly fool around and get in trouble in the future, based on some comments he makes. So I am making sure to redirect him in some sly ways. I am scratching the surface to find what he is about, and hopefully it will work. He was one of the kids in that fabulous modern art conversation. Yesterday, I was working on straightening out the paint container drawers. He was called out of the room and to have him set up to work when he returned would have been a waste given the time left in the period. So I had him help me. We chatted about where he used to live and then I moved it over to art 0 there is a famous art school in his old town - and got to talking about how he used to draw a lot. He is great to talk to and I hope he gets back to drawing... His ideas about life, culture, and such are developing and I don't want that stifled in him. He could turn out to be a special person. We shall see.
Today, the Photo I Portrait Studio Shoots begin. Not everyone shoots in one day. Those not posing or shooting must assist. This helps them get an idea of the possible job opportunities when starting out in the field. I don't give a whole "Jobs" lesson. Instead, I slyly slip it in with comments throughout the year. I have encouraged them to bring in props and stuff. Very excited for the rest of the week. It will be chaos, but like my old boss at the NBA used to say, "This is what I like to call controlled chaos."
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Big talks
So I spent three class periods with my Photo II classes just talking this week. I introduced the "Aesthetics" assignment. I used to split it up and they had to analyse the beautiful in one project, the ugly in another one. Due to the extended/forced student testing, we will have massive disruptions to the school schedule later in the year. So I have to adjust some things. This assignment is one of them. This year, they are combined as one and the students can choose which to address, or address both with the being a connection between the two. So on Tuesday I had them read an old National Geographic article on beauty standards. Last year, they breezed through it. Meaning, they read nothing. This year, I walked the room, watched them read, watched their body language and monitors to see where they were in the article, and made comments to them about what they were reacting to. this let those who didn't want to read know that I might be asking them stuff. So, most of them read it. Although, I did get a few who said "Is this really ten pages? Do we have to read ALL ten?" No, I just want you to read one page and forget the meat of the article/ Jeez!
Well, the reactions were great! Some very personal, some insightful. (Hey, what happens in Photo, stays in Photo.) I knew when I saw my rosters for this year that I was going to get work that was much more cerebral, and the discussions this week showed that. For homework, they had to list ten things they find beautiful and ugly. Many didn't do it, but none escaped telling the class. The rushing of pens to paper was great. The discussions were great. And best of all, few answers were surface ideas. Most were intangible things. Qualities of life, people, society. Everything I was hoping for. Then, yesterday, we talked about our ideas and I showed the students all the studio equipment. (My kids know what this stuff is, but the kids I didn't have in PI do not.) If an untrained observer walked into the room, he would wonder why we were all sitting around talking and not working. But this was work! Hard work! I told the classes that I want them to have clear ideas of what to shoot; do not create a narrative for me. Take a broad topic and zero in on the essence of what it means to them as individuals. Look up artists whose work epitomizes their own ideas, not to copy, but inspire. For the first time, I think they truly get it. Each year I look at what went wrong with this assignment - or what I wish was better - and tweak it. Taking these three days might be the best way to carry the kids through.
Well, the reactions were great! Some very personal, some insightful. (Hey, what happens in Photo, stays in Photo.) I knew when I saw my rosters for this year that I was going to get work that was much more cerebral, and the discussions this week showed that. For homework, they had to list ten things they find beautiful and ugly. Many didn't do it, but none escaped telling the class. The rushing of pens to paper was great. The discussions were great. And best of all, few answers were surface ideas. Most were intangible things. Qualities of life, people, society. Everything I was hoping for. Then, yesterday, we talked about our ideas and I showed the students all the studio equipment. (My kids know what this stuff is, but the kids I didn't have in PI do not.) If an untrained observer walked into the room, he would wonder why we were all sitting around talking and not working. But this was work! Hard work! I told the classes that I want them to have clear ideas of what to shoot; do not create a narrative for me. Take a broad topic and zero in on the essence of what it means to them as individuals. Look up artists whose work epitomizes their own ideas, not to copy, but inspire. For the first time, I think they truly get it. Each year I look at what went wrong with this assignment - or what I wish was better - and tweak it. Taking these three days might be the best way to carry the kids through.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Hooray! I started making submissions to art shows again and three of my photographs will be going on display in a building in Dover. That's good motivation to keep making art.I really did not think they would get in, so now I have to rush to get them framed. I guess I can stop at Michael's on the way to getting my car tune up today. I have to drop the work off on Saturday. The only other day is Thursday, during work hours.
I still feel sick. Coughing, sore throat, little voice left, tired, achy, and phlegmy. Woo hoo. Just a big ole party in this package right here.... But that did not stop me from going out Friday night. My friend had a major life event happen and needed to keep her spirits up. I am really glad I didn't stay home. We had a fabulous time, met a few more people, and enjoyed being surrounded by just good feelings. A relief from the rest of the week.
So I just need to get some not very random thoughts off my chest, and since my guess is no one reads this, I thought I would give it a go. I might hang out with a bunch of freaky looking people. We listen to scary music, have funny colored/cut hair, wear odd clothes, there is always a bit of fishnet/striped/lacy/plaid clothing or stockings, the shoes are strange, and we dance funny. But I will say this: we look out for each other - friend, acquaintance, or just a familiar face. And I will take that over a reactionary disingenuous judgmental person any day.
For instance, there was drama at work this past week. This is the time of year that invites generosity, good will, celebrations with friends and family. With one caveat: don't ask for help. This is the only school I have worked in where I met so many people who were so brand conscious. Newest Michael Kors wallet? Check. Fancy car? Check. Summer home? Check. Tons of money blown on drinks at a bar? Check! Pure breed dog to the tune of several hundred dollars over the puppy in the shelter? Check! Donate five freakin' bucks to defray the cost of the most lavish Christmas party spread in any school I have ever worked in? Hell no! Lucky for me, I was out sick the day the e-mails were flying. I figured out what was going on and my hunch was confirmed by two affected staff members. But Friday, I finally realized why I don't feel like I fit in here anymore. I found out that the people I have been trying to see as friends are more concerned with gossip and rumours. When I passed along the facts that refuted the rumours, I just got nowhere. I think the preference for rumour and strife is more appealing to people than helping out or knowing the facts. Granted, I do not always side with the department that is the subject of this week's ridicule, but this is a completely separate issue from the day to day workings. I do not want to surround myself with people who thrive off gossip and rumours, to the point of not adjusting an opinion when given the facts. I know how people make assumptions regarding one's intentions - hello to the coach who said I was lying when I told her the deadline for her sports' page in the yearbook - and this past brouhaha has just cemented things for me. I would rather spend all my time helping my students during a prep or lunch, or eating said lunch alone than be a party to gossip, particularly when it hurts peoples' feelings.
And now the other thing to get off my chest. (Sorry to the poor soul who might happen to be reading this.) So some people seem to think that sex jokes, porno, and the like are funny. From the time I was in high school, when I expressed dislike for that kind of stuff, I got the "Don't be such a prude" bit. It continues to this day, but I learned to keep my mouth shut. There are so many things people say in passing that I find so offensive as a female. And the reasons for that are many and private. The girl I mentioned a few posts back was at our hang out Friday night. It turns out the reaction to the harasser was due to the fact that she had been raped once. When a man behaves in that way, she shuts down. Something later that night triggered something in her, and my friend and I saw her shut down. She needed to go home. We walked her to her car and talked until we could tell that she was in better spirits before seeing her off. I kept thinking about how I am surrounded by so much flippant sex talk that is so triggering. A person can get angry with me if I offend with a really benign comment (sports? baldness? really?), but I - and so many of us ladies - have to keep our mouths shut about what offends and truly hurts us. There is no balance. I work so hard to teach my students to be mindful of what they say, who they say it around, how their words can hurt people. I think the kids get it, but all I know is that when I see their post-graduation posts online, I realize they have learned nothing. And heck, they are being taught by so many men and women who don't get it either.
Sorry for the poor sod who is reading this. I just want a better environment for my students, niece, nephew, and friends. I have been getting very distressed lately, and am trying to figure it all out.... And how to try to fix what I can.
I still feel sick. Coughing, sore throat, little voice left, tired, achy, and phlegmy. Woo hoo. Just a big ole party in this package right here.... But that did not stop me from going out Friday night. My friend had a major life event happen and needed to keep her spirits up. I am really glad I didn't stay home. We had a fabulous time, met a few more people, and enjoyed being surrounded by just good feelings. A relief from the rest of the week.
So I just need to get some not very random thoughts off my chest, and since my guess is no one reads this, I thought I would give it a go. I might hang out with a bunch of freaky looking people. We listen to scary music, have funny colored/cut hair, wear odd clothes, there is always a bit of fishnet/striped/lacy/plaid clothing or stockings, the shoes are strange, and we dance funny. But I will say this: we look out for each other - friend, acquaintance, or just a familiar face. And I will take that over a reactionary disingenuous judgmental person any day.
For instance, there was drama at work this past week. This is the time of year that invites generosity, good will, celebrations with friends and family. With one caveat: don't ask for help. This is the only school I have worked in where I met so many people who were so brand conscious. Newest Michael Kors wallet? Check. Fancy car? Check. Summer home? Check. Tons of money blown on drinks at a bar? Check! Pure breed dog to the tune of several hundred dollars over the puppy in the shelter? Check! Donate five freakin' bucks to defray the cost of the most lavish Christmas party spread in any school I have ever worked in? Hell no! Lucky for me, I was out sick the day the e-mails were flying. I figured out what was going on and my hunch was confirmed by two affected staff members. But Friday, I finally realized why I don't feel like I fit in here anymore. I found out that the people I have been trying to see as friends are more concerned with gossip and rumours. When I passed along the facts that refuted the rumours, I just got nowhere. I think the preference for rumour and strife is more appealing to people than helping out or knowing the facts. Granted, I do not always side with the department that is the subject of this week's ridicule, but this is a completely separate issue from the day to day workings. I do not want to surround myself with people who thrive off gossip and rumours, to the point of not adjusting an opinion when given the facts. I know how people make assumptions regarding one's intentions - hello to the coach who said I was lying when I told her the deadline for her sports' page in the yearbook - and this past brouhaha has just cemented things for me. I would rather spend all my time helping my students during a prep or lunch, or eating said lunch alone than be a party to gossip, particularly when it hurts peoples' feelings.
And now the other thing to get off my chest. (Sorry to the poor soul who might happen to be reading this.) So some people seem to think that sex jokes, porno, and the like are funny. From the time I was in high school, when I expressed dislike for that kind of stuff, I got the "Don't be such a prude" bit. It continues to this day, but I learned to keep my mouth shut. There are so many things people say in passing that I find so offensive as a female. And the reasons for that are many and private. The girl I mentioned a few posts back was at our hang out Friday night. It turns out the reaction to the harasser was due to the fact that she had been raped once. When a man behaves in that way, she shuts down. Something later that night triggered something in her, and my friend and I saw her shut down. She needed to go home. We walked her to her car and talked until we could tell that she was in better spirits before seeing her off. I kept thinking about how I am surrounded by so much flippant sex talk that is so triggering. A person can get angry with me if I offend with a really benign comment (sports? baldness? really?), but I - and so many of us ladies - have to keep our mouths shut about what offends and truly hurts us. There is no balance. I work so hard to teach my students to be mindful of what they say, who they say it around, how their words can hurt people. I think the kids get it, but all I know is that when I see their post-graduation posts online, I realize they have learned nothing. And heck, they are being taught by so many men and women who don't get it either.
Sorry for the poor sod who is reading this. I just want a better environment for my students, niece, nephew, and friends. I have been getting very distressed lately, and am trying to figure it all out.... And how to try to fix what I can.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Ugh
So, I am sicker than I have been in years. It started with a sore throat Sunday night. The "Downton Abbey" special was fine medicine, but I barely slept that night. I woke up achy but had no fever so I went to work. I got so much worse during the day that it was tough driving home. I had my first ever eye appointment - the time I scratched my cornea while teaching sculpture doesn't count - and I was told I need reading glasses. When I got home, I took my temperature. I had a fever. So, I am out today. Teachers hate calling out. It is not like any other job. Sometimes you return to a disaster. Most subs do not carry out your lesson plans, to the point of claiming there were no plans. They let kids use materials you explicitly forbid them to use.... I could go on. I have a couple of subs who cannot fill in for me because they do not know how to properly work with my more challenging students. The most recent one is an ex-cop who, in a candid moment, told me some anecdotes that I would file under police brutality/illegal. I kept my mouth shut. He told me not to look so shocked.
So the good thing about being out today is that I can be here for our refrigerator repair. Hubby didn't have to use one of his days. And I am going to do some research for a better, more meaningful approach to my portraiture assignment for Photo I. I have them watching a video on it today in advance of the assignment. I want the project to involve some sort of examination or explorations of personality or situation. I brought home a free video I ordered from Teaching Tolerance magazine. Right now I am thinking Civil Rights era photos and the role they played in transmitting the message of the reality of life in the South for African-Americans.
Another idea I have relates to two things. Aperture magazine had an article some time back on 20th century studio photography trends in some African countries. With this Ebola propaganda/panic, I have heard some damn ignorant comments from the students. I really think they have no idea that Africa is a continent with over 30 distinct countries. I might try to find a way to tie these two ideas together. How do things like Irving Penn's staged portraits of "natives" from Vogue magazine frame our view of the continent and it's residents versus the reality and variety that truly exists?
I need to really work on this. I get these grand ideas, do the research, run it by friends in and out of the field, and then get blank stares from the kids. I want them to get it right then and there, not two or three days later.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Well, quite a bit to catch up on. A crisis was averted at Casa Vasa. Hubby found a Tofurkey just in time for Thanksgiving. We would have been up a creek if we had none. I spent nearly all Thanksgiving chasing my nephew around my parents' house. I am still sore four days later. I caught up on the lack of kiddie time by seeing them three days in a row this weekend. I made sure all projects were graded and posted before the holiday weekend. (I am a firm believer in taking time off for the holidays. I work enough the rest of the time.)
So I was going to try to help with a vacant store display in my town on Wednesday. My friend was going to help too. But... snow came. Some schools called the day. We did not. Smart move. It would have been a waste of a snow day. Getting home was a cinch. Everyone - surprisingly - drove carefully on my way home. That never happens. Ever.... I have the commute from hell. We were also supposed to go out that night but the weather nixed that. Very bummed about it. But Friday was still on, so that was good. I might also be a bit sore from that too.
I will say, it never ceases to amaze me how much some people can just let go and drink themselves into oblivion. I have never understood the mindset behind drinking to get drunk. I like to remember the good times, not black out. I know for some people, alcoholism is a sickness, and I am not thinking of that. I am thinking of the sloppy, raucous, high school/college mentality. The money they waste. The horrible behavior we sober people have to put up with. And most of what they drink tastes like garbage. Of course, this is coming from a person who grew up learning that a drink was to be savored and appreciated. (Mother is Italian) One glass of wine, and that is it. But jeez... Some people. I have stopped going out with certain people because I just do not want to be around that behavior anymore. I socialized with them for the sake of being nice, but it just is not working. My true friends do not belittle me for not getting drunk, do not get loud and obnoxious in public, do not do cringe inducing dances to bad music, are not judgmental because I like to behave a certain way. I have whittled down my social group considerably and I feel so much better.
I am constantly telling my students how I live my life with regards to drinking. Not to lecture, but to let them know that it is possible to have fun and be sober. I usually start with "I think I am a pretty cool person who is fun to hang out with...." and I get a smirk most of the time. Some kids nod in agreement about staying sober... Most kiss my butt by lying to me. I might start using the money angle... "If beer costs this much, and you spend that every week for parties, multiply it by 52. That's what you have wasted each year." I do that with the kids who smoke. I let them know that with the amount of money they puff away, I buy a round trip ticket to Europe each year. Ha!
Now... on to Christmas. I do not partake in the Black Friday propaganda bs. I support small, mom and pop businesses if I buy gifts. I shop as I see things instead of lining up like a lemming outside some big box store. I have always wanted to make things for people, but never had the time. So I am going to try to make something for the niece and nephew this year. My grandmother used to knit and crochet. When she died, she left behind a lot of supplies. I used to crochet when I was little. I am going to try to make the kiddies scarves this year. I got the needles out and practiced some different stitches earlier today. I was surprised with how well I did and that I was even able to understand the directions. They have always seemed like gibberish to me. But I did okay. It might also help my hands. My doctor told me I have arthritis in my wrists and right pointer finger. (Yeah, it looks like a man's finger) It seems to be creeping into other fingers on both hands. The stiffness is increasing and I have been getting really sharp pains in my right hand. I remember that my grandma was supposed to start crocheting and knitting again to help her arthritis, so I am giving it a go. I also like using her needles, yarn, and books. Knitting is a whole other beast and I am left handed, so it will be crocheting for the time being.
So I was going to try to help with a vacant store display in my town on Wednesday. My friend was going to help too. But... snow came. Some schools called the day. We did not. Smart move. It would have been a waste of a snow day. Getting home was a cinch. Everyone - surprisingly - drove carefully on my way home. That never happens. Ever.... I have the commute from hell. We were also supposed to go out that night but the weather nixed that. Very bummed about it. But Friday was still on, so that was good. I might also be a bit sore from that too.
I will say, it never ceases to amaze me how much some people can just let go and drink themselves into oblivion. I have never understood the mindset behind drinking to get drunk. I like to remember the good times, not black out. I know for some people, alcoholism is a sickness, and I am not thinking of that. I am thinking of the sloppy, raucous, high school/college mentality. The money they waste. The horrible behavior we sober people have to put up with. And most of what they drink tastes like garbage. Of course, this is coming from a person who grew up learning that a drink was to be savored and appreciated. (Mother is Italian) One glass of wine, and that is it. But jeez... Some people. I have stopped going out with certain people because I just do not want to be around that behavior anymore. I socialized with them for the sake of being nice, but it just is not working. My true friends do not belittle me for not getting drunk, do not get loud and obnoxious in public, do not do cringe inducing dances to bad music, are not judgmental because I like to behave a certain way. I have whittled down my social group considerably and I feel so much better.
I am constantly telling my students how I live my life with regards to drinking. Not to lecture, but to let them know that it is possible to have fun and be sober. I usually start with "I think I am a pretty cool person who is fun to hang out with...." and I get a smirk most of the time. Some kids nod in agreement about staying sober... Most kiss my butt by lying to me. I might start using the money angle... "If beer costs this much, and you spend that every week for parties, multiply it by 52. That's what you have wasted each year." I do that with the kids who smoke. I let them know that with the amount of money they puff away, I buy a round trip ticket to Europe each year. Ha!
Now... on to Christmas. I do not partake in the Black Friday propaganda bs. I support small, mom and pop businesses if I buy gifts. I shop as I see things instead of lining up like a lemming outside some big box store. I have always wanted to make things for people, but never had the time. So I am going to try to make something for the niece and nephew this year. My grandmother used to knit and crochet. When she died, she left behind a lot of supplies. I used to crochet when I was little. I am going to try to make the kiddies scarves this year. I got the needles out and practiced some different stitches earlier today. I was surprised with how well I did and that I was even able to understand the directions. They have always seemed like gibberish to me. But I did okay. It might also help my hands. My doctor told me I have arthritis in my wrists and right pointer finger. (Yeah, it looks like a man's finger) It seems to be creeping into other fingers on both hands. The stiffness is increasing and I have been getting really sharp pains in my right hand. I remember that my grandma was supposed to start crocheting and knitting again to help her arthritis, so I am giving it a go. I also like using her needles, yarn, and books. Knitting is a whole other beast and I am left handed, so it will be crocheting for the time being.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Cut
Well, do as I say, not as I do.... I cut myself with the guillotine cutter in the darkroom. Badly. In the last 10 minutes of period 7 on Wednesday. I felt the blade slice through my thumb nail. Then the blood came. Quickly. And I thought quickly, exited the darkroom, grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, wrapped the thumb while applying pressure. I calmly walked to my desk and sat down. Everyone was working and I called no attention to my silly little drama.
Until....
I had to put my head between my legs to keep from fainting. A student walking through the room asked if that was my coat on my chair then realized that the coat was me doubled over. I rose slowly - fainting in front of students is not on my top ten of things to achieve in this lifetime - and told him I cut myself. Well, then the kids saw what I looked like. My guess is I was a particularly special shade of grey, as usually happens when I lose a lot of blood. Then the concern came. The first student offered me his Powerade to get me back to normal. They offered to get the nurse, a band aid, and other sweet things. I just laid there like a vegetable, but still made sure the class got on....
I had the kids clean up and waited for period 8. As I am near reclining in my chair to get the blood back and the nausea away, one kids comes in and comment on how "chill" I look relaxing there. Then another student comments that I don't look chill, I look... "Grey?" I asked. "Yes", she said. I told them what happened. Well, they got right to work. One of the kids who would send lesser teachers running scared took it upon himself to get one girl caught up (she has missed a great deal of days) without any prompting. Another girl offered me her special sparkly mylar band aid. The kids who were done came over to my computer to gather around while I showed them examples regarding the next assignment. One kid asked if I had to cook dinner or if Mr. Vasa could cook it since I clearly couldn't.
Anyone who thinks teenagers are problems doesn't work with them. The way they handled my stupidity was just so endearing. I love my kids so much. As it turns out, no skin was cut, so no stitches. Hubby took me to the local urgent care and since the blade only sliced through the nail, the doc could only crazy glue the nail. Unfortunately, it sliced diagonally and not quite all the way from one end to the other, so, that will be a hanging problem when the nail comes off. It hurts like hell. It is on my left hand, so functioning normally as a lefty is tough. I feel for Millie and all the cats out there without opposable thumbs...
But here's a funny to show how sharp my kids are. At the doctor's office, hubby kept asking me why I had to cut the paper in the dark. "Why not cut it outside?" Of course, he thinks I was being stubborn at work. "Dave, they don't sell the paper cut to order." "But why cut it in the dark?" It took a bit for him to get that the paper is ruined if I cut it in the light. The kids chuckled when I told them about that bit. "Is he a little less than sharp?" one kid asked. Well, he's not as smart as you photo kids, that's for sure, my darlings....
Until....
I had to put my head between my legs to keep from fainting. A student walking through the room asked if that was my coat on my chair then realized that the coat was me doubled over. I rose slowly - fainting in front of students is not on my top ten of things to achieve in this lifetime - and told him I cut myself. Well, then the kids saw what I looked like. My guess is I was a particularly special shade of grey, as usually happens when I lose a lot of blood. Then the concern came. The first student offered me his Powerade to get me back to normal. They offered to get the nurse, a band aid, and other sweet things. I just laid there like a vegetable, but still made sure the class got on....
I had the kids clean up and waited for period 8. As I am near reclining in my chair to get the blood back and the nausea away, one kids comes in and comment on how "chill" I look relaxing there. Then another student comments that I don't look chill, I look... "Grey?" I asked. "Yes", she said. I told them what happened. Well, they got right to work. One of the kids who would send lesser teachers running scared took it upon himself to get one girl caught up (she has missed a great deal of days) without any prompting. Another girl offered me her special sparkly mylar band aid. The kids who were done came over to my computer to gather around while I showed them examples regarding the next assignment. One kid asked if I had to cook dinner or if Mr. Vasa could cook it since I clearly couldn't.
Anyone who thinks teenagers are problems doesn't work with them. The way they handled my stupidity was just so endearing. I love my kids so much. As it turns out, no skin was cut, so no stitches. Hubby took me to the local urgent care and since the blade only sliced through the nail, the doc could only crazy glue the nail. Unfortunately, it sliced diagonally and not quite all the way from one end to the other, so, that will be a hanging problem when the nail comes off. It hurts like hell. It is on my left hand, so functioning normally as a lefty is tough. I feel for Millie and all the cats out there without opposable thumbs...
But here's a funny to show how sharp my kids are. At the doctor's office, hubby kept asking me why I had to cut the paper in the dark. "Why not cut it outside?" Of course, he thinks I was being stubborn at work. "Dave, they don't sell the paper cut to order." "But why cut it in the dark?" It took a bit for him to get that the paper is ruined if I cut it in the light. The kids chuckled when I told them about that bit. "Is he a little less than sharp?" one kid asked. Well, he's not as smart as you photo kids, that's for sure, my darlings....
Monday, November 17, 2014
So some school thoughts first...
I started having my P2 students use Pinterest in earnest for the second marking period. I pin a picture with a question, they respond with a pic that answers the question with an answer. So I want them to pin by midnight Fridays. I waited until this morning because I know my kids. They forget. And they did. Period 7, a disappointment. I think three kids pinned. But period 5.... I was sitting here just saying Whoa, whoa all the time. The images they found were phenomenal. I so like Pinterest as an image resource better than anything else I have used up to now. Thank you so much to my artists and teacher friends and family who turned me on to this. Even the kids were remarking about the wealth of images....
So we have come out of the dark ages and had our first Pep Rally in years here at work. The old super got rid of them. Now, pep rallies are not my thing. I am an art/music kid, not school spirit kid. I was the one hunkered down in the bleachers wishing I was in the art room, not the gym. But..... For a school that seemed to put a premium on the green blood and community and family, the loss of the pep rally in the first week of school sent only one message: you kids can't handle this and don't deserve this. I watched the crowds on Friday. Kids were excited. Kids who were not rah-rah sports. Kids looked like they belonged. It broke up the monotony of the school week. And the best part? A girls sports team got massive recognition. Hell yeah.
Now onto Friday night. I like to do my own thing to preserve some semblance of the person I am. I go out on Friday nights with a friend. We have met a few people, made new friends. The place we go seems to have a real family atmosphere. People greet you when you walk in, say bye when you leave, joke with you.... The "Cheers" of the freak world. There is a girl (H) we met through a guy that started talking to us. We couldn't tell if she was standoffish or not. But she was there alone Friday night. Guy friend was not there yet.
In the social circles I have always been a part of and the places I go, it is perfectly safe for a female to go out alone. No threatening atmosphere at all. There is rarely that threatening macho male vibe. Equality is the rule, not the exception. So I guess this is why what happened has jarred me so much. I noticed a large guy standing near H. She is small. She would go to dance, he followed. He would be right there behind her. Right... There... As my friend and I watched, we figured H did not know this guy. He would say stuff to her, she did not respond. She kept turning away from him. Then the look on his face got angry. We watched her walk over to the bar. She ordered a bottle of water. He followed with her. I saw him slam his fist on the bar. He was getting angry with her. This was really bad. She goes to dance, he follows. He is putting his body right up against her. She keeps turning away. My friend and I get up to dance. I was getting so angry and scared. So I inch over to H and touch her on the arm. I never talked to her other than introductions. I said "H, is he bothering you?" She couldn't even say anything. Just nodded. I told her to stay with us. He continued to hover and then watch from afar. I crossed my arms and watched him. Eventually he left. We felt good that another lady watch seeing this unfold told H she was watching....
I can't get this off my mind. I constantly have students bitch to me about the dress code. But the problem is, we still have men who think that the way a girl dresses can justify his doing things to her. That guy thought H was fair game. She was alone. She was ... fill in the blank with whatever a girl should not do to make herself prey. But what about the social atmosphere that makes the guy think he can do this? Why does he have a right to make a girl uncomfortable and threatened? I never saw a look like that in a man's eyes before. My friend agreed with me that we think rape was on that man's agenda. My students just do not get it. I will never forget years ago when a boy told a girl in my Sculpture class "Come here, baby" and she went right over. I stopped that moment and picked apart everything that was wrong with that situation. Then there was the senior from two years ago who explained to me that if a girl is asked to prom, she knows she has to give a little something afterwards. Really? All the talking I did would not change his mind. I have had a couple of students who had been raped. One was date rape, the other when she was drunk. The prevalent attitude is that the girl was partially or all to blame. She was dating him... She was drunk... H wasn't dating that creep. She wasn't drunk or even drinking. What's the excuse?
I just can't get his off my mind... It is just going to keep happening.
I started having my P2 students use Pinterest in earnest for the second marking period. I pin a picture with a question, they respond with a pic that answers the question with an answer. So I want them to pin by midnight Fridays. I waited until this morning because I know my kids. They forget. And they did. Period 7, a disappointment. I think three kids pinned. But period 5.... I was sitting here just saying Whoa, whoa all the time. The images they found were phenomenal. I so like Pinterest as an image resource better than anything else I have used up to now. Thank you so much to my artists and teacher friends and family who turned me on to this. Even the kids were remarking about the wealth of images....
So we have come out of the dark ages and had our first Pep Rally in years here at work. The old super got rid of them. Now, pep rallies are not my thing. I am an art/music kid, not school spirit kid. I was the one hunkered down in the bleachers wishing I was in the art room, not the gym. But..... For a school that seemed to put a premium on the green blood and community and family, the loss of the pep rally in the first week of school sent only one message: you kids can't handle this and don't deserve this. I watched the crowds on Friday. Kids were excited. Kids who were not rah-rah sports. Kids looked like they belonged. It broke up the monotony of the school week. And the best part? A girls sports team got massive recognition. Hell yeah.
Now onto Friday night. I like to do my own thing to preserve some semblance of the person I am. I go out on Friday nights with a friend. We have met a few people, made new friends. The place we go seems to have a real family atmosphere. People greet you when you walk in, say bye when you leave, joke with you.... The "Cheers" of the freak world. There is a girl (H) we met through a guy that started talking to us. We couldn't tell if she was standoffish or not. But she was there alone Friday night. Guy friend was not there yet.
In the social circles I have always been a part of and the places I go, it is perfectly safe for a female to go out alone. No threatening atmosphere at all. There is rarely that threatening macho male vibe. Equality is the rule, not the exception. So I guess this is why what happened has jarred me so much. I noticed a large guy standing near H. She is small. She would go to dance, he followed. He would be right there behind her. Right... There... As my friend and I watched, we figured H did not know this guy. He would say stuff to her, she did not respond. She kept turning away from him. Then the look on his face got angry. We watched her walk over to the bar. She ordered a bottle of water. He followed with her. I saw him slam his fist on the bar. He was getting angry with her. This was really bad. She goes to dance, he follows. He is putting his body right up against her. She keeps turning away. My friend and I get up to dance. I was getting so angry and scared. So I inch over to H and touch her on the arm. I never talked to her other than introductions. I said "H, is he bothering you?" She couldn't even say anything. Just nodded. I told her to stay with us. He continued to hover and then watch from afar. I crossed my arms and watched him. Eventually he left. We felt good that another lady watch seeing this unfold told H she was watching....
I can't get this off my mind. I constantly have students bitch to me about the dress code. But the problem is, we still have men who think that the way a girl dresses can justify his doing things to her. That guy thought H was fair game. She was alone. She was ... fill in the blank with whatever a girl should not do to make herself prey. But what about the social atmosphere that makes the guy think he can do this? Why does he have a right to make a girl uncomfortable and threatened? I never saw a look like that in a man's eyes before. My friend agreed with me that we think rape was on that man's agenda. My students just do not get it. I will never forget years ago when a boy told a girl in my Sculpture class "Come here, baby" and she went right over. I stopped that moment and picked apart everything that was wrong with that situation. Then there was the senior from two years ago who explained to me that if a girl is asked to prom, she knows she has to give a little something afterwards. Really? All the talking I did would not change his mind. I have had a couple of students who had been raped. One was date rape, the other when she was drunk. The prevalent attitude is that the girl was partially or all to blame. She was dating him... She was drunk... H wasn't dating that creep. She wasn't drunk or even drinking. What's the excuse?
I just can't get his off my mind... It is just going to keep happening.
Friday, November 14, 2014
ESP
Al Capone's room.
We were able to see some of the site specific art installations. I shot with my DSLR on aperture priority, some in sepia, with a 400 ISO.
Phone Phobias and such...
So last Wednesday night I get an urgent message on facebook. A recent graduate needs help putting together a portfolio. That night. She wants to take a Photo class and the instructor gave her less than 24 hours to prep for a review. Could I please call her? On the phone.....
Gulp....
I don't do well dialing phone numbers. I hate calling people. I feel like I am pestering them, even if they wanted me to call them. So... I futzed around in the kitchen... Cuddled with Millie.... Then bit the bullet. I did ok. But let me tell you.... Talking on the phone with a former student is weird. It's like I broke through that teacher student wall in a really strange way. It was really nice hearing her voice and hearing someone who was happy to hear from me... So we got the specifics out of the way and she asked how Millie was doing. Ah.... they care so much!
Then I got to work on finding her images on the network and e-mailing them to her. I have been meaning to delete all my saved scans and files of student work and burn them onto cd. It is a good thing I didn't because she and I would have been SOL if I had done that.... We made plans to get together for coffee when she comes back to NJ to visit... Hooray!
And then... I took some kids to jail.
Love putting it that way....
I did another trip to Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia. This time I went with the Sculpture teacher and her level II kids. It's really different doing a field trip with someone who does 50% of the work. It's not as tiring and I can enjoy seeing my kids enjoy themselves. I am actually stunned when I tell people I bring students here and they have never heard of it. Are their heads in the sand? Oh, no.... Just busy keeping up with the latest b.s. reality show star or something. My sister used to bring her students here. Gosh, it's been used as a site for movies and even a Dead Milkmen video! http://www.easternstate.org/learn/filmed-esp Where have these people been? It is so popular with photographers, they have a program for usage by photographers.
Well, the kids had a great time. They napped on the way there and were ready to go once we arrived. The guides I get there are always soooo nice. Strange since there really is no brotherly love in Philly.... The site is different each time I go. More stuff has been restored. It seems like I can find new things. I was tailing some girls I knew might need watching. Lucky for me because they found the restored synagogue. They charged their phones there. (I didn't want to risk the students losing our digital cameras so I let them shoot with their phones. Of course all the phones were dead by the end of the trip.) It was interesting tailing the girls.... These kids that people stereotype "bad" might be in some ways. But in so many other ways, they are just kids. They are silly, slightly immature, rash, and just stumbling along to find an identity. I decided to let them alone for the last 15 minutes and retrieved their phones for them.... Let them enjoy themselves.
So I told all the students to e-mail the images to themselves that night and to download form e-mail in class the next day. I was very happy with the results! My Photo II kids shot film and digital, for the most part and Photo III shot infrared - dark filter, hand held light meter, and all. Oof. The kids did well. Many of them want to return to the site to spend more time there. Others who could not go on the trip want to go because of what they heard. Woo hoo....
Now, to just make it through today...
Gulp....
I don't do well dialing phone numbers. I hate calling people. I feel like I am pestering them, even if they wanted me to call them. So... I futzed around in the kitchen... Cuddled with Millie.... Then bit the bullet. I did ok. But let me tell you.... Talking on the phone with a former student is weird. It's like I broke through that teacher student wall in a really strange way. It was really nice hearing her voice and hearing someone who was happy to hear from me... So we got the specifics out of the way and she asked how Millie was doing. Ah.... they care so much!
Then I got to work on finding her images on the network and e-mailing them to her. I have been meaning to delete all my saved scans and files of student work and burn them onto cd. It is a good thing I didn't because she and I would have been SOL if I had done that.... We made plans to get together for coffee when she comes back to NJ to visit... Hooray!
And then... I took some kids to jail.
Love putting it that way....
I did another trip to Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia. This time I went with the Sculpture teacher and her level II kids. It's really different doing a field trip with someone who does 50% of the work. It's not as tiring and I can enjoy seeing my kids enjoy themselves. I am actually stunned when I tell people I bring students here and they have never heard of it. Are their heads in the sand? Oh, no.... Just busy keeping up with the latest b.s. reality show star or something. My sister used to bring her students here. Gosh, it's been used as a site for movies and even a Dead Milkmen video! http://www.easternstate.org/learn/filmed-esp Where have these people been? It is so popular with photographers, they have a program for usage by photographers.
Well, the kids had a great time. They napped on the way there and were ready to go once we arrived. The guides I get there are always soooo nice. Strange since there really is no brotherly love in Philly.... The site is different each time I go. More stuff has been restored. It seems like I can find new things. I was tailing some girls I knew might need watching. Lucky for me because they found the restored synagogue. They charged their phones there. (I didn't want to risk the students losing our digital cameras so I let them shoot with their phones. Of course all the phones were dead by the end of the trip.) It was interesting tailing the girls.... These kids that people stereotype "bad" might be in some ways. But in so many other ways, they are just kids. They are silly, slightly immature, rash, and just stumbling along to find an identity. I decided to let them alone for the last 15 minutes and retrieved their phones for them.... Let them enjoy themselves.
So I told all the students to e-mail the images to themselves that night and to download form e-mail in class the next day. I was very happy with the results! My Photo II kids shot film and digital, for the most part and Photo III shot infrared - dark filter, hand held light meter, and all. Oof. The kids did well. Many of them want to return to the site to spend more time there. Others who could not go on the trip want to go because of what they heard. Woo hoo....
Now, to just make it through today...
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Crashing...
So two little girls in plaid coats crashed a couple of chichi gallery openings on Thursday.
But first...
My friend and I went to see the screening of "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" at the Film Forum. It was the last day and we went to the 3.00 pm showing. We were chatting at a Dunkin' Donuts around the block, checked the time and - yikes! - it was 2.52. We ran to the theatre and made it. We were perhaps the youngest there, but wow! I really didn't see much of a difference between this new restored version and the one I have from Kino on DVD. I have shown the movie to my Photo II classes, discussing the link to German Expressionism and the elaborate sets. However, seeing it on a big screen was fabulous, scary, gave me new ideas for the kids....
Then we worked our way up to Chelsea for some gallery hopping. We stopped in at Chelsea Market - my friend had not been there - and then found places to see art. It was opening night for lots of shows, so we were not in a rush. The first one we stopped in at was nice, mid century paintings and drawings.... Classical type stuff, but nicely done.
Then we walked up to W. 24th and 25th streets. We wandered into Pace Gallery. Oh, it was a David Hockney opening. And he was there. They were recent paintings and photographic collages - those were presented on flat screen monitors. Perfect, since I talk about Hockney and his photographic and art history work with my Photo I students. Mr. Hockney looked quite old, but so happy. I was just happy to be there...
Then we walked a bit more. And oh, is that a Francesco Clemente opening? OK, let's go. There were two tents and then a room with works on paper... I got a kick out of the comments my art therapist friend made about his work. Tee hee.... Snakes, submissive figures.... The artist was there too. I am not so into his tents, but I did like the paper work.
Then.... The Picasso and Jacqueline at the other Pace location. Sigh.... I am so not a fan of Picasso - not his work, not his life, not anything. I like Georges Braque more, if we are going to look at Cubism. And there are many other things to say.... but I won't. This was a meh kind of show. I don't know, the work just did not move me anywhere but out the door. Is it Picasso overload? Maybe. Even knowing some of the love story, it did nothing for me. But then, I am not a sentimental person....
We did see other shows.... but sort of so-so. I was hoping to catch more photographic work. I did like something I saw at Agora Gallery. I was surprised at that since I really am not a fan of their shows. This woman - Tamar Avni - had large scale photographic images of women from the Middle East. They are women who work on waging peace. The images were striking, but not overtly so. Reading the goals of the artist and then looking at the work and taking it in was eye-opening and I thought her work should have been in the front room...
So, my commentary. I like Hockney more now. I liked his demeanor and his paintings made me laugh. He doesn't seem to be slowing down and I respect that. When I went to a Joseph Kossuth opening while writing my thesis, I could not tolerate his "Don't worry everyone, I am here!" schtick. And he sashayed around the place like everyone was there to give him nothing but accolades. Ho humility. I liked that Hockney and the other artists were going to see other works at other openings. They gave off a vibe of happiness at being there.
The crowd? Well, we certainly crashed some high class parties, that's for sure. When Fran Lebowitz is holding court in the front of the gallery, you know you don't belong. But then again, we were there to see the art, not to be seen. The majority of the crowds were there to be seen or be seen with the artists. I am just not into that kind of art scene. I need to make sure I pick the right outfit next time... (sarcasm)
Oh, and the free wine and hors d'oeuvres seem to be a thing of the past.... Budget cuts? Perhaps, but no more free dinner and no more gallery cruisers getting in the way of the art. We ate in Jersey City, and we were ok with that.
But first...
My friend and I went to see the screening of "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" at the Film Forum. It was the last day and we went to the 3.00 pm showing. We were chatting at a Dunkin' Donuts around the block, checked the time and - yikes! - it was 2.52. We ran to the theatre and made it. We were perhaps the youngest there, but wow! I really didn't see much of a difference between this new restored version and the one I have from Kino on DVD. I have shown the movie to my Photo II classes, discussing the link to German Expressionism and the elaborate sets. However, seeing it on a big screen was fabulous, scary, gave me new ideas for the kids....
Then we worked our way up to Chelsea for some gallery hopping. We stopped in at Chelsea Market - my friend had not been there - and then found places to see art. It was opening night for lots of shows, so we were not in a rush. The first one we stopped in at was nice, mid century paintings and drawings.... Classical type stuff, but nicely done.
Then we walked up to W. 24th and 25th streets. We wandered into Pace Gallery. Oh, it was a David Hockney opening. And he was there. They were recent paintings and photographic collages - those were presented on flat screen monitors. Perfect, since I talk about Hockney and his photographic and art history work with my Photo I students. Mr. Hockney looked quite old, but so happy. I was just happy to be there...
Then we walked a bit more. And oh, is that a Francesco Clemente opening? OK, let's go. There were two tents and then a room with works on paper... I got a kick out of the comments my art therapist friend made about his work. Tee hee.... Snakes, submissive figures.... The artist was there too. I am not so into his tents, but I did like the paper work.
Then.... The Picasso and Jacqueline at the other Pace location. Sigh.... I am so not a fan of Picasso - not his work, not his life, not anything. I like Georges Braque more, if we are going to look at Cubism. And there are many other things to say.... but I won't. This was a meh kind of show. I don't know, the work just did not move me anywhere but out the door. Is it Picasso overload? Maybe. Even knowing some of the love story, it did nothing for me. But then, I am not a sentimental person....
We did see other shows.... but sort of so-so. I was hoping to catch more photographic work. I did like something I saw at Agora Gallery. I was surprised at that since I really am not a fan of their shows. This woman - Tamar Avni - had large scale photographic images of women from the Middle East. They are women who work on waging peace. The images were striking, but not overtly so. Reading the goals of the artist and then looking at the work and taking it in was eye-opening and I thought her work should have been in the front room...
So, my commentary. I like Hockney more now. I liked his demeanor and his paintings made me laugh. He doesn't seem to be slowing down and I respect that. When I went to a Joseph Kossuth opening while writing my thesis, I could not tolerate his "Don't worry everyone, I am here!" schtick. And he sashayed around the place like everyone was there to give him nothing but accolades. Ho humility. I liked that Hockney and the other artists were going to see other works at other openings. They gave off a vibe of happiness at being there.
The crowd? Well, we certainly crashed some high class parties, that's for sure. When Fran Lebowitz is holding court in the front of the gallery, you know you don't belong. But then again, we were there to see the art, not to be seen. The majority of the crowds were there to be seen or be seen with the artists. I am just not into that kind of art scene. I need to make sure I pick the right outfit next time... (sarcasm)
Oh, and the free wine and hors d'oeuvres seem to be a thing of the past.... Budget cuts? Perhaps, but no more free dinner and no more gallery cruisers getting in the way of the art. We ate in Jersey City, and we were ok with that.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Screw the Tests...
So last week was testing mayhem, I mean Quarterly Based Assessments. Yes, because teachers need the governor to tell us how to assess and grade our students. We were just hanging around, shooting the breeze for 185 days a year before he enlightened us...
But read this first...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alfie-kohn/why-the-best-teachers-don_b_6077466.html
So I did not give written tests. I had my students do a project. I make sure I always explain why I am doing something when it is not traditional. I told my students that I believe many of them know the mechanics of what I have taught the year so far and having them apply it in the classroom will show me more than having them regurgitate memorized factoids that they will soon forget. The relief on their faces - as well as the nods of agreement - told me it was the right way.
So they did not blow this off like some in Trenton might think. They worked diligently. They worried about being able to get it done. They tried to get me to help them. However, I used guided questioning to get them to problem solve on their own. And it worked. Very well. Kids were showing their peers their "bangin'" prints. They were proud of the work they produced. And I know that the next time they get a horrible print, I can say "Come on... I know you know how to do this. Slow down, take a breath, and think about the process."
As a co-worker demonstrated this week with her costume, life is giving teachers lemons, and we are making lemonade...
But read this first...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alfie-kohn/why-the-best-teachers-don_b_6077466.html
So I did not give written tests. I had my students do a project. I make sure I always explain why I am doing something when it is not traditional. I told my students that I believe many of them know the mechanics of what I have taught the year so far and having them apply it in the classroom will show me more than having them regurgitate memorized factoids that they will soon forget. The relief on their faces - as well as the nods of agreement - told me it was the right way.
So they did not blow this off like some in Trenton might think. They worked diligently. They worried about being able to get it done. They tried to get me to help them. However, I used guided questioning to get them to problem solve on their own. And it worked. Very well. Kids were showing their peers their "bangin'" prints. They were proud of the work they produced. And I know that the next time they get a horrible print, I can say "Come on... I know you know how to do this. Slow down, take a breath, and think about the process."
As a co-worker demonstrated this week with her costume, life is giving teachers lemons, and we are making lemonade...
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Too Much...
I keep getting these e-mails.... Show your students' work here.... Upload images of their art to this site.... Apply for this special thingy.... Do this... Do that...
Do they even realize how much work teaching is? And now we have our work load increased exponentially due to state mandates and such with no extra time within the workday or extra compensation.
I see how it is where my husband works (Division of Developmental Disabilities, State of NJ). If they have to put in extra hours, they are comped the time. If there is an evening information session to go to, they are expected to rotate. No one gets off scott free. They are not expected to give of their free time, with no end in sight. Why? Burnout. The field is acutely aware of the level of burnout in social services.
Well, that message has not gotten to some in education field yet. I am finding myself falling asleep before 9.00 pm every night at this point. I come in a bit after 6.00 am each morning. I don't just hang out in my room. I am preparing chemicals, grading work, researching, prepping new projects, planning... Heck, we don't even have time four our formerly regular morning talks, when a couple of teachers would come to my room to talk shop. I am not the only one this busy either. Far from it....
But...
Not everyone is putting in the same amount of time. I don't expect that, that's for sure. But I have noticed that the dependable, reliable people are the ones always expected to do the extra favours, for free. And those favours pile up. I see it in my volunteer group team. Those of us who are reliable and loyal are the ones given more tasks on the Design Team. I guess it is ok for a group I choose to volunteer for. I do it to contribute to my home community. I want to do it. If I cannot handle a workload, I can ask for help, no harm. But on the job? Not the same.
I see the same people on the committees. The same people coming in early or staying extra for the kids. The same people doing clubs. The same people being given the higher stress/more responsibility duties. The same people "asked" to volunteers for projects. The same people "asked" for favours. But that takes its toll. Quickly.... If I am busy doing a task that is a favour for someone, that is time I am not available for my students. I am not being compensated for my time, but it costs my students time with me. I am being paid the same as someone else in my department or floor who puts in a fraction of the time, volunteers to do nothing, is never asked to help out....
Is this fair? No. However, on our McRel evaluation, the only community it pays any attention to is the school community. I do not live here. I do not have family here. I have no personal connection to this area. I love my job, I love my students, I love what I do.... But it is a fraction of the whole person. I contribute in my own way in my home community. I volunteer for the Morris County Trust for Historic Preservation by scanning documents. Been doing that for a couple of years. Before that, I was on my town's Historic Preservation Commission. I am on my town's Main Street Design Team. I do guerrilla gardening projects - fix up forgotten areas to help my town look nicer, without being asked. I am relied on by my parents for a great deal - sister has two kids and don't get me started on how the procreators get out of ever being asked to help out. I am a working artist and have had my work exhibited around the country and submissions take lots of time. I am heavily involved in two area political groups. I am a committee person for my political party in my ward in town. I am heavily involved in my union. I also have - believe it or not - a few friends I like to see once in a while. Oh, and a niece and nephew who are just the best.
How can I have time for all this with all the extras "asked" of me? How can anyone? I am not a rarity. I am not the norm, but I am far from the only one. Not in this school nor in any other. Yet this evaluation system only values what you do for this district, this community. All that I offer to others in my life out of work contributes to who I am and models good habits for my students when I talk about it. In looking closely, the only result in doing all that is "asked" will be rapid burnout. I see it happening in online communities. Teachers are dropping like flies. I don't want to be next.
I am a teacher, but it is only a part of the whole person. I am an artist, friend, aunt, wife, gardener, volunteer, music lover, hiker, traveler... I can't forget that or let an evaluation or people or expectations take over my life. There are no badges for living at my job. No extra pay. No awards - so far teacher of the year has proven to be a joke. Just a loss of my friends, time with my family (can't remember the last time I saw my niece and nephew), and a selling of my soul. I am not willing to do that. Let someone else share in the responsibilities here...
Do they even realize how much work teaching is? And now we have our work load increased exponentially due to state mandates and such with no extra time within the workday or extra compensation.
I see how it is where my husband works (Division of Developmental Disabilities, State of NJ). If they have to put in extra hours, they are comped the time. If there is an evening information session to go to, they are expected to rotate. No one gets off scott free. They are not expected to give of their free time, with no end in sight. Why? Burnout. The field is acutely aware of the level of burnout in social services.
Well, that message has not gotten to some in education field yet. I am finding myself falling asleep before 9.00 pm every night at this point. I come in a bit after 6.00 am each morning. I don't just hang out in my room. I am preparing chemicals, grading work, researching, prepping new projects, planning... Heck, we don't even have time four our formerly regular morning talks, when a couple of teachers would come to my room to talk shop. I am not the only one this busy either. Far from it....
But...
Not everyone is putting in the same amount of time. I don't expect that, that's for sure. But I have noticed that the dependable, reliable people are the ones always expected to do the extra favours, for free. And those favours pile up. I see it in my volunteer group team. Those of us who are reliable and loyal are the ones given more tasks on the Design Team. I guess it is ok for a group I choose to volunteer for. I do it to contribute to my home community. I want to do it. If I cannot handle a workload, I can ask for help, no harm. But on the job? Not the same.
I see the same people on the committees. The same people coming in early or staying extra for the kids. The same people doing clubs. The same people being given the higher stress/more responsibility duties. The same people "asked" to volunteers for projects. The same people "asked" for favours. But that takes its toll. Quickly.... If I am busy doing a task that is a favour for someone, that is time I am not available for my students. I am not being compensated for my time, but it costs my students time with me. I am being paid the same as someone else in my department or floor who puts in a fraction of the time, volunteers to do nothing, is never asked to help out....
Is this fair? No. However, on our McRel evaluation, the only community it pays any attention to is the school community. I do not live here. I do not have family here. I have no personal connection to this area. I love my job, I love my students, I love what I do.... But it is a fraction of the whole person. I contribute in my own way in my home community. I volunteer for the Morris County Trust for Historic Preservation by scanning documents. Been doing that for a couple of years. Before that, I was on my town's Historic Preservation Commission. I am on my town's Main Street Design Team. I do guerrilla gardening projects - fix up forgotten areas to help my town look nicer, without being asked. I am relied on by my parents for a great deal - sister has two kids and don't get me started on how the procreators get out of ever being asked to help out. I am a working artist and have had my work exhibited around the country and submissions take lots of time. I am heavily involved in two area political groups. I am a committee person for my political party in my ward in town. I am heavily involved in my union. I also have - believe it or not - a few friends I like to see once in a while. Oh, and a niece and nephew who are just the best.
How can I have time for all this with all the extras "asked" of me? How can anyone? I am not a rarity. I am not the norm, but I am far from the only one. Not in this school nor in any other. Yet this evaluation system only values what you do for this district, this community. All that I offer to others in my life out of work contributes to who I am and models good habits for my students when I talk about it. In looking closely, the only result in doing all that is "asked" will be rapid burnout. I see it happening in online communities. Teachers are dropping like flies. I don't want to be next.
I am a teacher, but it is only a part of the whole person. I am an artist, friend, aunt, wife, gardener, volunteer, music lover, hiker, traveler... I can't forget that or let an evaluation or people or expectations take over my life. There are no badges for living at my job. No extra pay. No awards - so far teacher of the year has proven to be a joke. Just a loss of my friends, time with my family (can't remember the last time I saw my niece and nephew), and a selling of my soul. I am not willing to do that. Let someone else share in the responsibilities here...
Monday, October 20, 2014
Liquid Emulsion
Flexibility has been the key word with this assignment. Luckily, the students eventually were able to dig deep and find material and events worth working with for the Personal Journey assignment. However, once we got to the liquid emulsion part.... Patience needs to take over. So, the emulsion is not so compatible with the Eco-Pro chemicals we use. The developer will bring up the latent image. But it does something to the make up of the emulsion; sort of softens it. We skip the stop bath. Then once we go to fix it, it melts off. If it does not melt off then, in the water it does. Ugh.
So with some research, I found that I have to use Kodak developer. Luckily, I have a bag of my own Kodak Dektol at home. I brought that i, mixed half of the bag and it worked! Now I need to have the kids cut the fixing time to practically nil. To compensate for the resulting darkening, I have to have them underexpose the image.
Phew!
If this was last year's classes, the patience would have been gone and they would have given up on Monday. But what a group I have this year. They understand what is going on and know that this process is inherently hit and miss, so this seems to be taken in stride. And we have gotten beautiful work so far. The darkening of the image adds to the effect of the surface. Very cool.
I am also psyched to finally (!) get notice on this art show at William Paterson University. A former student gave me the connection two years ago, but the man in charge never got in touch with me. Magically, I received an e-mail this weekend. Woo Hoo!!!!! And... they include a piece of art form the teacher. Oh wow! This excites me because it validates my opinion that we teachers should also be practicing our trade. Someone bit my head off when I suggested we exhibit something of our own (note: only one) during the art show. The kids love hearing that I do my own art, and that I exhibit it. The fact that WPU does this show in this manner, well, it makes me feel better....
So with some research, I found that I have to use Kodak developer. Luckily, I have a bag of my own Kodak Dektol at home. I brought that i, mixed half of the bag and it worked! Now I need to have the kids cut the fixing time to practically nil. To compensate for the resulting darkening, I have to have them underexpose the image.
Phew!
If this was last year's classes, the patience would have been gone and they would have given up on Monday. But what a group I have this year. They understand what is going on and know that this process is inherently hit and miss, so this seems to be taken in stride. And we have gotten beautiful work so far. The darkening of the image adds to the effect of the surface. Very cool.
I am also psyched to finally (!) get notice on this art show at William Paterson University. A former student gave me the connection two years ago, but the man in charge never got in touch with me. Magically, I received an e-mail this weekend. Woo Hoo!!!!! And... they include a piece of art form the teacher. Oh wow! This excites me because it validates my opinion that we teachers should also be practicing our trade. Someone bit my head off when I suggested we exhibit something of our own (note: only one) during the art show. The kids love hearing that I do my own art, and that I exhibit it. The fact that WPU does this show in this manner, well, it makes me feel better....
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
So I went to a great workshop a couple of weeks ago. There are these new things we have to do - mandated by the state - and the questions we have are not being answered. As arts teachers, we have a great deal to worry about. We are seen as expendable and must do all we can to justify our programs' existence. My district is one of the few that views arts cuts as a last resort and has not put them into action. However, with new leadership coming, you never know what can happen....
With that, I was excited to share what I learned at this workshop. My supervisor was too, once I let her know what I got from it. I sent copies of the documents and model paperwork to all the other art and performing art teachers with a note to each. My supervisor and I presented it to the curriculum director. We were all happy with what I got out of the workshop.
Yesterday, I told my fellow teachers about it in a department meeting. This stuff cleared up so many questions we all had - questions that no one (district, other teachers in the field) could answer because the state had no clue. I was psyched. I was helping my co-workers!
It landed with a thud. The rudeness, indifference, and thanklessness was deafening..... I should not have been surprised. No matter how anyone treats me, I continue to try to present ways to help them and the department. But the lack of a "thank you" or "this helps a lot" or anything bothered me. As I said at the beginning of speaking, we do not know what we will get with a new superintendent. This person might deal with different quality work from other districts. The SGO's I shared were phenomenal. Why wouldn't anyone be happy to have that given to them as a template?
We don't have to be chums, but we can be respectful colleagues. Ten plus years of this.... I will keep striving for the best evaluations and performance and results in my classroom, share with those who are appreciative, and teach my students enthusiastically. However, yesterday added to the list...
Do I dare touch on the response to reviving the Art History program? Nah.....
With that, I was excited to share what I learned at this workshop. My supervisor was too, once I let her know what I got from it. I sent copies of the documents and model paperwork to all the other art and performing art teachers with a note to each. My supervisor and I presented it to the curriculum director. We were all happy with what I got out of the workshop.
Yesterday, I told my fellow teachers about it in a department meeting. This stuff cleared up so many questions we all had - questions that no one (district, other teachers in the field) could answer because the state had no clue. I was psyched. I was helping my co-workers!
It landed with a thud. The rudeness, indifference, and thanklessness was deafening..... I should not have been surprised. No matter how anyone treats me, I continue to try to present ways to help them and the department. But the lack of a "thank you" or "this helps a lot" or anything bothered me. As I said at the beginning of speaking, we do not know what we will get with a new superintendent. This person might deal with different quality work from other districts. The SGO's I shared were phenomenal. Why wouldn't anyone be happy to have that given to them as a template?
We don't have to be chums, but we can be respectful colleagues. Ten plus years of this.... I will keep striving for the best evaluations and performance and results in my classroom, share with those who are appreciative, and teach my students enthusiastically. However, yesterday added to the list...
Do I dare touch on the response to reviving the Art History program? Nah.....
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Smoke out
So I don't smoke. I have a number of reasons.... One that hits home for most people is the expense. When I was 14 and worked at my uncle's deli, the cost was $1.50 a pack.
So I guessed that a student I have smokes. I asked, he said yes. I didn't go into the health issues, the stuff about Big Tobacco, the effects on the leaf pickers. I asked how many packs a week. He said one. I asked how much a pack costs, multiply that by 52, and think about how much that costs per year. I said I use that amount to buy my plane ticket to Europe. Smoking cigarettes vs. traveling in Europe? Easy choice for me....
So two days later, the students comes to my desk after I take attendance. He said the he is going to try to quit smoking because of what I said. Whoa!!!!! Made me want to grin form ear to ear. I hope he is successful. I can pass along helpful hints from my friend. Her sister quit cold turkey this summer....
The next day, in a Photo II class, a few of us were in the darkroom. One of the kids said I am the best teacher he's had. I told him he can kiss up all year but it will have no effect on his grade. He said, will all sincerity, the same thing. I felt so happy and went into typical Melanie mode and shied away from a compliment. I did say thank you. I tell the kids all the time how much I love teaching them.
Then, on my way to the car after work, a GSA member passed some information on to me. A teacher had said something negative about me and the other advisor. A teacher I thought we had a good relationship with. It felt like a kick to the stomach. I played it off with the student and told her not to worry about it. And proceeded to drive home sad and in shock. The words from that student in PII were the only things that got me through the night....
So to keep from letting the negatives of the job get to me, I am making a concerted effort to not let my personal happy things get pushed to the side. My friend and I regularly go out, socialize and make art together. I am making sure I get through the non-education related reading that piles up from September to June. I am also trying to find other outlets that relate to me as a person, not me as Mrs. Vasa. Luckily, my friend is there to help motivate me...
So I guessed that a student I have smokes. I asked, he said yes. I didn't go into the health issues, the stuff about Big Tobacco, the effects on the leaf pickers. I asked how many packs a week. He said one. I asked how much a pack costs, multiply that by 52, and think about how much that costs per year. I said I use that amount to buy my plane ticket to Europe. Smoking cigarettes vs. traveling in Europe? Easy choice for me....
So two days later, the students comes to my desk after I take attendance. He said the he is going to try to quit smoking because of what I said. Whoa!!!!! Made me want to grin form ear to ear. I hope he is successful. I can pass along helpful hints from my friend. Her sister quit cold turkey this summer....
The next day, in a Photo II class, a few of us were in the darkroom. One of the kids said I am the best teacher he's had. I told him he can kiss up all year but it will have no effect on his grade. He said, will all sincerity, the same thing. I felt so happy and went into typical Melanie mode and shied away from a compliment. I did say thank you. I tell the kids all the time how much I love teaching them.
Then, on my way to the car after work, a GSA member passed some information on to me. A teacher had said something negative about me and the other advisor. A teacher I thought we had a good relationship with. It felt like a kick to the stomach. I played it off with the student and told her not to worry about it. And proceeded to drive home sad and in shock. The words from that student in PII were the only things that got me through the night....
So to keep from letting the negatives of the job get to me, I am making a concerted effort to not let my personal happy things get pushed to the side. My friend and I regularly go out, socialize and make art together. I am making sure I get through the non-education related reading that piles up from September to June. I am also trying to find other outlets that relate to me as a person, not me as Mrs. Vasa. Luckily, my friend is there to help motivate me...
Monday, October 6, 2014
Changing Things
So I have become kind of frustrated with that lack of deep thinking in the students' photography. I thought about it a lot this summer. So for the first new shooting assignment in Photo II, I decided to inject what I learned after my visit to the Holocaust Museum and reading a survivor's book. For the liquid emulsion assignment, the students are to shoot a bit differently. They are to examine an event that changed things for them - positive or negative.
As a warm up, we did an activity form the museum's website. They looked at pictures from WWII Germany, with no captions. They answered questions. Then, they received the images with the explanatory captions and answered another set of questions.
We talked about how what one knows and one's life experiences can affect one's reading or interpretation of a photograph. They are to consider this when they shoot. What will the viewer know or not know? How will you address the possibility of misinterpretation or will you at all?
There came a point after I told them their assignment that they were all quiet. Confused. The silence was awkward, but I let it go. I wanted the ideas to sink in. Then, slowly, the questions started to come.... They started to get it. One said this was going to be hard. I could tell the wheels were turning.... And I was happy. I feel like my plan is working.
I was also being observed and that always causes the kids to clam up. I never let them know beforehand when I am being observed, so I guess they are shy or scared. But when my department head left, the conversation picked up. I told them I am tired of seeing the same pictures of the tank in the park in the center of town. Why take that picture? Because it is there. I want their pictures to mean something to them. Some were clearly ready to shoot and took cameras. Others will wait, and that is ok.
As a warm up, we did an activity form the museum's website. They looked at pictures from WWII Germany, with no captions. They answered questions. Then, they received the images with the explanatory captions and answered another set of questions.
We talked about how what one knows and one's life experiences can affect one's reading or interpretation of a photograph. They are to consider this when they shoot. What will the viewer know or not know? How will you address the possibility of misinterpretation or will you at all?
There came a point after I told them their assignment that they were all quiet. Confused. The silence was awkward, but I let it go. I wanted the ideas to sink in. Then, slowly, the questions started to come.... They started to get it. One said this was going to be hard. I could tell the wheels were turning.... And I was happy. I feel like my plan is working.
I was also being observed and that always causes the kids to clam up. I never let them know beforehand when I am being observed, so I guess they are shy or scared. But when my department head left, the conversation picked up. I told them I am tired of seeing the same pictures of the tank in the park in the center of town. Why take that picture? Because it is there. I want their pictures to mean something to them. Some were clearly ready to shoot and took cameras. Others will wait, and that is ok.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
New things
I am introducing an alternative process in a new way tomorrow. I am using the work of a Holocaust survivor as the sample artist. Before showing her work, I am using a photo activity from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum (USHMM). This is a big thing for me. I am tired of hearing the kinds of ignorant comments I hear year after year. Then, I see the students do not learn to think more compassionately or open-mindedly once they get to college. I find that many adults are no better. For instance, upon hearing that one of the candidates for super at my job is Jewish, the thoughts of some were that we might get Jewish holidays off. (!) My first thought was that it would be an opportunity for the community and school to know someone who is not just like them. (Yes, there are still people out there who are clueless when it comes to other beliefs. Someday I will tell you about my neighbour).
We do have a class on the Holocaust and genocides, but I don't know that much of the stuff sinks in. There are still so many kids who continue to use such hate-filled speech as they grow up. The still stereotype. They still generalize about populations. I always feared touching on these types of things because I thought I could be misconstrued as being political. However, our new evaluation system has markers for that type of education. Fabulous opportunity!
When I went to the USHMM in DC this summer, I was prepared. I had been to the Terror House museum in Budapest. That museum is in the building that housed the fascist organizations responsible for many tortures and killings, even occurring in that building. The presentation of the history from fascism's rise in Germany to the Soviet "rescue" of Hungary, to the eventual departure of all Soviet presence in Hungary was brutal. The museum warns that it is not suitable for young children. It shirks away from nothing. As a visitor, you cannot avoid anything - images, audio, video, etc..
This is not what I experienced at the USHMM. I found it way too easy to avoid the most moving, horrible stuff. I watched as so many people walked right past some of the most upsetting, graphic video footage, photographs, writings, and audio. There we were, the same 10 or so people taking it all in. I kept encountering the same visitors all the time. Just several of us really taking the time to learn and observe what was presented to us. How many hundreds of others just breeze on through, day after day, just so they can check it off their lists, tell everyone they were there? What a disgrace.
I know from talking to family who had been there when it opened that the floor arrangement and exhibits are laid out differently now. I wish they could change the exhibits and flow of people so that the harder stuff could not be ignored.
I guess that's why I made sure I altered a project so that I could address this time frame. It's like the kids really don't get it. I want them to get it.
We do have a class on the Holocaust and genocides, but I don't know that much of the stuff sinks in. There are still so many kids who continue to use such hate-filled speech as they grow up. The still stereotype. They still generalize about populations. I always feared touching on these types of things because I thought I could be misconstrued as being political. However, our new evaluation system has markers for that type of education. Fabulous opportunity!
When I went to the USHMM in DC this summer, I was prepared. I had been to the Terror House museum in Budapest. That museum is in the building that housed the fascist organizations responsible for many tortures and killings, even occurring in that building. The presentation of the history from fascism's rise in Germany to the Soviet "rescue" of Hungary, to the eventual departure of all Soviet presence in Hungary was brutal. The museum warns that it is not suitable for young children. It shirks away from nothing. As a visitor, you cannot avoid anything - images, audio, video, etc..
This is not what I experienced at the USHMM. I found it way too easy to avoid the most moving, horrible stuff. I watched as so many people walked right past some of the most upsetting, graphic video footage, photographs, writings, and audio. There we were, the same 10 or so people taking it all in. I kept encountering the same visitors all the time. Just several of us really taking the time to learn and observe what was presented to us. How many hundreds of others just breeze on through, day after day, just so they can check it off their lists, tell everyone they were there? What a disgrace.
I know from talking to family who had been there when it opened that the floor arrangement and exhibits are laid out differently now. I wish they could change the exhibits and flow of people so that the harder stuff could not be ignored.
I guess that's why I made sure I altered a project so that I could address this time frame. It's like the kids really don't get it. I want them to get it.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
So I am taking it slow with the cameras and the kids are doing OK. Sure, some look bored as heck when I talk... However, once they get the camera in their hands, they get it. It takes a bit of me yapping on and on with critical information for them to get it. I just signed out four cameras to period 1. I love how excited they are to shoot.
Foundations.... Whoa. What a change from last year. There were some kids who were clearly not mature enough for high school. they wanted a lot of hand holding. I don't believe I do them any favours if I do that. I insisted on independence. They fought it tooth and nail. This year? Independent, talented, mature.... They are a mix of friendly, meek, shy, quirky, artistic, gamers, athletes, artsy, and anything and everything in between and it is working! I am also loving the change to 3D first marking period.
I have also been doing art days with my friend. She paints, I work with my found objects and make felt. It has been invigorating. The only rotten thing: we can't do anything with noxious materials in the cold weather. That will be a bummer. I might go to painting my photos or pen and ink. Hubby won't like be stinking up the house with chemical smells again this winter. Tee hee....
Foundations.... Whoa. What a change from last year. There were some kids who were clearly not mature enough for high school. they wanted a lot of hand holding. I don't believe I do them any favours if I do that. I insisted on independence. They fought it tooth and nail. This year? Independent, talented, mature.... They are a mix of friendly, meek, shy, quirky, artistic, gamers, athletes, artsy, and anything and everything in between and it is working! I am also loving the change to 3D first marking period.
I have also been doing art days with my friend. She paints, I work with my found objects and make felt. It has been invigorating. The only rotten thing: we can't do anything with noxious materials in the cold weather. That will be a bummer. I might go to painting my photos or pen and ink. Hubby won't like be stinking up the house with chemical smells again this winter. Tee hee....
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Oh, wow, the school year started. I am missing time with Millie, adventures with my friend, staying up real late reading, and all the gardening.
The kids in my classes are great. I already love having them. I have begun reading the lesson book I bought at the Holocaust Museum. I am excited to use the ideas in there. I also have a great deal of other societal issue topics I want to connect to the lessons. So much has been written lately about the role of the photographer or just the photograph in history or contemporary world events. I want the students to make mental connections with what they are learning in History class or what they learn from the "news" they get on the TV or online. I also want them to look at that information more critically.
I put "news" in quotes because most of what they seem to be getting is not real news. I hear a great deal of them talk about this News 12 channel. I have had the unfortunate experience of being subjected to that channel in doctors' waiting rooms. It is the same stuff repeated endlessly. The issues that are happening in the state - taxes, school cuts, corruption, white collar crimes - as well as nationally and internationally are not touched on. Do most people understand the roots of the conflicts in Israel/Palestine, Syria, Ukraine? Do the students know about the debates that preoccupy the governments of other countries? Do they understand the ramifications of the changes in the weather? Do they have any idea of the role photography plays in documenting - bias or no bias, staged or unstaged, unedited or edited - the events? Does it even matter if it does not affect them? Could it affect us years from now?
I have so many ideas running around in my head. On top of all this, I want to slow things down and get the students to understand the science behind the process. And boy, is that confusing. Trying to get them to understand the reversal of the image when the light compresses and then opens up when passing through the lens of the pinhole is a challenge. Describing the changes in the silver in the emulsion based on degree of exposure and then the developer's effect on those crystals.... Taking it slower and using more videos sourced from online. So far, so good. Now think about trying to get them to connect to topics like history and science.... Oooh boy, hard work ahead for me. But excited to try it.
The kids in my classes are great. I already love having them. I have begun reading the lesson book I bought at the Holocaust Museum. I am excited to use the ideas in there. I also have a great deal of other societal issue topics I want to connect to the lessons. So much has been written lately about the role of the photographer or just the photograph in history or contemporary world events. I want the students to make mental connections with what they are learning in History class or what they learn from the "news" they get on the TV or online. I also want them to look at that information more critically.
I put "news" in quotes because most of what they seem to be getting is not real news. I hear a great deal of them talk about this News 12 channel. I have had the unfortunate experience of being subjected to that channel in doctors' waiting rooms. It is the same stuff repeated endlessly. The issues that are happening in the state - taxes, school cuts, corruption, white collar crimes - as well as nationally and internationally are not touched on. Do most people understand the roots of the conflicts in Israel/Palestine, Syria, Ukraine? Do the students know about the debates that preoccupy the governments of other countries? Do they understand the ramifications of the changes in the weather? Do they have any idea of the role photography plays in documenting - bias or no bias, staged or unstaged, unedited or edited - the events? Does it even matter if it does not affect them? Could it affect us years from now?
I have so many ideas running around in my head. On top of all this, I want to slow things down and get the students to understand the science behind the process. And boy, is that confusing. Trying to get them to understand the reversal of the image when the light compresses and then opens up when passing through the lens of the pinhole is a challenge. Describing the changes in the silver in the emulsion based on degree of exposure and then the developer's effect on those crystals.... Taking it slower and using more videos sourced from online. So far, so good. Now think about trying to get them to connect to topics like history and science.... Oooh boy, hard work ahead for me. But excited to try it.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
A little gripe... It is not as if a relative will read this... So here it goes.
I grew up with an Italian mother and Hungarian father. Most of the Hungarians are dead. So the Italian half is all we knew, for the most part. Family was always shoved down our throats. My sister and I were always made to feel we should go to every single event, deal with any kind of attitude dished out to us by cousins, smile and brush it all off. We were never to cut anyone out of our lives because blood is important. Family meant more than friends.
I would guess half the family are still in Italy. I am a first generation American as are all my cousins on my mother's side. They constantly post all this mushy stuff online about family this and cousins that. I am not that type, far from mushy. They have big houses and expensive cars, and presumably the money for them.
Today, my cousin P returns to Italy after 10 days with my parents. I socialized with her as much as I could, as did my sister. We met her for dinner her first day here and I just saw her off, besides doing other things. The only time I met her before this was at her parents' house when I visited Italy with my parents. We scrimp and save to visit family. I am sad that she will be gone and sad that her English is so good! I wanted to practice Italian.
Here's the part I am bothered about - The cousins who have always sneered at my sister and I for not measuring up, being the same as them, and so on, could not even bother to see P. One relative had a gathering at his house to have everyone meet her. Those who showed up ignored her. Many couldn't bother to show up. My parents had a gathering too. Same thing.
At some point, I gave up caring what others thought of me. I think sister did too. My mother stopped hassling me about being like all the others. Last week she called to thank me for being the way I am. I may not be touchy-feely, wear emotions on my sleeve, try to be everyone's best friend. But I am loyal and respectful to those who treat me the same. Sister and I are the only ones of our age group and younger who bothered to see P at all. And when saying goodbye to her today, I got such a warm, enthusiastic hug. And I will do what I can to make sure I get back to Italy to see her and her parents again too. Because that is better than some crappy large new home or a Mercedes.
So when my students feel like they aren't appreciated, or are misread, or don't fit in, I just tell them to be who they are. Do not hurt people's feelings, be respectful, but be yourself. It might take over 30 years, but someone will notice, and you will be thanked and appreciated.
I grew up with an Italian mother and Hungarian father. Most of the Hungarians are dead. So the Italian half is all we knew, for the most part. Family was always shoved down our throats. My sister and I were always made to feel we should go to every single event, deal with any kind of attitude dished out to us by cousins, smile and brush it all off. We were never to cut anyone out of our lives because blood is important. Family meant more than friends.
I would guess half the family are still in Italy. I am a first generation American as are all my cousins on my mother's side. They constantly post all this mushy stuff online about family this and cousins that. I am not that type, far from mushy. They have big houses and expensive cars, and presumably the money for them.
Today, my cousin P returns to Italy after 10 days with my parents. I socialized with her as much as I could, as did my sister. We met her for dinner her first day here and I just saw her off, besides doing other things. The only time I met her before this was at her parents' house when I visited Italy with my parents. We scrimp and save to visit family. I am sad that she will be gone and sad that her English is so good! I wanted to practice Italian.
Here's the part I am bothered about - The cousins who have always sneered at my sister and I for not measuring up, being the same as them, and so on, could not even bother to see P. One relative had a gathering at his house to have everyone meet her. Those who showed up ignored her. Many couldn't bother to show up. My parents had a gathering too. Same thing.
At some point, I gave up caring what others thought of me. I think sister did too. My mother stopped hassling me about being like all the others. Last week she called to thank me for being the way I am. I may not be touchy-feely, wear emotions on my sleeve, try to be everyone's best friend. But I am loyal and respectful to those who treat me the same. Sister and I are the only ones of our age group and younger who bothered to see P at all. And when saying goodbye to her today, I got such a warm, enthusiastic hug. And I will do what I can to make sure I get back to Italy to see her and her parents again too. Because that is better than some crappy large new home or a Mercedes.
So when my students feel like they aren't appreciated, or are misread, or don't fit in, I just tell them to be who they are. Do not hurt people's feelings, be respectful, but be yourself. It might take over 30 years, but someone will notice, and you will be thanked and appreciated.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
I have chosen to read only the "National Socialism" section of the book on Fascism that I am digging into. The author makes it quite clear that Marxism and your basic Socialism are clearly not the same as National Socialism. However, as I read, I keep thinking of how so many people lump Socialism, Fascism, Communism, et al together and act as if they are all the same. As a high school student, I knew they were not the same but I can't for the life of me remember how I gained that knowledge. It must have been a combination of school and independent reading. Now, do the kids today know the differences? Hardly. I hear so many adults use the terms interchangeably, and the kids learn from that. When I talk to friends about a political topic, they wonder how I know. I show or tell them of the sources, and they are surprised that this information is out there.
So where is this heading? When I was with family in France, we were all able to have conversations about issues of a social or political nature and no one at the table seemed clueless. I remember one cousin in particular nodding knowingly and taking part. She is not yet 20. Were we all in agreement? I don't think so. Did we all have something to contribute to the discussion? Yes.
I get very frustrated with peers when they make assumptions with nothing concrete to back them up. It is not a snob thing. If others in this world can stay well informed, why can't they? I don't give a crap about the new reality show drivel or what celebrity is in a new scandal. Sure, there is a role for escapist entertainment, but to what end? I don't want my students to get stuck in this hole of ignorance. I wish I could fit in all the educating I want in my classes. I want to present so much information from all sides, but there just is no simple way to do that. With my subject matter, there is so much ground I could cover, historically, politically, socially, culturally. But there is not enough time and not enough interest...
I do keep trying though. A girl I had many years ago has let me know a couple of times this summer that she wants me to keep on teaching the way I taught her. She said that my topics and methods helped her learn things others never dared touch. She has a great deal of respect for me because of that. It made me feel like I should keep on trying to help my kids be more worldly...
So where is this heading? When I was with family in France, we were all able to have conversations about issues of a social or political nature and no one at the table seemed clueless. I remember one cousin in particular nodding knowingly and taking part. She is not yet 20. Were we all in agreement? I don't think so. Did we all have something to contribute to the discussion? Yes.
I get very frustrated with peers when they make assumptions with nothing concrete to back them up. It is not a snob thing. If others in this world can stay well informed, why can't they? I don't give a crap about the new reality show drivel or what celebrity is in a new scandal. Sure, there is a role for escapist entertainment, but to what end? I don't want my students to get stuck in this hole of ignorance. I wish I could fit in all the educating I want in my classes. I want to present so much information from all sides, but there just is no simple way to do that. With my subject matter, there is so much ground I could cover, historically, politically, socially, culturally. But there is not enough time and not enough interest...
I do keep trying though. A girl I had many years ago has let me know a couple of times this summer that she wants me to keep on teaching the way I taught her. She said that my topics and methods helped her learn things others never dared touch. She has a great deal of respect for me because of that. It made me feel like I should keep on trying to help my kids be more worldly...
Monday, August 11, 2014
August..
I am not happy with this weather, not one bit. We have not even had to install the two window air conditioning units this summer. And we rarely even need to use the ceiling fans. I like being able to garden for a couple of hours, sweat my butt off, then jump directly into the pool. It just has not been that hot. I need 90+ degree days! I guess that's why I haven't played much music too. Music and mood and seasons all go together for me and this summer has not been normal. However, yesterday was Duran Duran Appreciation Day, and so I played a bunch. There is just too much to play in one day, so I will continue spinning the vinyl today. Such fabulous music.... My kids know all about this obsession... One dad even found some Duran Duran pins at the dump two years ago and gifted them to me! I squealed like a little piggy...
A cousin from Italy is here. My parents are picking her up in NYC tonight. She took an engineering workshop in Detroit and has added some time to her trip to visit with family. I thought she might have picked up more English since the time I met her, but mother said no. Fabulous! That means - hopefully - that I can learn from her. I want to learn enough to speak some, not just hear and translate in my head. I have been trying to learn Hungarian, really trying. But it is so damn hard. When they say it is one of the hardest languages to learn, they are not kidding. Oof....
I have been back to doing some art. Art Day with my friend has motivated me. I cast some bugs in resin, have been taking pictures with a medium format film camera, and have some ideas buzzing around. On top of all that, I started the genealogical research again. It all started with dinner with the in-laws. Hubby's mom mentioned trying to look up some Irish relative from the 1800's. Naturally, I offered to look her up. And one thing lead to another, and I currently have five tabs on my computer open for her Irish stuff and my Hungarian stuff. It is so much fun, but also like finding a needle in a haystack. So if I ever need to change careers, maybe genealogical research?
A cousin from Italy is here. My parents are picking her up in NYC tonight. She took an engineering workshop in Detroit and has added some time to her trip to visit with family. I thought she might have picked up more English since the time I met her, but mother said no. Fabulous! That means - hopefully - that I can learn from her. I want to learn enough to speak some, not just hear and translate in my head. I have been trying to learn Hungarian, really trying. But it is so damn hard. When they say it is one of the hardest languages to learn, they are not kidding. Oof....
I have been back to doing some art. Art Day with my friend has motivated me. I cast some bugs in resin, have been taking pictures with a medium format film camera, and have some ideas buzzing around. On top of all that, I started the genealogical research again. It all started with dinner with the in-laws. Hubby's mom mentioned trying to look up some Irish relative from the 1800's. Naturally, I offered to look her up. And one thing lead to another, and I currently have five tabs on my computer open for her Irish stuff and my Hungarian stuff. It is so much fun, but also like finding a needle in a haystack. So if I ever need to change careers, maybe genealogical research?
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Well hot damn have I been busy! First the icky stuff... I do not do diaper changes. No way. But.... My niece was on the toilet and my mother was in my sister's basement. I hear a voice from the bathroom. It's niece asking me to wipe her tush. She just turned 4. I called out to mother who was going to oblige. But niece had other plans. Nonna absolutely was not to wipe her. It had to be me. Ugh. So, I have overcome yet another life hurdle. I lived through it. Barely... Right up there with picking up the garden snake last month. A summer of accomplishments....
Next icky thing... Hubby and I did some guerrilla gardening. If you recall, when I did a certain spot last year, I found out I am insanely allergic to "ghetto palms". So I suited up with pants, socks, elbow length gardening gloves, and a second pair over them. Problem: the gloves kept falling to my wrists. I am now bubbly and oozy. It itches like the dickens. Thank goodness for my pool. The cold water is so helpful.
The slaughter continues. I thought I smelled animal poop in the garden. It wasn't. It was a disemboweled mouse. Another one to add to the graveyard that is my alley way. I mean, I love that there are cats around to keep the mice to a minimum, I just wish they would deposit the bodies elsewhere.
Now onto the good stuff....
I still have no idea the day or date. Ignorance is summer bliss for a teacher. My gardens look wonderful. Phlox, butterfly bush, black eyed Susans, coreopsis, marigolds, chamomile, herbs and vegetables galore! Considering the horrible weather, I am lucky the gardens are doing as well as they are. I so enjoy grazing, working and picking something to eat right then and there....
And the summer of adventure keeps on going. My friend and I have explored new and cool historic places, in town or a drive away. Today we started Art Days at Casa Vasa. It was a light start, but it got my creative juices going. When you get bogged down with work and life stuff, it is hard to fit the art making in. So we are doing it together. I cut a piece of wood for her. She started prepping it. Then I went through my bin of oil paints and the tons of things I collect from the yard. She'll be doing some mixed media painting while I combine my cast resin pieces and felting, and possibly some found objects. We both agreed we were motivating each other. Thank goodness for her.
And the reading marathon continues. I finished "The Lexicon of Labor" which was a dictionary regarding labor and unions. Fabulous and informative. I used to dislike unions until I had more experience. People do not realize the protection that is needed until one finds oneself in a position that needs it. Now, when I hear people complain about their association, I just tell them to get involved to make it work for them. That's what I did at my job. It wasn't the union that was bad, it was my colleagues who were running it. When one reads the history of labor in this country, then looks at proposed legislation and items in the media regarding working people, it is hard to justify the dismantling of unions. Oh, I could go on...
I would write more, but my arms are itching like hell and Millie needs to be fed.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Oops... Forgot about a heck of a book I read.... The Letters of Abelard and Heloise. Whoa! Medieval star crossed lovers. Oof. And I finished the book on women of the medieval era. I am so hooked on this era. I tried to start Jane Austen's Emma. I could not get into it at all. I might try at a later date.
On to finishing a book on transforming teacher unions and trying to decide whether to start a boook on the Musee d'Orsay or one on the Musee de Moyen Age. Decisions decisions.
And the squash flowers keep blooming, including on the pumpkin vine. And I picked my first zucchini of the season. Woo hoo!
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I have been doing sooooo much reading, I think I am addicted. I finished a book on how girls can fight sexism and sexual harassment in and out of school. I have lots of ideas about how to tackle those things in my classes. Then I have been reading through some of my magazines. I get through them in a day or two - The Nation, National Geographic, etc.. I took up a Charlotte Bronte book I picked up for free at the library - "Shirley". Whoa! I was so hooked I read the 600+ pages in less than a week. Have you ever not wanted to go to sleep because a book was that good? This was that book. I have been tackling my French magazines too. Slowly and with the help of a dictionary. I am nearly done with my book on the Louvre. And I have been reading various are and political things too.
I have been going on adventures with my friend. It is so much fun and relaxing. We take tons of pictures, admire the foliage, architecture, and animals. This recent spate of rain is putting quite a damper on things. At least I can't go in the pool have have the hair dye run out of my hair. We haven't started the Art Days at Casa Vasa yet, but soon.
I seem to now be allergic to either watermelon or cucumber vines. The rashes and blisters were horrible. My fingers were swollen so much I could barely type. They are now hardened hopefully will scab off soon. Other than that, the garden is amazing.
I have been going on adventures with my friend. It is so much fun and relaxing. We take tons of pictures, admire the foliage, architecture, and animals. This recent spate of rain is putting quite a damper on things. At least I can't go in the pool have have the hair dye run out of my hair. We haven't started the Art Days at Casa Vasa yet, but soon.
I seem to now be allergic to either watermelon or cucumber vines. The rashes and blisters were horrible. My fingers were swollen so much I could barely type. They are now hardened hopefully will scab off soon. Other than that, the garden is amazing.
I have also begun my Hungarian lessons again. The thing is, I have to record myself for a playback. I hate my voice. I will hate it even more if I hear it speaking another language badly. A conundrum...
And, tonight, I rejoin a group I used to volunteer for. Oof....
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Meeting
So one of the nice things about summer vacation is that I lose track of the day and date. The bad thing is I don't know what the date is in case I have to be somewhere. Like today. I have a union meeting in Wayne on the 26th. I thought the 26th was Friday. Then, yesterday, when I had to write a check for the plumber, I asked hubby what the date was. Then several hours later it dawned on me - Hmmm..... if Wednesday is the 25th, that means Thursday is the 26th. That means my meeting is Thursday. Whoops.
But I still had time to spread mulch and compost on the rest of the property, start reading a new book, and go swimming. I will soon be off to the meeting with a few stops on the way for cat food and hair dye/bleach/stripper. I am excited that we get pizza at the meeting. It makes up for the fact that I have to go to Wayne. Not a fun place to drive. Woo hoo!
But I still had time to spread mulch and compost on the rest of the property, start reading a new book, and go swimming. I will soon be off to the meeting with a few stops on the way for cat food and hair dye/bleach/stripper. I am excited that we get pizza at the meeting. It makes up for the fact that I have to go to Wayne. Not a fun place to drive. Woo hoo!
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
The End...
This is the first school year I have been happy to see come to a close. It has nothing to do with the students or the school. It is because of all the busy work we are now mandated to do. That comes from the state. Tests after tests after tests. Data collection. Scoring. Assessing. As if we did not assess our students each and every day (hello daily/weekly work grades) or test our students' comprehension of taught concepts and methods (hello tests, report, projects, and other sundry assignments.) I do feel bad for my kids. I wish we could have celebrated more at the end of the year. However, we were all beat. We all need the summer to recharge.
I did get a couple of amazing thank you notes. I would never post anything they wrote but what I read made me confident that I am a good teacher. They do get it. I might not think they comprehend what, how and why I teach the way I do all the time, but they do get it. I also like that they want to keep in touch with me. I will miss them, but they are not gone.
I have the summer problem already. Yesterday, I am reading and drinking coffee in the morning while listening to the radio. I felt anxious. Like I was supposed to be doing something... RIGHT NOW. I am so used to being on the go all the time that I am not used to slowing down. Correction. I do not know how to slow down. Someone even told me to slow down a bit recently. I can't.
So I am on a weeding and deadheading craze. I am trying to deadhead all the violets for the new growth. And I am trying to pick all the mulberries (made four jars of jam and a tray of mulberry mash ice cubes and mulberry ice pops), cut the lawn, trim the grass, trim the alleyway, and feed the veggies. The summer projects include cleaning the gutters (I need someone to hold the ladder for me), widen the doorway to the pantry and install the Dutch door I refurbished, and do some art. I also want to do another issue of my zine. And I need to finish the latest batch of scanning for the Historic Trust. I have a ton of reading to do and already got through four publications and I am almost done with the book on women in the Medieval era.
I am also making sure to have fun with friends. Since the Loop Lounge is still closed for repairs... nowhere to dance. But I did go on an adventure with a friend today. It was a blast. We took tons of pictures and plan to do tons of adventures.
Here's to a good summer....
I did get a couple of amazing thank you notes. I would never post anything they wrote but what I read made me confident that I am a good teacher. They do get it. I might not think they comprehend what, how and why I teach the way I do all the time, but they do get it. I also like that they want to keep in touch with me. I will miss them, but they are not gone.
I have the summer problem already. Yesterday, I am reading and drinking coffee in the morning while listening to the radio. I felt anxious. Like I was supposed to be doing something... RIGHT NOW. I am so used to being on the go all the time that I am not used to slowing down. Correction. I do not know how to slow down. Someone even told me to slow down a bit recently. I can't.
So I am on a weeding and deadheading craze. I am trying to deadhead all the violets for the new growth. And I am trying to pick all the mulberries (made four jars of jam and a tray of mulberry mash ice cubes and mulberry ice pops), cut the lawn, trim the grass, trim the alleyway, and feed the veggies. The summer projects include cleaning the gutters (I need someone to hold the ladder for me), widen the doorway to the pantry and install the Dutch door I refurbished, and do some art. I also want to do another issue of my zine. And I need to finish the latest batch of scanning for the Historic Trust. I have a ton of reading to do and already got through four publications and I am almost done with the book on women in the Medieval era.
I am also making sure to have fun with friends. Since the Loop Lounge is still closed for repairs... nowhere to dance. But I did go on an adventure with a friend today. It was a blast. We took tons of pictures and plan to do tons of adventures.
Here's to a good summer....
Saturday, June 14, 2014
While people are busy bashing teachers and trying to take away the few benefits we worked hard for in exchange for paltry salaries, I thought I'd think back on some of the things we do for our kids (either I have done this or good friends have):
- contribute money to help a student's family
- contribute food and/or clothing
- buy food/clothing for a student
- attend a former student's wake or funeral (because they never stop being our kids, even after they graduate)
- attend the wake or funeral of a former student's family (see above)
- go to the performance of a student (or a kid you just happen to have gotten to know) when the performance is not school connected
- give advice to former students (career, college, resume, etc.)
While I am so happy the school year is coming to an end (for the first time ever), I don't stop caring. And that matters.
A California judge just made a ruling that could unlock the revolving door of teacher positions. See if those quick hires (and fires) will care this much about your children when they can't stick around long enough to get to know them. Because many years down the road, we all still care about our students. And we aren't paid to, we just do.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Peee-uw
Oof. The saga of the Vasa sewer line is to come to an end. The plumber is here and doing some heavy soldering. Now, as a Metals and Jewelry major, I like the smell of molten metal as much as the next gal, but whoa this is strong. And he's in the basement and Millie and I are on the second floor. And it is too darned cold to open all the windows.
But it is sunny and 75 in Paris. Ugh....
So the roller coaster ride that is the 2013-2014 school year is about to come to an end. I was just working on my PDP (Professional Development Plan) and this new form is intensive and not necessarily in line with what we do here in NJ. Hmmmm.....
Mother apparently talked to one of our assemblymen about the upcoming skipping of the pension payment. She wanted to know why they can't fix all this stuff but blow money on other things. Way to go mom. But sad that it takes her two teacher daughter nearly breaking under the stress to see the light.
Went to pick up the massive enlarger donation from William Paterson University yesterday. The things I hear about what it is like in that department are astonishing. The woman who is the senior photo professor is killing the program. However, other programs are growing. They lose art kids to other schools. I just cannot understand why ego ever comes into play with some educators. And that is apparently the root of the issue here. There is no recognition that the declining numbers have to do with her, her methods, lack of availability, lack of innovation, and smugness. When I see that my former students are starting shooting companies, working for places in NYC, and generally doing better than their business major compatriots, I have to wonder when this woman will wake up. In another time, I would go for that job. Not right now though....
On to garden info.... Almost everything is coming up in the veggie garden. Hooray!!!! I picked my first six strawberries. They were pretty big. And huge in taste. Amazing. Herbs are going well, sharing them with friends, flowers on tomato plants, fennel all fluffy, mulberries and raspberries, and so on. I am so looking forward to a summer of relaxation and fun with my friends. I am going to have Art Days at Casa Vasa with Amy and any other cool cats who want to come over.
Oh, and it looks like I have arthritis in my right knee and ankle. Great....
But it is sunny and 75 in Paris. Ugh....
So the roller coaster ride that is the 2013-2014 school year is about to come to an end. I was just working on my PDP (Professional Development Plan) and this new form is intensive and not necessarily in line with what we do here in NJ. Hmmmm.....
Mother apparently talked to one of our assemblymen about the upcoming skipping of the pension payment. She wanted to know why they can't fix all this stuff but blow money on other things. Way to go mom. But sad that it takes her two teacher daughter nearly breaking under the stress to see the light.
Went to pick up the massive enlarger donation from William Paterson University yesterday. The things I hear about what it is like in that department are astonishing. The woman who is the senior photo professor is killing the program. However, other programs are growing. They lose art kids to other schools. I just cannot understand why ego ever comes into play with some educators. And that is apparently the root of the issue here. There is no recognition that the declining numbers have to do with her, her methods, lack of availability, lack of innovation, and smugness. When I see that my former students are starting shooting companies, working for places in NYC, and generally doing better than their business major compatriots, I have to wonder when this woman will wake up. In another time, I would go for that job. Not right now though....
On to garden info.... Almost everything is coming up in the veggie garden. Hooray!!!! I picked my first six strawberries. They were pretty big. And huge in taste. Amazing. Herbs are going well, sharing them with friends, flowers on tomato plants, fennel all fluffy, mulberries and raspberries, and so on. I am so looking forward to a summer of relaxation and fun with my friends. I am going to have Art Days at Casa Vasa with Amy and any other cool cats who want to come over.
Oh, and it looks like I have arthritis in my right knee and ankle. Great....
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Ending...
So with only four students in seventh period, Friday's class turned out pretty cool. They are all moving along nicely with their final assignment. We reviewed sample images from past years... Then we got to talking. I have no idea how this happened, but I like when it does. So many topics covered, and the kids just took the reins. One student commented that the US is headed towards Communism. Based on what he was saying, I had a hunch he was mistaken in his choice of -ism. We clarified what Communism entails. I read him the definition of "oligarchy" and he said that what what the US is really headed towards. Then another student chimed in about the inequality in the country and how it is getting greater. She was so fired up. Her father was unemployed for two years and she talked about how welfare helped him. She understood unemployment assistance as welfare, like in other countries, and sees the value in it. She was saying that we should take care of each other. Then she commented that the Scandinavian countries have it right. The other kids agreed. Talk moved to social programs and such... Then they started talking about cancer research and the pharmaceutical industry. They view it as more money maker than life saver. Whoa.
I was floored. Where was this coming from? I told them I can't give them my opinions, but I did interject as devil's advocate. The thing is, they all clearly came to these conclusions based on experience, not what someone told them. In this group were students who: have family in Kosovo, have lost family to cancer, have endured unemployed/ disabled parents, no income, near homelessness. None of them knew this about each other. It was such an invigorating period. And the best part is that they all plan to take Photo III next year. I will file this discussion in my mind palace for future use next year.
And then talk moved on to the zombie apocalypse, and I remembered that I am in high school. Ha ha...
I was floored. Where was this coming from? I told them I can't give them my opinions, but I did interject as devil's advocate. The thing is, they all clearly came to these conclusions based on experience, not what someone told them. In this group were students who: have family in Kosovo, have lost family to cancer, have endured unemployed/ disabled parents, no income, near homelessness. None of them knew this about each other. It was such an invigorating period. And the best part is that they all plan to take Photo III next year. I will file this discussion in my mind palace for future use next year.
And then talk moved on to the zombie apocalypse, and I remembered that I am in high school. Ha ha...
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Show
So we set up the Art Show yesterday. We changed things around a bit. I was sick of the same old layout and we could probably walk the floor in our sleep.... Photo is all together, not split. I also configured the panels a bit different in an attempt to convey its own space. I did research online for this. I looked for art show layout pictures from other schools around the country. I saw one that reminded me a lot of what they did at Morris Hills High School. However, that was too radical a change for anyone.... I will bide my time.
So I have been proud of the skills acquisition of my Photo I classes. I truly believe that when the students look at the the labels on these pictures, they will be surprised at who did this work. Not what you expect form the jock, goofball, or band geek. Ha ha! I like defying the stereotypes...
So I have been proud of the skills acquisition of my Photo I classes. I truly believe that when the students look at the the labels on these pictures, they will be surprised at who did this work. Not what you expect form the jock, goofball, or band geek. Ha ha! I like defying the stereotypes...
Monday, May 19, 2014
So what happens when you rip your husband apart for mixing soy mayonnaise and medium green salsa with a fish taco? You get the same raging stomach problems he gets. Even though you didn't have the fish tacos. Ugh.... Barely made it home form my nephew's birthday party yesterday before getting sick... I don't know what the heck we ate, but crackers are all that is passable for now. And I can't call out over the next two days due to testing. So the Brioschi stays in the lunch bag.
We went to the NYC Anarchist Book Fair on Saturday. There were barely any zines and fewer tables, at least it seemed that way to us. But there were many good books to peruse. I bought a few: A Howard Zinn piece on artists at times of war; a semi-autobiographical piece by the singer of a band I like; something on the cold war; and one I have been meaning to get for awhile - Hey Shorty - a book on how girls can combat sexism and harassment in and out of school. There were so many good looking books on education. It is refreshing to see the independent world getting into the topic of education. For so long it was just viewed as another means of indoctrination. But it is not in the hands of the right people. I see being a teacher as a way of empowering my students, and that idea seems to be getting some legs. I must find these books in the library so I know which ones are worth buying.
Today was a bit rough. All through the day I was getting sharp stomach pains. I was supposed to help my friend with the last of her moving, then go to a very important town meeting. Both of those are out. I sit here with Millie on my lap. Typing. I can only move my upper body with my normal speed. I couldn't walk my normal speed at all today. I hated it. I can't stand slowness..... And then hubby says he is still not 100%. Darn germ carrier....
We went to the NYC Anarchist Book Fair on Saturday. There were barely any zines and fewer tables, at least it seemed that way to us. But there were many good books to peruse. I bought a few: A Howard Zinn piece on artists at times of war; a semi-autobiographical piece by the singer of a band I like; something on the cold war; and one I have been meaning to get for awhile - Hey Shorty - a book on how girls can combat sexism and harassment in and out of school. There were so many good looking books on education. It is refreshing to see the independent world getting into the topic of education. For so long it was just viewed as another means of indoctrination. But it is not in the hands of the right people. I see being a teacher as a way of empowering my students, and that idea seems to be getting some legs. I must find these books in the library so I know which ones are worth buying.
Today was a bit rough. All through the day I was getting sharp stomach pains. I was supposed to help my friend with the last of her moving, then go to a very important town meeting. Both of those are out. I sit here with Millie on my lap. Typing. I can only move my upper body with my normal speed. I couldn't walk my normal speed at all today. I hated it. I can't stand slowness..... And then hubby says he is still not 100%. Darn germ carrier....
Monday, May 12, 2014
Goodies
So a former student is arranging a massive donation of equipment from his college. They decommissioned the big darkroom and we are getting the enlargers and possibly timers and station furniture! I was there until 5 o'clock on Friday looking at the stuff and talking. What an eye opener into that program. Oof.....
I have one hell of a week....
Today, curriculum revision, faculty meeting, then helping my friend move more of her stuff out of her place.
Tomorrow, another three hour slot on my old college radio station. Listen at WMSC 90.3 FM from 4-7. I loaded all the vinyl onto CD yesterday so it will be at least 50% music originally from vinyl - they have no turntables. So excited to have another three hour slot. I guess they like my music. Tee hee... The guy who does the schedule said he liked what I was playing and he's a DJ. Maybe if the Loop in Passaic needs a fill in, I could do it. That's where he DJ's sometimes.
Then a political meeting on Wednesday. A guy ran for Alderman in our town and can't even make it to the meetings. So we have to find a challenger.
Then an ScIP meeting on Thursday. The department has some concerns I have to bring up.... I doubt they will like that, but, hey, that's why I am on this team.
Then a former student coming on Friday, if I can still stand and stay awake.
Then on Saturday, the Anarchist Book Fair in NYC. I can't discuss my politics.... But it is a great place to get independently published works, see art, talk to people, and other stuff. So many zines and books from good presses.
And last, on Sunday, my nephew's second birthday party. I do not like my brother-in-law's family and I have a hard time hiding my feelings. My sister recommended I attend the kids' party in the am. I like that group better and I know two of the parents. They a better people.
Phew.... I have no idea how I will manage, but I will. Millie will not be happy, but I will make up the lost time with her.
I have one hell of a week....
Today, curriculum revision, faculty meeting, then helping my friend move more of her stuff out of her place.
Tomorrow, another three hour slot on my old college radio station. Listen at WMSC 90.3 FM from 4-7. I loaded all the vinyl onto CD yesterday so it will be at least 50% music originally from vinyl - they have no turntables. So excited to have another three hour slot. I guess they like my music. Tee hee... The guy who does the schedule said he liked what I was playing and he's a DJ. Maybe if the Loop in Passaic needs a fill in, I could do it. That's where he DJ's sometimes.
Then a political meeting on Wednesday. A guy ran for Alderman in our town and can't even make it to the meetings. So we have to find a challenger.
Then an ScIP meeting on Thursday. The department has some concerns I have to bring up.... I doubt they will like that, but, hey, that's why I am on this team.
Then a former student coming on Friday, if I can still stand and stay awake.
Then on Saturday, the Anarchist Book Fair in NYC. I can't discuss my politics.... But it is a great place to get independently published works, see art, talk to people, and other stuff. So many zines and books from good presses.
And last, on Sunday, my nephew's second birthday party. I do not like my brother-in-law's family and I have a hard time hiding my feelings. My sister recommended I attend the kids' party in the am. I like that group better and I know two of the parents. They a better people.
Phew.... I have no idea how I will manage, but I will. Millie will not be happy, but I will make up the lost time with her.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Highlight
Last week's special moment.... A student who stopped talking to me for two days because he hated digital so much said there were some cool things that could be done in Photoshop. Once he gave it a go, he liked what he saw. Yay!!!
Then it was a rotten Thursday. I am meticulous when I prep the work for Art Show. I cut each matte to size for the individual photo. Then I pile them paired with their mattes so when I assign students to tape the work into the matte, they just grab a set and tape. Some(one) did not do that, grabbed willy nilly form the pile and messed the whole shebang up. UGH. Then I hit the worst traffic on the way home from picking up the cameras. I despise driving in this area and that commute made it so bad. I woke up the next morning, showered and just did not feel right. I have been feeling wildly exhausted to the point of feeling dizzy. So I called out. Badly needed.
Then I spent the next two days working like crazy in the garden. I have so many little weeds to pull from the grass before hubby mows the lawn. I don't want the tops just lopped off. I want to pull the weed. They are those little tree sprouty thingys. My arthritic finger is so swollen and sore today. But, damn, the garden is looking good! I am hoping my seeds are in the mail today. Must get those babies started in the basement. Still too cold to plant outside.
Then it was a rotten Thursday. I am meticulous when I prep the work for Art Show. I cut each matte to size for the individual photo. Then I pile them paired with their mattes so when I assign students to tape the work into the matte, they just grab a set and tape. Some(one) did not do that, grabbed willy nilly form the pile and messed the whole shebang up. UGH. Then I hit the worst traffic on the way home from picking up the cameras. I despise driving in this area and that commute made it so bad. I woke up the next morning, showered and just did not feel right. I have been feeling wildly exhausted to the point of feeling dizzy. So I called out. Badly needed.
Then I spent the next two days working like crazy in the garden. I have so many little weeds to pull from the grass before hubby mows the lawn. I don't want the tops just lopped off. I want to pull the weed. They are those little tree sprouty thingys. My arthritic finger is so swollen and sore today. But, damn, the garden is looking good! I am hoping my seeds are in the mail today. Must get those babies started in the basement. Still too cold to plant outside.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Adjusting
I am not doing a good job of adjusting to being back in the states. We went to Paris for Easter break. We spent the week traipsing from museum to museum and I did my usual church hunting. I managed to see the major ones I missed the other times - Saint Eustache, Saint Sulpice, Saint Germain des Pres, and others. I walking in on a service at a Polish church and made my escape when everyone knelt. (Hey, at least I didn't get myself locked into one this time. That was Prague.) I finally saw the epic organ at Saint Eustache. I saw bone relics, candle wax stained walls, one of the few intact rood screens left in France, and oh so many other great things. I did not make it to any of the cemeteries but I did see tombstones at the Musee de Moyen Age. I was in Middle Ages heaven! Unicorn tapestries, original sculptures and stained glass from various cathedrals, daily objects, devotional items, and illuminated manuscripts.The third time at the Louvre and I am still nowhere near done getting through that place. I meant to find the Nike of Samothrace and the Code of Hammurabi, but ran out of steam. But man, there are so many Medieval objects there too. We went to the Musee d'Orsay and saw a super Gustav Dore show and a Vincent van Gogh/Antonin Artaud exhibit. Sooooo many Art Nouveau items there too. Then there were the photography exhibits. One was just utter crap. This guy thought he was going to be the next David Bowie in the glam era. He was just a legend in his own mind. At lease hubby and I were not the only ones chuckling. Then there were some amazing ones. A few were commentary on contemporary issues. One was this phenomenal body of work. The man and the documentation do not specify his alternative process other than the fact that it involves brushing the light sensitive medium onto papers. So many ideas for work.
We went to parks galore - everything was in bloom. I love when I travel abroad and see that much of what I grow is grown in Europe. I can't stand seeing the same garbage in every garden here - Stella d'Oro daylilies, Russian sage, blah, blah, blah. I was super excited to see a preponderance of irises just like the purple ones I have. The same beards, coloring, and lack of ruffles. And many other things. All the bulbs were in bloom - just the daffodils and hyacinths were past. The Luxembourg Gardens, Jardin des Plantes (with a peek at the just re-opened zoo and some wallabies), the medicinal gardens at the Musee de Moyen Age, and their version of the High Line. This was so nice. More enclosed and intimate and runs past all these amazing 1800's apartment buildings. Yes, we tried to peek into apartments. How could we not?
We made it to the catacombs. Tip: get in line at 9.00 am for the 10.00 am opening or you will be in line for over 3 hours. We had the best apple pastry I have ever had in my life. Flakey, light, warm. Then the excitement. Over six million people are down there. This is not the result of killings and dumpings. This was done methodically and with reverence for the dead. The burial grounds they came from are noted with stone plaques. There is a rustic chapel down there. They say it is a 45 minute visit. Only if you don't care where you are. We took an hour and forty-five minutes. And that could have been extended if we weren't getting hungry.
Then we spent Easter day with family. That is a large part of the problem we are having in adjusting. It is one thing to visit a place and get an idea of what life is like by observing and reading locals stuff. But going to someone's house and talking to the people who live there - of multiple generations - is eye-opening. I met a host of cousins I had never met before. My mom's cousin was as hospitable as ever. He drove us around the towns, told us stuff. And he does not speak English. Hubby said I did very well with my French. I vow to do better. Much better. We learned a great deal over the course of the day, from Biagio, his two adult kids, and their kids.
One example: no one took out a cell phone at the table during dinner or dessert. No one. The five kids there were teenagers up through nineteen years old. We had also noticed a lack of cell phones out at tables in restaurants over the course of the week. Biagio bemoans the growing lack of respect in France. If he came here, he would be disgusted. The children and parents seemed to get along differently. I have had no patience for the cell phone crap in school at all this past week. I have mentioned the lack of respect to almost every class. I did get through to one person. He called me over on Friday to apologize for his behavior this week.
In the museums, we saw people of all types - old, young, artsy, frumpy - taking in the art. No whining children who hated being in a place of culture. One very young kid was working on a beautiful sketch. People took their time adoring, studying, reading, sketching.... People were in the museums and clearly loved and appreciated what they were looking at, not looking to check off another item from their "bucket list." I was told there is a respect for the history. I had a hunch, but this time it was confirmed.
And here I am trying to get my students to appreciate what we teachers are passing on to them, trying to drive to and from work without being terrorized by some frustrated middle aged man in a testosterone-fueled gas guzzling vehicle who thinks I should be driving over 65 in the right lane because it's his right as an American to speed and ride my butt. But why is this even necessary? Why don't people respect each other? When a car overtakes my dad while driving in Italy, there was no malicious intent. It was just "I want to go faster, so I will pass you." No aggression, no anger. Why can't a kid (and the parent for that matter) understand that when we are in a classroom together, that is time for us to pay 100% attention to each other, not some wireless device?
I'm done ranting. I'll just keep dreaming of a better life filled with courtesy and respect. Someday, I will find it. But not here, sadly.
We went to parks galore - everything was in bloom. I love when I travel abroad and see that much of what I grow is grown in Europe. I can't stand seeing the same garbage in every garden here - Stella d'Oro daylilies, Russian sage, blah, blah, blah. I was super excited to see a preponderance of irises just like the purple ones I have. The same beards, coloring, and lack of ruffles. And many other things. All the bulbs were in bloom - just the daffodils and hyacinths were past. The Luxembourg Gardens, Jardin des Plantes (with a peek at the just re-opened zoo and some wallabies), the medicinal gardens at the Musee de Moyen Age, and their version of the High Line. This was so nice. More enclosed and intimate and runs past all these amazing 1800's apartment buildings. Yes, we tried to peek into apartments. How could we not?
We made it to the catacombs. Tip: get in line at 9.00 am for the 10.00 am opening or you will be in line for over 3 hours. We had the best apple pastry I have ever had in my life. Flakey, light, warm. Then the excitement. Over six million people are down there. This is not the result of killings and dumpings. This was done methodically and with reverence for the dead. The burial grounds they came from are noted with stone plaques. There is a rustic chapel down there. They say it is a 45 minute visit. Only if you don't care where you are. We took an hour and forty-five minutes. And that could have been extended if we weren't getting hungry.
Then we spent Easter day with family. That is a large part of the problem we are having in adjusting. It is one thing to visit a place and get an idea of what life is like by observing and reading locals stuff. But going to someone's house and talking to the people who live there - of multiple generations - is eye-opening. I met a host of cousins I had never met before. My mom's cousin was as hospitable as ever. He drove us around the towns, told us stuff. And he does not speak English. Hubby said I did very well with my French. I vow to do better. Much better. We learned a great deal over the course of the day, from Biagio, his two adult kids, and their kids.
One example: no one took out a cell phone at the table during dinner or dessert. No one. The five kids there were teenagers up through nineteen years old. We had also noticed a lack of cell phones out at tables in restaurants over the course of the week. Biagio bemoans the growing lack of respect in France. If he came here, he would be disgusted. The children and parents seemed to get along differently. I have had no patience for the cell phone crap in school at all this past week. I have mentioned the lack of respect to almost every class. I did get through to one person. He called me over on Friday to apologize for his behavior this week.
In the museums, we saw people of all types - old, young, artsy, frumpy - taking in the art. No whining children who hated being in a place of culture. One very young kid was working on a beautiful sketch. People took their time adoring, studying, reading, sketching.... People were in the museums and clearly loved and appreciated what they were looking at, not looking to check off another item from their "bucket list." I was told there is a respect for the history. I had a hunch, but this time it was confirmed.
And here I am trying to get my students to appreciate what we teachers are passing on to them, trying to drive to and from work without being terrorized by some frustrated middle aged man in a testosterone-fueled gas guzzling vehicle who thinks I should be driving over 65 in the right lane because it's his right as an American to speed and ride my butt. But why is this even necessary? Why don't people respect each other? When a car overtakes my dad while driving in Italy, there was no malicious intent. It was just "I want to go faster, so I will pass you." No aggression, no anger. Why can't a kid (and the parent for that matter) understand that when we are in a classroom together, that is time for us to pay 100% attention to each other, not some wireless device?
I'm done ranting. I'll just keep dreaming of a better life filled with courtesy and respect. Someday, I will find it. But not here, sadly.
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