Month: May 2021

Morning in the Hall

He comes in, earbuds screaming, slouches down against the wall, and proclaims, “I’m hungry!” Digging around in his bag, he reveals a bag of Doritos and with a rustle of ____ (Material of chips bags) adding to the chaos of the noise coming from his earbuds, he rips the bag open and shoves a handful of chips into his mouth. This is his breakfast; this is how he starts his day. He feeds his brain with aggressive hip-hop; he feeds his body with empty calories. Is it any wonder that the row of grades trailing after his name is also empty, a trail of “NHI’s” (Not Handed In) and grades in the twenties, thirties, and forties.

She sits against the wall, her head down, long hair hiding her face. She hasn’t spoken a word since coming onto the hall half an hour ago, and she only looks up with furtive glances that betray a desperate desire to remain invisible, to appear uninterested, to maintain an air of distance.

The End of Masks and the GOP

On May 11, Governor McMaster issued an Executive Order to provide a mask opt-out process for families, and this in conflict with pandemic recommendations from the South Carolina Department of Health and Environmental Control (SCDHEC), the CDC, as well as state and local medical health systems. In other words, our Republican governor, an attorney by training, has decided that he knows better than agencies filled with pulmonologists, epidemiologists, virologists, and other public health experts. It’s a fairly typical Republican, science-doubting response, I think. If Republican scientific ignorance and skepticism don’t kill us one way, it will kill us another.

This all happened at the same time the GOP removed Liz Cheney from her leadership position because she had the audacity to recognize reality regarding the 2020 election and the January 6 attack on the Capitol. In doing so, the GOP essentially ceased to exist. The GQP or QOP took its place, substituting Qanon conspiracy theories for common sense and trading fealty to a narcissist for the rule of law.

These two events make it clear: the Republican party, as it currently exists today, is, in fact, an existential danger to our republic. They are not only willing but eager to welcome back into the highest office a man who encouraged a seditious attack against his own country. Republicans have chosen fealty to a man who puts himself above the common good of the country and time and time again elevates himself above the constitution and the rule of law. Republicans have chosen to rally around a man who could, without much hyperbole, be labeled a traitor to his country.

Jaggers

Jaggers — the name just seems to reflect the character. Jagged and dagger-like. There is nothing rounded-off or soft about that man. He is all angles and sharp edges. Like a dagger he seems to cut straight to the heart of most matters. He’s all business at all times. “I am paid for my services or I wouldn’t render them,” he says to Pip.

And yet he takes the care to worry about Pip and his interactions with Drummle, warning him to keep his distance.  In addition, we find in chapter 51, we read

“Put the case that he lived in an atmosphere of evil, and that all he saw of children was their being generated in great numbers for certain destruction. Put the case that he often saw children solemnly tried at a criminal bar, where they were held up to be seen; put the case that he habitually knew of their being imprisoned, whipped, transported, neglected, cast out, qualified in all ways for the hangman, and growing up to be hanged. Put the case that pretty nigh all the children he saw in his daily business life he had reason to look upon as so much spawn, to develop into the fish that were to come to his net,—to be prosecuted, defended, forsworn, made orphans, bedevilled somehow.”

“I follow you, sir.”

“Put the case, Pip, that here was one pretty little child out of the heap who could be saved; whom the father believed dead, and dared make no stir about; as to whom, over the mother, the legal adviser had this power: “I know what you did, and how you did it. You came so and so, you did such and such things to divert suspicion. I have tracked you through it all, and I tell it you all. Part with the child, unless it should be necessary to produce it to clear you, and then it shall be produced. Give the child into my hands, and I will do my best to bring you off. If you are saved, your child is saved too; if you are lost, your child is still saved.” Put the case that this was done, and that the woman was cleared.”

Here we see him not standing unaffected in the the horror of Victorian London but rather moved to save the one child he can save.

So why that hard, jagged exterior? Perhaps it’s an understandable cynicism about the number of children “he saw in his daily business life [whom] he had reason to look upon as so much spawn, to develop into the fish that were to come to his net,—to be prosecuted, defended, forsworn, made orphans, bedevilled somehow.” He has literally seen it all — probably even executions of kids — and it has made him cynical about the level of “justice” the system seems to be metes out to the less fortunate. He knows that a child born into poverty in Victorian England is a child destined to suffer for her entire life. He knows that such poverty in London leads almost always in one direction to prison. The word choice in describing this is so effective as well: he sees them “as so much spawn,” just children produced without thought, without worry about the future or consequences. They’re no more important as individuals as newly-spawned fish in a hatchery, and they’re as easily destroyed.

I wonder if this cynicism reflects Dickens’s own cynicism.

The Gargeries

The kids are reading Great Expectations, and this week we’ll be working on how Dickens creates such masterfully drawn and memorable characters.

Two of the characters we’re looking at are Joe Gargery, Pip’s step-father, and his wife whom Pip never calls anything other than “Mrs. Joe.” We first meet her in chapter one, but it’s in the next chapter that we get some background information:

My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation with herself and the neighbours because she had brought me up “by hand.” Having at that time to find out for myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand.

She was not a good-looking woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites. He was a mild, good-natured, sweet-tempered, easy-going, foolish, dear fellow,—a sort of Hercules in strength, and also in weakness.

My sister, Mrs. Joe, with black hair and eyes, had such a prevailing redness of skin that I sometimes used to wonder whether it was possible she washed herself with a nutmeg-grater instead of soap. She was tall and bony, and almost always wore a coarse apron, fastened over her figure behind with two loops, and having a square impregnable bib in front, that was stuck full of pins and needles. She made it a powerful merit in herself, and a strong reproach against Joe, that she wore this apron so much. Though I really see no reason why she should have worn it at all; or why, if she did wear it at all, she should not have taken it off, every day of her life.

We get a lot of information in that passage, but since it’s through Pip’s eyes, he fails to see the nuance. Pip says that “she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand” but he also admits that Joe is “a sort of Hercules in strength.” The question then arises: why does Joe allow Mrs. Joe to be abusive both to him and Pip? If we look at what she faced, a few things come into focus: at twenty, she was forced to raise her little brother as her parents joined five of her siblings in the church graveyard. Joe married her because otherwise, a single woman with her infant brother to raise, she would have had most likely to turn to prostitution to support them. Perhaps this has something to do with it.

High Tatras

View across the Liptovská kotlina (Liptov Basin), in the distance the High Tatra mountains, Slovakia – 1949.

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Scouting in a Pandemic

is boring. Well, not necessarily boring, but almost all the trips disappear, pack and den meetings are carefully choreographed disasters of social distancing (always) and mask wearing (when indoors at least), and everyone gets the feeling that scouting is just not what it used to be.

This evening, we had the final pack meeting of the year before the crossing over ceremony later in the month, when E and the other bears move up to Weblos. After that portion of the meeting, we adults talked about what trips we might take next year. Some of the decisions we made:

  • Overnight at the Lost Sea, billed as America’s largest underground lake
  • Overnight at an aquarium, sleeping in the shark tunnel with sharks swimming all around us
  • A hike to the top of Table Rock, a local formation here in the Upstate
  • A winter tubing adventure

I told the Boy about these things as we drove home. “I definitely want to sign up next year!”

First Concert

The first concert I ever attended was in Johnson City, Tennessee in about 1985 or 1986. The band was Huey Lewis and the News, and even though I was not the biggest fan, I joined two friends (who were brothers) for the concert. Their dad dropped us off and then met us once it was over.

It wasn’t until a few years later that I went to a concert because I truly loved the band and not simply because I had the chance to see someone live. It was R.E.M. in Knoxville, and it’s a concert I remember to this day.

In college, I got to see a number of bands like the Pixies and U2, but the most exciting for me was Pink Floyd.

But there was always one band missing, always a single concert that I thought, “If I ever get a chance…” My first love. Genesis. Now, there’s no way I’ll ever see the Genesis I’ve always truly loved — the Genesis of the early- to mid-seventies with Peter Gabriel on lead vocals and Steve Hackett on lead guitar. But the genius of the band, musically speaking, has always been the keyboard player, Tony Banks. He’s still with them. Phil Collins can no longer stand for long periods, and Mike Rutherford — who knows? But they’re coming out of retirement for one last tour. And my best friend and I have tickets to see them in Charlotte. And we have an extra ticket, for the Boy’s first concert.

“I’m a little nervous,” he confessed. “It is my first concert. Mama said it will be very loud.”

“It will be,” I confirmed. “But you’ll have ear protection.”

Testing 2021, Day 2

I read the instructions to the kids — the same instructions I’ve read for years. It’s the same test program they’ve used for years. (Doesn’t the company to which our state pays millions of dollars ever develop new software? Isn’t this just antiquated after so many years?) Then comes the statement: “Do your best when answering the questions.” It might not be a word-for-word quote there, but it’s the gist.

I literally remind the kids to do their best.

To be fair, though, it’s hard for the kids to see any sense in this test. By the time the results come back in September, they’re a month into their high school adventure — what do they care about middle school scores anymore? As far as they can tell, the test does nothing for them, affects them in no way.

That’s a two-edged sword, to be honest. On the one hand, it saves them worry and stress. On the other hand, it makes it more difficult for them to take the thing seriously. And why should they?

I usually level with them: “It has no real effect on you.”

“Why do we do it?” they ask.

“It’s a measure of my effectiveness.” If all my students fail the test, that reflects badly on me. If the expected number fail the test, I’m an adequate teacher. If fewer than expected fail the test, I’m an excellent teacher.

It’s all about the numbers, as it always is. Wheezer says it best:

There’s always a number that’ll make you feel bad ’bout yourself
You try to measure up, try to measure up to somebody else
Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you
Numbers, ooh
They say that you’re too short to join the team
And your IQ’s too low for poetry
Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you

Education has three agents:

  • students,
  • parents, and
  • teachers.

It’s only that third element that can be legislated, and those numbers are a useful metric in that endeavor.

So I smiled and read again today, “Do your best when answering questions.”

Testing 2021, Day 1

After hours of testing, confined essentially to little boxes, my students decided to have lunch standing.

Tournament Weekend

Both the kids had tournaments this weekend. The Girl’s tournament was outside Atlanta, and it was her first time in competitive sand volleyball.

“How’d it go?” I asked.

“I got sand in my mouth,” was the first impression.

The Boy’s tournament was local. They made it to the semifinals then lost.

“We should have won” was the sentiment. How to get him to accept “win some, lose some” and still have the fire in the belly?