21 September 2012

Hidden Truths (and the Power of Story)



Regarding my last post about farting and embarrassing situations, I came to realize, as I was pondering the profundity of my retelling my situation, that as adults, we have repressed several episodes of our youth that are humiliating, uncouth, or just flat out stupid.  And as I reflected on this, lying in my bed, standing in the shower, driving in to work, I theorized that with all the incidents we have buried deeper than a pirate’s treasure, it’s just as likely that we (yes, all of us) have repressed some of the truly amazing things that we have done as well.
                Face it.  Junior high—puberty in general—is just a mixed-up, difficult, fashion-forgettable, die-if-anyone-really-knew-how-I-was-or-what-I-did time in everyone’s life.  Most of us, if we tried hard enough, could unearth interminable horrific memories and recount crazy stories (and attach morals to them, if needed—depending on how we skew the tales) to our children and grandchildren.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to excavate as many evidences of our own personal awesomeness as we do our epic (and not-so-epic) failures?  I suggest that we try harder to do so.
How many of us, when involved in a reunion of siblings of some type, slip back into spilling anecdotes we hadn’t remembered for eons…or at least decades? We resurrect legends that our mothers never knew.  I know for a fact that my mother doesn’t know every account…and that’s not always a bad thing.  I’m repeatedly amazed that when my wife’s dad gets together with his brothers and sisters, Grandma blushes and asks, “You did what, dear? When?” And the conversation about peeing in the barn and painting tar on the dog’s rear end resumes after she has left the room or gone to bed.  Heroes and villains are recreated and hyperbolized more than ever.  Stories spill and slosh around the room, and I learn more about my dad’s childhood from his brothers in half an hour than he ever told me in thirty-plus years.
Ah, the power of story!  It’s part of the human experience—one we cannot live without.  It’s how we live, how we communicate, how we find understanding and relationships and truth amidst chaos.
Since I’ve started writing this morning, I’ve delved deep into the recesses of my mind and discovered ancient troves of writing material—none of which I will divulge now because they might make excellent blog posts later.  Heh heh heh.
Now what I want to know from you readers of this ramble comes in three parts.  First, if you know any techniques to successfully “mine” for memories, please share them.  I have different ways to dig into my own mind, but I’m looking for new methods (for my madness).
Second, I’d like to know if you have any memories of me that I might have repressed that might make a good story—and I’m looking for both positive and negative stories.  Don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings.  To quote a famous book, “The truth will set you free.”
Finally, I would encourage you to uncover some hidden story from your life.  Play Dr. Frankenstein if you must.  Discover the details.  Relive those glory days.  Reveal something that has been hidden from the public.  Write about it.  Share it.

20 September 2012

Stinkin' Repressed Memories

Today my student teacher had the classes write about embarrassing moments.  When students ask about my most embarrassing moment I usually respond that I don't get embarrassed--which is generally true.  However, after some mining, I dug up this repressed gem.  I wonder how many other "nuggets" my students would love to know about my past. The first bit follows a simile structure that imitates an excerpt from Sandra Cisneros's "Eleven."


Farting during an algebra test in seventh grade is like leaving your microphone on while you take a bathroom break, or like spilling the cafeteria’s meatloaf surprise all over the boss’s new white shirt and lucky tie, or like performing the world’s worst belly flop from the high dive and realizing, after you get out, that your shorts are still floating by the ladder because no matter what happens afterward, you will never live any of these incidents down.
I was sitting in Mr. Pinkerton’s  algebra class on the day of our first big test.  Supposedly, we were the top math group in our grade.  I was nervous.  I had always been decent in math, but now I was hanging with the big boys and girls; well, at least the smart ones.  The first few problems were fairly simple—a warm up.  And then I felt it…an urge that couldn’t be repressed.  You know that feeling where your stomach ties itself into half a kajillion square knots and then flips upside-down without riding The Colossus.  Oh, yeah.  You know.  The chili dog at lunch couldn’t have helped either.  Maybe I could hold it, I thought.  I mean, there were only 42 minutes and 67 algebra equations standing in my way of fresh air, a bathroom, a spot behind the buses—anywhere to release the compressed gas that was building in my lower abdomen.  So, forget that part about fresh air.
I tried concentrating on my test.  My forehead began to sweat. The numbers on the page blurred.  They jumped.  They began doing somersaults before my eyes. I crossed my legs. Tightened my sphincter.  No good.  Clenched tighter.  Still no.
The fart was coming, and nothing I could do was going to derail the stinky train.
Muscles shaking, pores dripping, I looked up.  The students were diligently about their equations.  Pinkerton had his clogs on the desk, the Stars and Stripes newspaper covering his hippopotamus belly, his bald head poking over the top. 
With all hope of repressing the pressure dissipated, I figured that eking it out slowly and silently would be better than a loud disruption. 
Slowly, trembling, I tried to slide slyly to one side.
Machine gun fire ricocheted off the hard plastic chair.
My life was over.
I don’t really want to go into all the laughter and nicknames and teasing.  You know how cruel middle school kids can be. Your imagination is probably better at dreaming up the smell than I could describe how horrid it was.  Let’s just say that my life was spared when we moved halfway around the world a few months later.  I spent most of that year eating lunch alone.

 I don't know if there is anybody out there who remembers that wretched day of my life, but if there is, I'd be interested to hear what, if anything, you recall.  P.S.  This did not happen in England.

17 September 2012

The National Day on Writing: How Can I Get Involved?

Just thought I'd put in a plug for the National Day on Writing, which is how I started this blog a few years ago.  This year, the NDoW (October 20th) falls on a Saturday.  Plan early.  The following link is to the NCTE site and several suggestions for how you can celebrate this awesome day!

How Can I Get Involved?

05 September 2012

Article

Now, I realize that this shouldn't technically count as a new post, but I don't care.  It is a  revision of the previous post--an article that has been accepted for publication in this year's Utah English Journal (October).  So, for those who care, or have the time, or both, or whatever, here is the revised edition.  Maybe I'll get to posting more frequently now.

No, I couldn't hear you laughing.  I was busy heckling myself.  I have a stats class to master (cue violent vomiting sound effect, splatters and all) this semester.  Also on tap, a course rewrite for my independent study class.  It's a good thing I have a competent student teacher.

Okay, I'll shut up now so those who care can get on with things, and those who don't can get on with life.  I've already presented this at a Central Utah Writing Project conference, and I'm also proposing to present at the Utah Council of Teachers of English conference this October.  We'll see what happens.

Oh, yeah.  I'm leaving off the title and the reference list since they are exactly the same as before.

And as always, comments and criticisms are always welcome.


            Yes, I am one of those geeky idealistic English teachers, who occasionally fantasize about being Robin Williams’ character Mr. Keating from the classic film Dead Poets Society.  After twelve years of unsuccessfully convincing my students to call me “O Captain, My Captain,” I still hold to the belief that I can get my students to “savor words and language” (Haft, Henderson, Witt, Thomas, & Weir, 1989).  Regardless of an individual’s ability or inherent wordsmithiness, I encourage all students to play with words on many different levels.  On Fridays, we set aside time to play with words.  Just play.  But why?  Aren’t there roughly sixteen kajillion “testable” language arts objectives to cover in the first semester alone?  Yes, but don’t worry about those; I’ll explain.
            Wordplay is defined by Figgins and Johnson (2007) as students “exploring the possibilities of words on the page in front of them as those words collect, collide, and constrict, then converge and ultimately, connect” (p.29).  Huh?  Just wait.  Garcia et al (2007) define word play in two senses: “[1] as having fun and [2] to refer to the ‘looseness’ or ‘play’ that is needed in rubberized brake pads….If there is too much play in overstretched rubber bands, they are ineffective, while if there is no play, they are useless.  Language is much the same.  Without a sense of play, babies could not learn to talk nor could adults adjust their language to talk about new concepts” (p.51).   When we get a new computer or cell phone, most of us don’t bother reading the instruction guide.  Instead, we play around with the new toy until we understand how to manipulate it.
            Sure, but why play with words in the classroom?  Why not just teach them the core curriculum and be done with it?  Roger Shanley (2007) found that word play activities addressed state core language arts standards, were more informal and comfortable for students to work with, but at the same time promoted student creativity.  Author Phillip Pullman said that “The most valuable attitude we can help children adopt – the one that, among other things, helps them to write and read with the most fluency and effectiveness and enjoyment – I can best characterise by the word playful” (Pullman, 2005).   Play is work in disguise.  Playing with words is working to master the language.  To fulfill most academic assignments, students need not extend themselves to their linguistic boundaries (Pomerantz & Bell, 2007).  This language is often flat and voiceless.  In order to improve writing (and it may appear to be taking a step backward), students must return to the basics of language, which includes, first and foremost a positive attitude toward language (Pullman, 2005).  Figgins and Johnson (2007) show that “students’ relationships with language are more likely to change when they are permitted to play with it, but teachers must construct multiple classroom situations for experimentation, and thus change to take place” (p.29).
            What I can do, as a language arts teacher, is provide a time and a place for students to take risks and play with words in a safe environment, allowing them to grow as writers (Kazemek, 1999; Whitaker, 2008).  By doing so, students build their confidence, their vocabulary, their understanding and mastery of different genres, and they start to develop their own personal voice.
            So where do you start? Like the rest of you, I have students who don’t speak English and students who hate English mixed in with students who love language almost as much as I do.  How do you level the playing field?  I have found that playing is the best way to break down barriers on the playground, in the sandlot, and in the classroom.  Pullman noted that word play “begins with nursery rhymes and nonsense poems, with clapping games and finger play and simple songs and picture books.  It goes on to consist of fooling about with the stuff the world is made of: with sounds, and with shapes and colours…and with language.  Fooling with it, playing with it, pushing it this way and that, turning it sideways, painting it different colours, looking at it from the back, putting one thing on top of another, asking silly questions, mixing it up, making absurd comparisons, discovering unexpected similarities, making pretty patterns, and all the time saying “Supposing…I wonder…What if…” (2005).
                So we play with how words sound, how words look, and how words taste.  I’d like you play along now.  And, no, that’s not a suggestion.  Put down this article and grab a pen and paper (or scribble in the margins).  We’ll start with a couple pre-writing assignments: 
1.      Write down 3 different letters of the alphabet.  (Consonants work better.)
2.      List the objects in your pockets/wallet/bag.
3.      Write down a handful of at least three actions you enjoy doing.  Be specific.  Don’t just say “hiking;” instead write “hiking The Narrows in Zion National Park.”
            Now that the assignment is over, we’ll proceed.  The most basic play involves actual sounds.  To quote scripture for my own purpose, I say “Hear my words…and give ear unto me, ye that have knowledge.  For the ear trieth words, as the mouth tasteth meat.   Let us choose to us judgment: let us know among ourselves what is good” (Job 34:2-4).  Even the least of us enjoys sounds that resonate in our ears and syllables that slip off our tongues.  And I try to get my students to acknowledge that fact through play.  We start with Internet funnies like Neil Cicierega’s Potter Puppet Pals video "The Mysterious Ticking Noise" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4) and this version of The Vestibules’ “Bulbous Bouffant” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uuCNAwXGaQ).  If you haven’t seen these clips, pause again and go watch them.  If you have, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
            After we have heard how awesome the sounds of words can be, we create our own Cool Word Lists.  Here is an example of the start a collaborative list collected by 9th graders:

abhor
conundrum
gregarious
miniscule
reciprocate
abridge
cudgel
imbibe
nefarious
regurgitate
adjudicate
curmudgeon
implore
odoriferous
robust
adroit
deluge
incarcerate
ostentatious
saunter
alibi
dilapidated
infiltrate
pandemonium
serendipitous
ambivalent
discombobulate
ingenious
parabola
shabby
amble
divulge
kumquat
parsimonious
stamina
bamboozle
facetious
lackadaisical
perfunctory
stupor
behemoth
fidget
loquacious
pilfer
surreptitious
bombastic
finagle
lugubrious
pique
thwart
burgle
flabbergasted
luminous
placate
ubiquitous
catastrophic
flagellum
machination
protuberance
vagabond
chortle
fortuitous
magnanimous
pulchritude
vagrant
cohesive
furrow
malignant
pungent
voluptuous
connive
gargantuan
maniacal
recalcitrant
zesty

These lists are stored in their individual writer’s notebooks, to which they add more words over the course of the school year.
            Another method for collecting cool words comes from Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy (1996).  She suggests having a physical word pool that students can draw from when they need to find a word of inspiration.  And so my classes gave birth to Chuck three years ago.  Our “word chuck” is really just a black plastic bucket with duct tape patches where students, when they collect a word they deem worthy of sharing with the rest of the world, or at least their fellow classmates, write the word on the back of a raffle ticket and “feed” Chuck.  When feeling uninspired, students pull out a handful of tickets to see if anything sparks their ignition.  Collecting words gives the students an opportunity to play with words in an isolated manner, without connecting to anything else, thus helping them to see value in individual words.  When they start manipulating two or three or fourteen words in to create meaning, you can tell they start to “get” words.  Former students who fail to dodge me in the grocery store still ask how Chuck is doing and if he has been fed lately.  Establishing and maintaining word pools also allows them to develop unknown vocabulary in a nonthreatening way.
            Once students have a comfortable grasp of individual words and sounds and cadence, it’s time to put them together.  Again, I like to start on a basic level with tongue twisters.  Several resources are available online as well as in the children’s section of your local bookstore; however, my favorite is Dr. Seuss’ Fox in Sox.  Students roar as they witness how tied up I, the supposed word-guru, get when trying to demonstrate these delectably scrambled sentences.
            From there I move on to plays on words, an essential element to any type of humor.  Bring in comics, Laffy Taffy wrappers, joke books (Kazemek, 1999), especially anything that includes bad puns.  This low form of humor works on many levels (and could be used as a springboard for many other language-artsy lessons like allusion or parody).  Chocolate Moose for Dinner (Gywnn, 1976), Olive, the Other Reindeer (Walsh, 1997), and the Amelia Bedelia series (Parish, 2003) are a perfect place to start regardless of whether you are working with first graders or freshmen.  Students enjoy reading and identifying puns and whatnot, but not as much as they do when they attempt to create them individually (or collaboratively).  These attempts at play could be used as non-fluffy extra credit, too.  The students actually have to think about crafting language instead of filling out a mindless worksheet.  Hmmm…go figure!  My personal favorite example of “lower” simple word play is David Lubar’s Punished! because it includes puns, oxymorons, anagrams, and palindromes.  Making students aware of the absurdities of the English language heightens their awareness of rhetorical devices in “higher” forms of literature, speech, and writing—especially when you require them to include them in their writing assignments.  Unfortunately, it also results in a flood of bad Internet jokes in my inbox, too.
            Although by no means a new way to play, students love returning time and time again to the comforts of alliteration.  Again, a plethora (love that word) of resources exists such as Stan and Jan Berenstain’s The B Book (1971) or Nicholas Heller’s Ogres! Ogres! Ogres! A Feasting Frenzy from A to Z (1999) that illustrate effective uses of alliteration.  Now we’re going to pause again so you can write and play along.
            Take your first letter and come up with a line of alliteration.  Come up with at least ten words that start with your letter (sound).  Try fitting some of them together.  Now, take your second letter and create a line that could be included in the Ogre book or fit into another alliterated tale.  Try one more by creating a whole paragraph! Or even a story!  Yes, they should make sense.  Sometimes we’ll roll a letter die to determine the letter for the class.  Competition between groups or individual students brings out some amazing writing.  Here is an example I wrote while I was playing with my Central Utah Writing Project fellows:

“A Sudden Slayer Snuffing”
                The somewhat psychotic slayer slipped silently onto the sad scene.  Surreptitiously, she spied the sortie of zombies sipping and slurping slimy substances from something, or someone recently smothered and smashed and squished.
                Suddenly, she shouted. “Stop, you spleen suckers!”  Screaming sadistically, she sent a smattering of shotgun shells into their subhuman skulls.
                Stunned for second, the simple, slobbering subjects smiled stupidly.  Sammy the Slayer shortly shrieked in shock then slumped slowly.  Someone, or something, had circled, sneaked up, seized, and strangled her.
                Suppertime!

Other sound devices that could be addressed in similar fashion could include, but are not limited to consonance, assonance, rhyme, rhythm/meter, or repetition.
            Another student favorite is onomatopoeia.  Just saying the name of this technique brings smiles, if not giggles to everyone.  Go ahead and try saying it with a scowl.  Nope. I can’t do it either.  And that’s because sounds can inspire.  Let’s play some more together.  Choose one of the actions you listed in your pre-writing.  Reflect for a few moments.  (Put the article down again, if necessary.)  Now write the words for the sounds of your activity.  In other words, “onomatopoeiafy” your action.  Then play with the structure.  Rearrange images.   Use a thesaurus or a Chuck if you need help finding the right words.  String the ideas together to create a poem.  Here is one example I got lucky with when playing with sounds:

“For Zachary”

Not even
the crack-sing-smack-sting-
barehanded snag of a foul ball
while balancing a foot-long
with yellow mustard, onions
and sweet pickle relish,

nor the
sky-slash-earth-crash-
explosion of light and adrenaline
while lightning’s intensity charges each arm hair
through the double-paned window drizzle
and safety of four walls,

nor the
sit-back-deep-black-
deep thought expanse of infinite stars
while a dying fire toasts backsides
like perfectly golden marshmallows
slipped between grahams

is worth experiencing
without a son to pass it on.

            After the students have had some practice playing in a structured setting (with my guidance), I let them try to fly on their own.  I’ll provide word games for students to play with and struggle over and conquer.  For beginners, or independent learners, word searches and crossword puzzles suffice.  I also like to divide them into groups to play board games such as Boggle, Scrabble, Mad Gab, Taboo, Scattergories, Bananagrams, or others.  If you stop and think about it, most decent board games are based on language and thinking.  Commercially produced grammar games such as Grammar Punk! work as well if you just can’t give up control of your classroom.
            Magnetic Poetry is also extremely popular.  I have several sets on a 4’x4’ whiteboard on one of my walls.  When students have free time, they congregate and try to outdo each others’ creative endeavors.  They take possession of their creations and get upset when I don’t preserve the “masterpieces” from the manipulations of other class periods.  I even have them fooling around with the online version (http://kids.magpogames.com/createpoem.cfm?kit=4).  Go play for a minute if you need to.  I had to (again) as I was writing this article.  In about ten seconds, I actually came up with the phrase “winter window wish.”  There’s no way I would have come up with that unless I was just scrambling words around.  I have no immediate need for that phrase now, but it’ll probably make an appearance somewhere down the road.  It’s in my notebook.  Students also take advantage of these playful platforms to collect phrases and images to use in their writing later.  Writer’s notebooks fill up with ideas that they have conjured while simply playing.  Found poetry in its several forms also provides an arena for students to feel comfortable using others’ words, changing them, and making them their own.  Meaning is broken down, absorbed, re-created, and reproduced through simple play.
            In his book On Writing, Stephen King said, “When it’s on target, a simile delights us in much the same way meeting an old friend in a crowd of strangers does” (2001).  One of my personal recent favorite similes comes from the Travel Channel’s Man Versus Food.  At the end of one show, someone asks the host how hot the chicken wings were.  He responded, “It was like licking the sun.”  Similes, like any other literary device, create imagery that students love holding onto.  I like to point out particularly powerful ones as we read.  From Maniac Magee, “…screaming like an Aztec human sacrifice about to be tossed off a pyramid” (Spinelli, 1999) often becomes a class favorite.
            I could ramble on describing and sharing the different types of play my students engage in, but I think you get the idea, and I need to end.  However, before I do, I need to emphasize the most important aspect of play: modeling.  If you want your students to “think for themselves” and “savor words and language” (Haft et al.,1989), you have to play as well.  Apart from providing the time and the opportunity to play, you, as the teacher, have to provide the example.  Even in a safe environment, playing with words and creating silliness requires taking personal risks.  When students see our own processes while playing with words, when we as adults take risks in front of them, it helps to ease their stress levels and allows them to open up and let loose with the wackiness, weirdness, and occasional wisdom found within the words of the English language.  Playing will force students and teachers alike to step outside the boundaries of everyday discourse and strive for something more creative, more imaginative, more risky.  The irony, though, is that while this advanced word choice and construction occurs, the users feel more at ease because of the context of the discourse.  The structure of play allows and encourages taking risks.  It also has an “important role in the development of learners’ identities, mulitcompentent selves, and communicative repertoires” (Pomerantz & Bell, 2007, p. 575).  Fears break down, inhibitions about composition crumble, and students are empowered through the power of play.
I think I'll post a little writing every so often...some polished...some rough. And I welcome any comments or criticisms or cupcakes you care to throw my way.