I wrapped up a short week on Wednesday with MLA documentation. My attendance has almost never been higher as we went over the mechanics of a works cited page and in-text documentation.
This group of students don't ask questions. It's disconcerting at best since they just sit back and soak up the information without revealing any sign whether the information gets jumbled in their heads or whether I'm explaining everything thoroughly enough. After explaining a concept, I'll ask if there are any questions and sit back to regard the class with mild speculation as their eyes trail from one end of the tile floor to another. Some will glance up at me with a scowl. They give me no feedback.
So, I've gotten in the habit of taking feedback from them in the form of worksheets, group activities and the like.On Wednesday, I had them read a page from "The Areas of My Expertise" by John Hodgman. If you pick it up and read a few paragraphs, you will see why I like it so much. I had the students cite different statements from the text and a wonderful thing happened at 1:42. The students started asking questions about in-text citation. Not only that! The students were taking notes about it! We were actually holding a conversation about MLA citation in the classroom. I would tell them how to cite something and a hand would pop up. "Then, how do we..." "In that case, you cite it like this..." Another hand would pop up. "Can we cite it like this?" "No, don't be an idiot. Cite it like this." Okay, I didn't really say that last one. I was just too happy to have my class asking me questions in class about a concept... MLA citation no-less!
The eight minutes just flew by, and before I knew it the class was over. I wanted to shout to them to stay and ask more questions. "I'm a bastion of knowledge, kids! bust me open and soak up the knowledge with a sponge!" But, I did not. They had alcohol to imbibe and dignity to lose. I settled for merely stating how happy I was that they were asking questions.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Don't Tell Them She's Canadian!!!
I went over Margaret Atwood's "Letter to America" on Monday. I usually have them read that for homework, we discuss it for a little bit on Monday, I have them read "When they Learned to Yelp" by Dave Eggers, then have them write a short paper about 9/11. Both pieces have a lot to do with 9/11, so I like to wrap it up with the paper, because I love grading papers.
The class started off with an air of violence in the air. The students in the class were frowning and had looks in their eyes like Sean Hannity did when Romney dropped out of the race. "Alright. Let's start off with general feelings about the piece... what did you see that jumped out at you?"
What came next was a tirade of right-wing propoganda. Not only did they see everything Atwood said as an insult to our country and everything we stand for (freedom, spreading that freedom, being the best country on the planet, being infallable, etc.), Atwood was also Canadian. In the students' eyes, this immediately nixed all authority she had. She had neither the right nor the ability to discuss our mistakes in a public foum. Not only that, Canada's not a great country; it's full of French people (their words, not mine).
I went into a long diatribe about how, in many ways, Canada is doing a lot better than the United States... higher literacy, they aren't in quite as bad of a financial funk since the Iraq war costs us somewhere in the lower billions of dollars each month. I even pointed out that she loves America and says so many times during the piece.
"It's propaganda. This is the sort of stuff that makes people love Barak Obama even though they know nothing about him!" Another student pointed out that everything she says is opinion.
I looked at them for a moment. Yes, they were serious.
I asked the students if this was good advice she was doling out, and they started packing up their things. Every single student was packing up their things to leave the classroom. I looked up at the clock and saw I'd kept them 5 minutes over class time. I'd spent 50 minutes defending a stupid Canadian. Why did Atwood have to be Canadian!? Of all the countries!
Anyway, many of you are familiar with Naomi Shihab Nye's "Letter to a Would-be Terrorist." It has the same reasoning as the Atwood piece, only directed toward terrorists. It got a positive reaction, which punched holes in a lot of their arguments. I felt so good about myself, I bought a candy bar in the check-out line at the grocery store: Snickers. A big one.
I'd earned it.
The class started off with an air of violence in the air. The students in the class were frowning and had looks in their eyes like Sean Hannity did when Romney dropped out of the race. "Alright. Let's start off with general feelings about the piece... what did you see that jumped out at you?"
What came next was a tirade of right-wing propoganda. Not only did they see everything Atwood said as an insult to our country and everything we stand for (freedom, spreading that freedom, being the best country on the planet, being infallable, etc.), Atwood was also Canadian. In the students' eyes, this immediately nixed all authority she had. She had neither the right nor the ability to discuss our mistakes in a public foum. Not only that, Canada's not a great country; it's full of French people (their words, not mine).
I went into a long diatribe about how, in many ways, Canada is doing a lot better than the United States... higher literacy, they aren't in quite as bad of a financial funk since the Iraq war costs us somewhere in the lower billions of dollars each month. I even pointed out that she loves America and says so many times during the piece.
"It's propaganda. This is the sort of stuff that makes people love Barak Obama even though they know nothing about him!" Another student pointed out that everything she says is opinion.
I looked at them for a moment. Yes, they were serious.
I asked the students if this was good advice she was doling out, and they started packing up their things. Every single student was packing up their things to leave the classroom. I looked up at the clock and saw I'd kept them 5 minutes over class time. I'd spent 50 minutes defending a stupid Canadian. Why did Atwood have to be Canadian!? Of all the countries!
Anyway, many of you are familiar with Naomi Shihab Nye's "Letter to a Would-be Terrorist." It has the same reasoning as the Atwood piece, only directed toward terrorists. It got a positive reaction, which punched holes in a lot of their arguments. I felt so good about myself, I bought a candy bar in the check-out line at the grocery store: Snickers. A big one.
I'd earned it.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
The assignments came early and often this week. The snow was gone; only the mounds of gray and black piled high near the edges of commercial parking lots stood as a reminder that there was once snow, and a couple of inches of ice, on the ground. It was time for students to come back to class. I started 110 on Monday with a handout detailing every major assignment until the research paper... important information they needed in order to survive the class for the next month. I gave them an assignment on plagiarism. We also had a quiz over the Research paper guidelines. I told the students that it was to make sure they were clear on what was expected of them, but I couldn't lie to myself that it was to reward them for showing up. Seven students showed up.
The textual analyses were due on Wednesday... as were the plagiarism assignments. I reviewed a littla about the important information introduced on Monday and the students brought their Hacker books which I had asked them to bring. I guess I should say that five students brought their Hacker books. I brought a box of magazines, DVDs and books to class. The students were to group up and cite the sources using the Hacker book as their anchor. Sixteen students showed up. Word was out.
On Friday, I had the students tell me about their research paper proposals. A few students chose the Holocaust or Holocaust-esque topics. On student chose Caesar's crossing of the Rubicon... an idea I touched on when we were brainstorming for ideas. They turned in their proposals and reminded them that we would meet in the Library on Monday. 17 students showed up.
Between the quiz, proposal, textual analysis and assignments, about 200 points were garnered this week. The snow is gone, and it is time for the students to stop missing classes. And, I know, it is a cruel tactic to use. It stresses the students and makes those who did not show up to class fall behind. It is cruel, but it is also very effective. Last week, I saw students who I had not seen in weeks. One students turned to another which was prone to absences and asked, "You're still in this class, Shane?" They turned in their textual analyses, and I made it a point of passing back the quizzes they had missed. I could see the fear in their eyes when they started mentally talleying up the points they had lost over the last few weeks. But, I'm fairly certain they will pull their act together. They have the fear, now. And, once they have the fear, they can't shake it.
The textual analyses were due on Wednesday... as were the plagiarism assignments. I reviewed a littla about the important information introduced on Monday and the students brought their Hacker books which I had asked them to bring. I guess I should say that five students brought their Hacker books. I brought a box of magazines, DVDs and books to class. The students were to group up and cite the sources using the Hacker book as their anchor. Sixteen students showed up. Word was out.
On Friday, I had the students tell me about their research paper proposals. A few students chose the Holocaust or Holocaust-esque topics. On student chose Caesar's crossing of the Rubicon... an idea I touched on when we were brainstorming for ideas. They turned in their proposals and reminded them that we would meet in the Library on Monday. 17 students showed up.
Between the quiz, proposal, textual analysis and assignments, about 200 points were garnered this week. The snow is gone, and it is time for the students to stop missing classes. And, I know, it is a cruel tactic to use. It stresses the students and makes those who did not show up to class fall behind. It is cruel, but it is also very effective. Last week, I saw students who I had not seen in weeks. One students turned to another which was prone to absences and asked, "You're still in this class, Shane?" They turned in their textual analyses, and I made it a point of passing back the quizzes they had missed. I could see the fear in their eyes when they started mentally talleying up the points they had lost over the last few weeks. But, I'm fairly certain they will pull their act together. They have the fear, now. And, once they have the fear, they can't shake it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I must admit that I have not read anybody's blog over the weekend. I didn't have any access to the internet this weekend to see who else might be writing about this, but I'm certain there are more than a couple of people blogging about this very topic.
Most of us are finishing up the textual analysis unit. This is actually one of my favorite units. I like telling students how media, politicians and friends manipulate them. They appeal to emotion, use logical fallacies and use invalid arguments as solid fact. It's an eye-opener. It is a little bit of a shock to the students, though. They are so used to looking up at three computer monitors and seeing "blonde... brunette... redhead." And, now they have to pay attention to the code (That metaphor brought to you by the Wachowski brothers. If you want a good first act, grab a Wachowski!). Of course, the students are so overwhelmed at having to look at the argumentation techniques rather than the argument that I fear they are missing out on the significance of the assignment. I mean, we are letting them have a relatively easy assignment followed by the hardest assignment in the class. In fact, as soon as the students turn in their memoir, I tell them, "This was the easiest paper you will write in the class; the next one is the hardest." It's a technique I learned from Dr. Ellis. It always gets their attention.
Anyway, the problem I'm running into is that I had a chance to look at the rough drafts of the textual analyses and it broke down to about 1/3 of the class having fantastic textual analyses, 5/9 of the class arguing with or against the author on their chosen topic, and the rest summarizing the article. Now, out of 18 students who turned in their textual analysis drafts, how many turned in a summary?
Seriously, there has to be a way to teach the textual analysis paper so that everybody is at least on the right track for the rough draft. I had a day planned out for a fun activity, MLA citation and a mock election with the remaining candidates. But, after reading the rough drafts, I discovered I had to discuss the problems in the class. I decided to go over the problems and review MLA format in the same day. It was a long 50 minutes.
I've modeled the analysis technique, explained that the issue being argued is a footnote to the topic of the analysis, mentioned in passing and brought up in order to give the reader a context for the rest of the paper. I begged them to not put the paper off until the day before. "Please, I'm begging you, do not procrastinate and read the article on the night before the paper is due!" But, many students openly admitted to this when I told them they have a long way to go with their drafts. They said it almost with a sense of pride, in the same tone they would say, "I can do a lot better when I actually try at something." Then they smile brightly and I try to hide the fact that they just figuratively spit in my face and are now smiling brightly about it.
So, I want to hear from EVERYBODY. What had been the turnout for your analyses? I'd like to know the breakdown of perfect papers, arguing the topic and summary, because I know those are the three categories; they always are. There has to be somebody out there who has 100% analysis, and I want to know your secret!
Most of us are finishing up the textual analysis unit. This is actually one of my favorite units. I like telling students how media, politicians and friends manipulate them. They appeal to emotion, use logical fallacies and use invalid arguments as solid fact. It's an eye-opener. It is a little bit of a shock to the students, though. They are so used to looking up at three computer monitors and seeing "blonde... brunette... redhead." And, now they have to pay attention to the code (That metaphor brought to you by the Wachowski brothers. If you want a good first act, grab a Wachowski!). Of course, the students are so overwhelmed at having to look at the argumentation techniques rather than the argument that I fear they are missing out on the significance of the assignment. I mean, we are letting them have a relatively easy assignment followed by the hardest assignment in the class. In fact, as soon as the students turn in their memoir, I tell them, "This was the easiest paper you will write in the class; the next one is the hardest." It's a technique I learned from Dr. Ellis. It always gets their attention.
Anyway, the problem I'm running into is that I had a chance to look at the rough drafts of the textual analyses and it broke down to about 1/3 of the class having fantastic textual analyses, 5/9 of the class arguing with or against the author on their chosen topic, and the rest summarizing the article. Now, out of 18 students who turned in their textual analysis drafts, how many turned in a summary?
Seriously, there has to be a way to teach the textual analysis paper so that everybody is at least on the right track for the rough draft. I had a day planned out for a fun activity, MLA citation and a mock election with the remaining candidates. But, after reading the rough drafts, I discovered I had to discuss the problems in the class. I decided to go over the problems and review MLA format in the same day. It was a long 50 minutes.
I've modeled the analysis technique, explained that the issue being argued is a footnote to the topic of the analysis, mentioned in passing and brought up in order to give the reader a context for the rest of the paper. I begged them to not put the paper off until the day before. "Please, I'm begging you, do not procrastinate and read the article on the night before the paper is due!" But, many students openly admitted to this when I told them they have a long way to go with their drafts. They said it almost with a sense of pride, in the same tone they would say, "I can do a lot better when I actually try at something." Then they smile brightly and I try to hide the fact that they just figuratively spit in my face and are now smiling brightly about it.
So, I want to hear from EVERYBODY. What had been the turnout for your analyses? I'd like to know the breakdown of perfect papers, arguing the topic and summary, because I know those are the three categories; they always are. There has to be somebody out there who has 100% analysis, and I want to know your secret!
Monday, February 18, 2008
I don't know how everyone's attendance was in their classes on wednesday, but mine was positively atrocious. To top it all off, my MWF classes (Monday was cancelled) was bookended by a three day weekend on both sides. Now, I was expecting my attendance to be low on Friday. I've come to expect that Fridays before three-day weekends (and especially Spring Break) will have low attendance. But, with the mini-ice storm we had, Presidents Day and the ice storm completely ruined a whole week of classes for me.
I passed back the memoirs on Wednesday. Only half of them left my hands. We went over the common grammar areas which need improvement (some of you have seen the sheet I passed out), but only half of the class saw the sheet! I answered questions about the textual analysis, led students on an analysis of an essay and showed a film which was used for analysis purposes all on Wednesday and Friday, and only half of my students were in class on those days. What am I supposed to do? Reteach that stuff???
My 100 students presented a similar problem. On Friday, only six students showed up to class. That's not a typo; there were actually only six students in my class when I walked in. Now, this was not an all-time low for me. Some of you may recall late in the Fall semester when only three students showed up to my class (two of which had not done the required reading or the rough draft of the research paper, one student had not attended my class for two weeks and only one was totally prepared for class.).
I wouldn't have been so angry on that day, but I put time and effort in to thinking up lesson plans, hand-outs and teaching strategies on those days.
And then....AND THEN, students started emailing me after my classes about what they missed with attachments of their drafts! It dawned on me later that I should have had a quiz on those days, but ENG 100 has really tied my hands since I can't assign grammar quizzes, reading quizzes, extra credit, homework assignments, enforce the attendance policy or use participation as a grading tool. Everything in ENG 100 is based on the honor system and the portfolio. For those of you who have not yet taught ENG 100, this can be both a good thing and a bad thing. It's hard to describe.
I passed back the memoirs on Wednesday. Only half of them left my hands. We went over the common grammar areas which need improvement (some of you have seen the sheet I passed out), but only half of the class saw the sheet! I answered questions about the textual analysis, led students on an analysis of an essay and showed a film which was used for analysis purposes all on Wednesday and Friday, and only half of my students were in class on those days. What am I supposed to do? Reteach that stuff???
My 100 students presented a similar problem. On Friday, only six students showed up to class. That's not a typo; there were actually only six students in my class when I walked in. Now, this was not an all-time low for me. Some of you may recall late in the Fall semester when only three students showed up to my class (two of which had not done the required reading or the rough draft of the research paper, one student had not attended my class for two weeks and only one was totally prepared for class.).
I wouldn't have been so angry on that day, but I put time and effort in to thinking up lesson plans, hand-outs and teaching strategies on those days.
And then....AND THEN, students started emailing me after my classes about what they missed with attachments of their drafts! It dawned on me later that I should have had a quiz on those days, but ENG 100 has really tied my hands since I can't assign grammar quizzes, reading quizzes, extra credit, homework assignments, enforce the attendance policy or use participation as a grading tool. Everything in ENG 100 is based on the honor system and the portfolio. For those of you who have not yet taught ENG 100, this can be both a good thing and a bad thing. It's hard to describe.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Well, I started the textual analysis paper today. I've been telling the students about the paper all week with what the literary types call "Forshadowing." The textual analysis is something the students have never had to do before. They have been able to write papers about themselves, summarize works they've contacted and regurgitated ideas on paper for a quiz. They've never had to THINK before. I explained the textual analysis, and I could see a look clouding over each of them. It was a sort of confused fear like if someone ran into the room and shouted that there was a box full of puppies on fire outside the building. Should we do something? Why did he run in here? Are we responsible for this? Is the box on fire or are the puppies on fire?
It looked like I had just brought them all out to the pool before they learned to swim and then gently pushed them away from the edge. They all had that "I'm going to die" look in their eyes.
When I introduced the textual analysis unit last semester (and this semester) I started off with the assignment sheet, then I walk them through an analysis of Jimmy Carter's essay in Lunsford Rusc. The students were doing an okay job, today. They would give a few points, furtively testing the water to see if they could, indeed, float. "It seems like a lot of his points are opinion," eyes wide, glancing up at me for approval. "I'm just not a big fan of Jimmy Carter." Will pretends to lose interest and casuall mark on the corner of his book. Then, Bryce asked the dreaded question: "Do you have an example?"
My philosophy of a model essay is that it is something a high school teacher uses to "teach" with after they have told their students they should put a comma in whenever they pause. Model essays are for people who can't teach and don't want creativity. A model essay is something you hand-out to the students with the unspoken subtext being, "I expect your papers to be as much like this one as possible. The less your paper is like this one, the lower your grade will be."
But, I looked out over the students who had shown up for class. Half of them were gone as there was something of a micro-blizzard which swept through Missouri the day before, but was almost entirely melted by five o'clock. They wanted the model essay. They wanted the cookie cutter. They wanted their paper to fit in and thus not stand out. I felt like they were asking me to make them the store managers of area McDonalds'. I wanted to scream, "Don't you want to at least try? You can do this! It's just the first day. We can all do this our own way!"
So, what's the verdict? Should I give them their model essay? Am I being irrational by wanting them to be creative and individual?
It looked like I had just brought them all out to the pool before they learned to swim and then gently pushed them away from the edge. They all had that "I'm going to die" look in their eyes.
When I introduced the textual analysis unit last semester (and this semester) I started off with the assignment sheet, then I walk them through an analysis of Jimmy Carter's essay in Lunsford Rusc. The students were doing an okay job, today. They would give a few points, furtively testing the water to see if they could, indeed, float. "It seems like a lot of his points are opinion," eyes wide, glancing up at me for approval. "I'm just not a big fan of Jimmy Carter." Will pretends to lose interest and casuall mark on the corner of his book. Then, Bryce asked the dreaded question: "Do you have an example?"
My philosophy of a model essay is that it is something a high school teacher uses to "teach" with after they have told their students they should put a comma in whenever they pause. Model essays are for people who can't teach and don't want creativity. A model essay is something you hand-out to the students with the unspoken subtext being, "I expect your papers to be as much like this one as possible. The less your paper is like this one, the lower your grade will be."
But, I looked out over the students who had shown up for class. Half of them were gone as there was something of a micro-blizzard which swept through Missouri the day before, but was almost entirely melted by five o'clock. They wanted the model essay. They wanted the cookie cutter. They wanted their paper to fit in and thus not stand out. I felt like they were asking me to make them the store managers of area McDonalds'. I wanted to scream, "Don't you want to at least try? You can do this! It's just the first day. We can all do this our own way!"
So, what's the verdict? Should I give them their model essay? Am I being irrational by wanting them to be creative and individual?
Monday, January 21, 2008
603.1
I've built up a rapport with my students. It's something upon which I pride myself, but, after this first week of classes, I have begun to ask myself if there is such a thing as too much of a relaxed classroom atmosphere. I caught myself going off on a tangent on Friday. It wasn't a long tangent (only about 1 minute of classtime) The students were engaged throughout the class, but I walked out of the class afterward and shook my head. "What did that tangent have to do with anything?" "Did I just waste my students' time with that?" I like presenting the students with an atmosphere where I'm just like them, but I happen to be able to help out with writing and lead classroom discussion. Those of you who have read my teaching philosophy know that I like to see myself as a coach in the classroom. I like being the person who can joke around with their students before we get down to the meat of the class material. There are conversations going on while I take role, the first few minutes of class are usually reserved for "what did you do this weekend? what did you do over the weekend? What did you do Wednesday night" sort of banter and there's a casual dialogue. It's the way I like the class, and the students seem to be accepting of this atmosphere. However, lately I'm starting to wonder if this is the best way I should be running the class. I like running the class that way. the students like the class. But, is it as effective as I can be teaching?
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