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Volleyball Wednesday

The Girl's team had another game today -- their fourth or so. It was against St. Joseph's, a local Catholic school that houses grades K-12. Their girls looked awfully small. And then we learned that they're just sixth- and seventh-grade players. The eighth-grade players move up and play on the high school team.

That put things in a whole new perspective, to be sure.

Still, it's not about winning and losing they say -- and I happen to believe as well. The Girl did the best she could, shook off mistakes and kept going, and was a constant encouragement to her team members.

Covid-Era Lesson

Today we began the heavy lifting of the first unit of significance: we're learning the difference between analyzing and summarizing in order to begin analyzing short stories. We looked at Li-young  Lee's "The GIft" in order to determine the difference. The first step was to determine how much of the summary was not from the poem, highlighting those portions in the summary yellow. By the middle of class, it was clear to students that none of the summary should be highlighted yellow as all of the material in the summary comes directly or indirectly from the text.

Next students looked at analysis of the poem:

The poem “The Gift” tells the story of a young boy whose father is removing a splinter from his hand. It is a poem about the fact that everyday events like pulling a splinter out can be in fact gifts, and the poem accomplishes this by highlighting apparent opposites. To begin with, the act of pulling a splinter out of the hand is inherently violent, but the poem creates a tenderness about it. The speaker tells us that instead of focusing on the painful act of pulling the splinter out, he “watched his [father's] lovely face” and listened as his father “recited a story in a low voice.” His father's face and voice were calming, and this undoubtedly helped turn the situation into a calm memory later in life. In fact, instead of being a violent act, this is only a tender moment.

Students, working in groups, were to highlight light blue anything that's an inference and dark red anything that comes directly from the text.

The upshot was the understanding that most if not all of the content for summary comes from the text itself whereas most of the content in analysis comes from the writer's head -- opinion and inference backed from the text.

The final step was to analyze the paragraph for Schaffer completeness. Students determined the following:

  • This sentence feels like a topic sentence (it makes a claim) but is in the wrong location:
    It is a poem about the fact that everyday events like pulling a splinter out can be in fact gifts, and the poem accomplishes this by highlighting apparent opposites.
  • The third sentence feels like it might be a CD because it's got a transition element but it's an opinion, which is not the role of CDs but rather CMs or even TSs.
    To begin with, the act of pulling a splinter out of the hand is inherently violent, but the poem creates a tenderness about it.
  • The fourth sentence has a quote, which means it comes from the writer's source (in this case, the poem) and not his/her head. This means it feels like a CD but is in the position of a CM otherwise.
    The speaker tells us that instead of focusing on the painful act of pulling the splinter out, he “watched his [father's] lovely face” and listened as his father “recited a story in a low voice.”

Lake Tillery 2020

From the Past

It doesn't seem so long ago -- we always say that, and we always will.

The Girl, Gone

Another one from Papa's folder.

As for what happened today -- nothing much. Planning, mowing. Nothing major. However, K and the kids are gone, off for a weekend with friends at the lake. Papa and I are here alone. The house is so quiet. And lonely.

Schooling 2020

Were this a normal week, I would have finished today feeling that I had laid the foundation my students for the rest of the year by teaching them the basics of the writing system we use. They would have practiced and planned with partners as I wandered about the room, listening to conversations here and there and intervening when I felt it was necessary.

"Please zoom in to 150% on Google Docs," I would have said, "so I can get a peek as I walk by and see if you need direction or not." I would have looked over students shoulders to see if their first attempts with this at-first bizarre system of writing I teach (and insist on students using) were developing according to plan.

I would have told a few students, "Look, you really need some one-on-one time with this, so come by tomorrow during advisory, and we'll make sure you leave feeling much more confident."

Instead, I went step by step with students through the process, but each student was with me for a different part of the process; the other time they worked through it on their own at home with materials I developed. Which means I was unable to assess and assist them as they went along. Which meant I spent an inordinate amount of time assessing things online this week that I never would have assessed in a normal year. Which means I'm not at all confident about my students' development right now.

Covid-schooling.

Discovered Treasures

I was going through Lightroom folders when I found one called "100CANON_fromPapasCamera" from 2013. It was, as the name suggests, from Papa's camera.

Lots of pictures I don't remember seeing.

The Doll

I don't remember where the doll came from -- some aunt or other gave it to us, or maybe Nana. It's fairly lifelike in its size and features. Enough that when we first put the doll's box in E's closet (far back on the top shelf), he fussed quite about about how terrifying it was to think that such a thing was lurking inside his closet.

Today, K got the doll out to practice for a shoot she did for a friend who just had her first child.

As the Boy was cleaning up his room before bed, I noticed the box on his bed and went downstairs to retrieve the doll. I tried to sneak back in without him noticing because I feared a little breakdown when he realized the doll was going back into the closet.

"Oh, are you putting the doll up?" I heard behind me.

"Yeah. Mama was using it to practice pictures with today."

"Oh." Pause. "That doll -- I used to be so scared of it."

Spicy

The Boy has a love/hate relationship with spicy things -- well, things he calls spicy. Coke is a little spicy, he says, and I guess there is something of a tingle in the flavor, a small little bite from the carbonation. Of course, we drink it so very rarely that that alone might account for it: he's not used to carbonated drinks.

Yet he loves chips and salsa, and he prefers the medium salsa to the mild. And Aldi's spicy salami? He'll devour that.

Today, while out shopping with K, he was insistent on getting some Listerine to try, because he knew it was "spicy."

His verdict tonight? Not too bad. His expression, though, belies his calm proclamation.

From this Summer

Another photo from Jones Gap.