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Pacing

We're starting a new unit at with the on-level eighth graders this week, and as I always do, I consulted the district pacing guide to see what the recommended teaching topics were and how much time we should spend on each topic.

It's a unit on horror fiction (because of Halloween, I suppose), and the first piece in the textbook is a relatively short literary analysis called "What Is the Horror Genre?" -- it's short, but not easy for eighth graders. Nor is it what we could call a high-interest text. The piece in its relatively short entirety:

Many people define horror by its subjects. We all think of creatures like Frankenstein’s monster, Dracula, and the wolfman as monsters in the horror genre. Each one of these creatures has a history and developed over a period of time. But we also know that horror covers more than just these monsters. We could all make long lists of the kind of creatures we identify with horror, especially when we think of films as well as literature. The minute we would start to make such a list we would also realize that not all monsters are alike and that not all horror deals with monsters. The subject approach is not the clearest way to define this genre.

Some students of this genre find that the best way to examine it is to deal with the way horror fiction is organized or structured. Examining the organization of a horror story shows that it shares certain traits with other types of fiction. Horror stories share the use of suspense as a tactic with many other kinds of literature. The tension we feel when a character goes into the attic, down into the basement, or just into the abandoned house is partially a result of suspense. We don’t know what is going to happen. But that suspense is intensified by our knowledge of the genre. We know that characters involved in the world of horror always meet something awful when they go where they shouldn’t. Part of the tension is created because they are doing something we know is going to get them in trouble. Stephen King refers directly to our anticipation of horror. In Salem’s Lot Susan approaches the house which is the source of evil. “She found herself thinking of those drive-in horror movie epics where the heroine goes venturing up the narrow attic stairs . . . or down into some dark, cobwebby cellar . . . and she . . . thinking: . . . I’d never do that!” Of course Susan’s fears are justified. She does end up dead in the basement, a victim of the vampire

If the horror genre uses the character’s search for information to create suspense, it controls when and where we get our knowledge. Because we are outside of the situation we usually know more than the characters. Our advance knowledge creates suspense because we can anticipate what is going to happen. The author can play with those expectations by either confirming them or surprising us with a different outcome. When suspense is an important element in fiction we may often find that the plot is the most critical part of the story. We care more about what happens next than about who the characters are or where the story is set. But setting is often considered a part of the horror genre. If the genre has traditional monsters, it also has traditional settings. Only authors who want to challenge the tradition place events in bright, beautiful parks. We expect a connection between the setting and the events in this genre. We are not surprised to find old houses, abandoned castles, damp cellars, or dark forests as important elements in the horror story. Some people make further distinctions based on how the stories are organized. We can divide stories into different categories based on how we come to believe in the events related and how they are explained to us. Stories that deal with parallel worlds expect us to accept those worlds without question. We just believe Dorothy is in Oz; we accept Oz as a parallel world separate from ours. Other times events seem to be supernatural but turn out to have natural explanations: the ghosts turn out to be squirrels in the attic, or things that move mysteriously are part of a plot to drive someone crazy. Sometimes the supernatural is the result of the way the central character sees the world, as in stories told from the point of view of a crazy person. But at times we are not sure, and hesitate about believing in the possibility of the supernatural. When I first read Dracula I seriously considered hanging garlic on my windows because I believed that vampires could exist. This type of hesitation, when we almost believe, falls into the general category of the “fantastic” (Todorov 25). Often horror has its greatest effect on us because we almost believe, or believe while we are reading the book or watching the film, that the events are possible.

Yet another way of categorizing works of horror is by the source of the horror. Some horror comes from inside the characters. Something goes wrong inside, and a person turns into a monster. Dr. Frankenstein’s need for knowledge turns him into the kind of person who creates a monster. Dr. Jekyll also values his desire for information above all else, and creates Mr. Hyde. In another kind of horror story the threat to the central character or characters comes from outside. An outside force may invade the character and then force the evil out again. The vampire attacks the victim, but then the victim becomes a vampire and attacks others. Stories of ghosts or demonic possession also fall into this category.

We can also look at the kinds of themes common to horror. Many works concentrate on the conflict between good and evil. Works about the fantastic may deal with the search for forbidden knowledge that appears in much horror literature. Such quests are used as a way of examining our attitude toward knowledge. While society may believe that new knowledge is always good, the horror genre may question this assumption, examining how such advances affect the individual and society.

Not exactly a thrilling read for eighth graders. I make an argument before we begin: "Think of this as practice for all the times you'll have to read a text in the future that really holds no interest for you but is important for this reason or that -- job, education, whatever it might be." But why should be subjecting reluctant readers to something so dry and boring? Why do I do it? The short answer to the second question is simple: the district requires it. Hardly a compelling reason. As for the first question -- I don't have an answer. The situation is simple, though: no one wants to read it because it's not terribly interesting and it's at a reading level that's overly challenging for them. I don't want to force them to read it because they're reluctant readers as it is: forcing this shit down their throats only makes them less interested in reading. But the state adopted this textbook which included this piece; the district made the pacing guide; administrators require us to follow the pacing guide; and we teachers are left with the unenviable task of trying to get kids to read this.

As for the pacing guide, we're to spend four days on this. Day one has four options for the learning target.

(A few words about "learning target." Education is obsessed with jargon, and the experts at the district and state levels seem to think that changing the name of the jargon and slightly altering how we word the jargon will make qualitative and quantitative differences in the students' education. Our district used the "Essential Question" as the framing device for each lesson. We were to put them on the board and use it to frame our planning and instructional delivery: the kids at the end of the lesson should be able to answer the question. It might sound like this: "How do I analyze how supporting details contribute to the development of two or more central ideas within an informational text?" Now we've got a new silver bullet: the learning target. How would the learning target differ from the essential question above? It's a radical difference, one that has revolutionized my classroom. "How do I analyze how supporting details contribute to the development of two or more central ideas within an informational text?" becomes "I can analyze how supporting details contribute to the development of two or more central ideas within an informational text." It's made a big difference in my classroom. Formerly disengaged learners have come up to me afterward and explained, "Mr. Scott, when we had those essential questions, I felt so lost. I really didn't know what was going on, and all learning just seemed pointless. With theses new learning targets, though, everything has changed. I'm a new boy! My attention is more focused. My desire to be disruptive has disappeared. And I even do my homework now! Thanks, learning target!")

The district pacing guide suggests four possible learning targets for the first day:

  1. I can analyze how supporting details contribute to the development of two or more central ideas within an informational text.
  2. I can analyze how supporting details contribute to the development of two or more central ideas across informational texts.
  3. I can summarize the most important ideas and content from grade-level texts to enhance comprehension.
  4. I can paraphrase content from grade-level texts while conveying the same meaning to enhance comprehension.

What are we doing for day two? The district suggests this learning target: "I can edit to use a comma or dash to indicate a pause or break when writing compositions." So we're going to make it through this challenging text in one day? Really?

Still, I guess I can see how we could do focus on commas for a while after we finish the text. We might spend some time looking at how the article used commas (Did it really make use of commas? There are a few.) or dashes (Did it really use that many dashes? Not a single one.) and then the next day, we could perhaps do some independent practice with commas. That would be a logical day 3 learning target.

Day 3: "I can identify and revise inappropriate shifts in number when writing compositions."

What the hell is this? We're just supposed to suddenly change to another grammar-based idea out of the blue? What happened with comma practice? Are we to get all instruction and all practice done in one day? With squirrely eighth graders? And just what, pray tell, is the connection to our anchor text (another lovely bit of jargon)? Surely day four is going to continue with this subject/verb agreement lesson of day three.

Day 4: "I can use appropriate parallel structure in words, phrases, and clauses when writing compositions."

Screw it -- I give up. I just give up. I understand why this is in there -- parallel structure is one of the eighth-grade standards. But it is such a relatively esoteric compositional idea that most adults in the building (other than English teachers) wouldn't recognize a parallel structure error let alone correct it. I could teach this to my students, but it would take at least a week, and even then, I'm not sure how long they would retain it. And for what? Maybe one question on the beloved end of the year test? (And if it is on the end of the year test, it won't be worded using "parallel structure." Instead, it will have a sentence that has a parallel structure problem and the question will be, "What is the best way to revise this sentence?" Getting them to that point? It's not going to happen.)

I long for a district that says, "We trust your professional judgment. We believe you can quickly assess where your students are, design lessons to improve their reading and writing, and implement those lessons without us telling you all the whats, whens, whys, and hows." I long for a state department of education that thinks improvement is more important than reaching some arbitrary standard. If I worked in a state and district that required all the people working in administrative positions to spend at least half their day in the classroom themselves so they can see how their policies affect students and teachers, that is exactly the kind of state and district we'd have.

Graph the Laugh

We're working on poetry in my honors classes, and being halfway through the unit, we've turned our attention to one of the most difficult things to do in the class: determine the tone of something. Our something was Billy Collins's (rightfully) semi-famous "The Lanyard."

The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.

I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.

She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light

and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.

Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth

that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

Afterward, we listen to Collins doing a reading. The laughter surprises them. Who would think poetry could be funny? Their homework: graph the laugh. Today, we go over it.

It's an example of perfect comedic timing. Collins builds the anticipation with the first two lanyard references, which come quickly one after another. Then he goes several lines focusing on the mother before reminding us about the lanyard.

The anticipation is such that the audience even chucks a bit at the line "here are thousands of means" and a little less at "here is clothing and a good education." The anticipation appropriately high, Collins then hits us with one of the best lines of the poem: "And here is your lanyard, I replied / which I made with a little help from a counselor."

The kids always find it amusing later, but none of them ever laugh the first times we go through it.

Some day...

Some day...

Greenville Game

One thing that rarely happens to me at L's volleyball game is meeting former students. The two high schools that most of my eighth-grade kids attend are not 5A schools like Mauldin High, so we never play them. This year, however, Greenville High (where probably 45% of my students end up attending) ranked up to 5A, so we now face them a few times a year. The first time was at a weekend tournament that I was unable to attend. The second time was at Mauldin, but I was shuttling the Boy here and there. So tonight, we all went to Greenville High for the final game between these two schools.

There were lots of familiar faces. First and most significantly was E, who was in my English I class four years ago and on L's travel volleyball team (along with H, another of my students). At weekend tournaments I would sometimes see E and H huddled together, papers spread about, talking to each other.

"What are you girls doing?"

They would both look up at me with mock anger: "Studying for your test, Mr. Scott!"

But E wasn't the only former student I saw. In total, I'd guess about eleven or twelve kids came up to me to let me know how things are going in high school.

"Guess what, Mr Scott? I have a 98 in English 2!" J, a student from last year, boasted with a smile.

"Do you have all As?" I asked C, who is now a junior.

"Of course!" came the laughing reply.

The game itself was a grueling, five-set slog. Our girls won the first set 25-13, which got them a little too confident. Greenville jumped out to a lead in the second set, and at one point it was 13-19. Our girls didn't give up, though, and fought back to make it 16-19 before falling apart and losing the set 17-26. The third set went to Mauldin, but just barely: at one point, our girls were down 4-9, but they battled back and won 25-22, going up two sets to one. Of course, Greenville tied it at two sets each with a 19-25 fourth-set victory. Mauldin jumped out to an early lead in the deciding fifth set, going up 5-2 then quickly adding two more to make it 7-2. But as our girls like to do, they gave most of it back and were only up by one, 7-6. Ultimately, they kept a lead, increased it a bit, and won the final set 15-12.

Return

I don't think anyone knew what to expect when the students returned to school today. Our eight days out of school were unlike virtually any "break" we teachers had ever experienced, and that surely would be doubly true for the students. There was one "break" it called to mind, the "vacation" we dare not speak of. Still, the similarities were undeniable: we left suddenly; we knew not what devastation the future held for us and those we love; we had no idea when we would return.

During our faculty meeting during yesterday's teacher work day, our principal reminded us about the potential fragility of the situation. "We have no idea what our kids have gone through. We don't know what trauma each individual child experienced. We don't know what stresses await the children when the return home. Go easy on them. Love on them."

Many of the kids would likely have said they were not happy to be back, that they would have been thrilled to hear that they would never have to return, but our experience of the lockdown would belie such sentiments, as did the students' faces this morning as they walked down the corridors for the first time in days. There was a palpable sense of relief in each of my classes: things were returning to normal.

Waiting for afternoon transportation

Events like this shouldn't be the only thing that reminds us of the inherent frailties in many of our students' lives, shouldn't be the only thing that reminds us to go easy on them. The more I teach, the more I realize this gentleness is the key to students' hearts and souls, and once a teacher has those things, she can lead the students -- even the most recalcitrant or incorrigible -- just about anywhere. Or in the jargon and memes of teaching, "They have to know you care before they care what you know."

It was a good day to be a teacher.

Decisions

Sometimes, there are no right decisions; there's only a queue of increasingly wrong -- sometimes increasingly harmful -- decisions, all standing patiently in line for us to inspect them, reinspect them, obsess over them, fret over them, stress over them, reexamine once again, reconsider yet again, and constantly feel crushed by them.

Sometimes, there are no good decisions; there's only a pile of increasingly worse decisions -- often increasingly harmful -- and we just have to look them over and decide which of these awful decisions we will take, which of these awful harms we will inflict.

It's never something as morally abstract as the trolley problem. It's always direct harm to a relationship we treasure. It's always choosing one hurt to inflict over another to someone we don't want to hurt at all. And so it always doubles back on us and causes us as much pain as we doled out. Perhaps more. Perhaps it's only with a little experience and a few years that we see that.

Sometimes, there is no way to juggle all the things we're required to keep flying overhead in never-ending arcs. Focused on keeping the chainsaw's roaring blades away from our hands, we lose sight of one thing or another, and the knife comes clattering down to the floor, damaging something. Or worse, someone.

I feel like this teaching throughout the day: there are little decisions I have to make constantly (Do I let her go to the bathroom now or would it be better later? Do I let him go to the vending machine?) and some only seem little (Do I call him down now, knowing how he'll react and knowing the disruption that will cause -- which will be the bigger disruption? Do I correct her writing now, even though her mistake has only a tangential connection to the topic at hand? Do I try to force this kid to work with someone or let her work on her own again this time even though we've had the discussion about the merits of collaboration and made an agreement to try the next time we're in groups?). But there is always -- always, always -- a decision just lurking.

Nowhere else is this more true than in parenting. Things glide along fine until they don't, and then someone is always going to be disappointed; someone is always going to be hurt.

This is especially true, I'm discovering, as one's child moves closer and closer to that magic number: eighteen. It's especially true, I'm seeing, as one's child becomes increasingly cognitively developed and is no longer making arguments like, "I just want to," but sound, logical arguments that acknowledge their own shortcomings in the present situation and yet make a good case for getting what she wants. It's especially true, I'm learning, when she fights back tears of frustration and tries her level best to keep her emotions in check and act like an adult.

"Because I said so" is no more a legitimate reason than "I just want to." At least it's not anymore, because the power of logic: what's going to change in the next two and three-quarters months? Is she going to be any more cognitively developed? Emotionally developed?

K and I love being parents, truly we do, but even after nearly eighteen years of it, we're still wondering if it will ever get any easier.

At Work

These three kids are among my best workers. Z, the boy in the middle, wasn't the best worker last year.

This year, he is. When I told the seventh-grade administrator about the change, she threw her arms up and proclaimed, "Hallelujah!"

From School

English I students continued with their parts of speech review, getting out of the traditional order and skipping from adjective to prepositions in order to help students identify prepositional phrases. This will help them with all the other parts of speech, especially since we're going to be covering active/passive when we get to verbs later this week.

English 8 students continued with the district-designed unit on argument based on the newly adopted textbook looking at argumentative writing. We're looking at a second article dealing with automation and employment: this article makes the opposite claim as last week's article "The Automation Paradox."

Goodbye to the Bard?

South Carolina Regulation 43-170 has been wreaking havoc on education this year, and few are more directly affected than humanities teachers. It reads, in part, "Instructional
Material is not “Age and Developmentally Appropriate” for any age or age group of children if it includes descriptions or visual depictions of “sexual conduct,” as that term is defined by Section 16-15-305(C)(1)."

In turn, Section 16-15-305(C)(1) reads:

(1) "sexual conduct" means:

(a) vaginal, anal, or oral intercourse, whether actual or simulated, normal or perverted, whether between human beings, animals, or a combination thereof;

(b) masturbation, excretory functions, or lewd exhibition, actual or simulated, of the genitals, pubic hair, anus, vulva, or female breast nipples including male or female genitals in a state of sexual stimulation or arousal or covered male genitals in a discernably turgid state;

(c) an act or condition that depicts actual or simulated bestiality, sado-masochistic abuse, meaning flagellation or torture by or upon a person who is nude or clad in undergarments or in a costume which reveals the pubic hair, anus, vulva, genitals, or female breast nipples, or the condition of being fettered, bound, or otherwise physically restrained on the part of the one so clothed;

(d) an act or condition that depicts actual or simulated touching, caressing, or fondling of, or other similar physical contact with, the covered or exposed genitals, pubic or anal regions, or female breast nipple, whether alone or between humans, animals, or a human and an animal, of the same or opposite sex, in an act of actual or apparent sexual stimulation or gratification; or

(e) an act or condition that depicts the insertion of any part of a person's body, other than the male sexual organ, or of any object into another person's anus or vagina, except when done as part of a recognized medical procedure.

This is in the 2023 South Carolina Code of Laws, Title 16 (Crimes and Offenses),
Chapter 15 (Offenses Against Morality And Decency) Section 16-15-305 (Disseminating, procuring or promoting obscenity unlawful; definitions; penalties; obscene material designated contraband).

So this morning, I walked into the teacher's workroom this morning to put my lunch in the refrigerator, and the drama teacher was making copies.

"Are you still able to teach Romeo and Juliet?" she asked.

I told her that as far as I knew, we were still able to teach it. It is, after all, in the textbook the South Carolina Department of Education approved. I asked her what she meant.

"We're getting word that his plays are a bit too controversial, and we might not be able to act them anymore," she explained.

Pretty much.

Re-creation

The Honors kids are working through a parts-of-speech review, and today we went over pronouns. (Not for the whole class, mind you -- we only spend about 15 minutes per day working on this. Otherwise, it would be numbingly boring for everyone, including me.) Students were identifying demonstrative, interrogative, and relative pronouns, and number five was a question, an excellent opportunity to see for interrogative pronouns.

"Let's skip to five," I said, giving them a moment to read it. "The first pronoun in that sentence -- can anyone identify it?"

A smart young lady raised her hand. "What," she replied correctly.

And then it hit me -- there's always a joke of the day. I like to make the kids laugh, though most of my jokes make them groan. But here was a chance to recreate a classic.

"Number five," I repeated. "The first pronoun."

"What," she repeated, a little confused.

"I'm asking you -- the first pronoun in number five." I had to phrase the next part just right. "It's what?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"It's what," she confirmed, her eyebrows furrowing a bit more, smiles starting to appear around the room.

"What?"

"Number five?"

"Yes. I'm asking you. The first pronoun."

"What." She was starting to catch on here.

"The first pronoun!" I let a little faux frustration creep into my voice. "Look at number five and identify the first pronoun."

"It's what!" a full smile as she had caught on at that point.

"Why are you asking me?! I know what it is. I want to see if you know. What is it?"

"Yes!" Now she had it.

"Yes, what?!"

"Exactly!"

By now everyone was giggling, including her.

"Does anyone know what we just recreated?" I asked.

"Who's on first?" came a voice from the back.

"Very good!" And our first brain break of the day was to watch the first few minutes of that classic.

Zeno’s Paradox

In English 8, we're off to our next set of required readings. I have very little say in what I teach English 8 this year, and a lot of the materials are too difficult for my students and too -- quite frankly -- boring to get their interest. Our piece is called "The Automation Paradox," and so we did a little pre-teaching today so kids know what a paradox is. To that end, I introduced them to Zeno's Paradox. We did some measuring, completed a little math, and I convinced them that the math was solid: the arrow should have never hit Zeno.

So then we tested the theory with a ball. Which students took turns throwing at me. I was fairly sure they would hit me quickly, but I failed to take into account the light weight of the ball and the tendency of smooth light balls not to travel in a straight line. So most of the throws missed.

But the point was made. And the kids had a blast throwing that silly ball at me.

This is what makes middle school so fun: they're cognitively developed enough that we can get into some abstract thinking and still childlike enough to enjoy being silly.