As a teacher-librarian, I frequently provide ‘ just in time ‘ service to our teachers and students. Sometimes I get to just sit back and enjoy the marvelous creativity of my colleagues and our students. Other times, I get involved directly in designing lessons or often just engage in spontaneous collaboration. The nature of supporting in a learning commons environment is often frenzied and energetic not the quiet passive stereotype libraries still endure. It can be very stressful while occasionally pure bliss. I recently got to observe my colleague Ms. Lemon actively guiding her seniors through the completion of a slam poetry unit. I’m posting sample below for your pleasure.
So I am including some teaching samples to make a case for blogging. Professionally, just so we can grow and share methods and inspiration? Sure. Blogs allow many people to read and engage in student achievement. Great! I also think there is a major case to be made about blogs as pedagogical sound tools. I can imagine sometime in the future Ms. Lemon will be assessing and commenting on student slam poetry projects through a blog or wiki interface. Her students could edit, publish and annotate their work ( as you can see below) which encourages a deeper level of thinking/learning but also take part in the reading experience of each others work from one handy center. The students broader community could also share in the writing process, either as readers, advisors, editors or classmates. The sound pedagogy of communication and writing skills is already well under way in her class and she is helping her students think as individuals and express themselves as validated thinkers. The comment ability and social networking asset of blogs can offer more than just a novelty of new technology but a platform for building already fabulous pedagogy. Thanks Jasmine for sharing your wonderful class!
Learning how to ask by learning where to look. Between creases of the puzzle pieces that are what we think we are and who we can’t help being while believing what we want to be true but only you can answer life’s unanswered question.
Slipping, gripping, tripping on our own lies blinded by our own eyes and yet the world still tries to answer life’s unanswered question.
Emotions churning, yearning, burning ocean of possibility perpetually in purgatory pretending to be perfect and yet the perfect person cannot answer life’s unanswered question.
Molding our faces to fit into the spaces between society’s parentheses but is that really where we should want our faces to be? Caught between two unforgiving lines like a bird denied flight denied light denied everything right?
We trust lust, but let’s break away from the restraints and leave behind burdened hearts to float away. Let’s stroke the velvet of the sky and carve our dreams into the surface of the stars forgetting the scars of regretting and letting that unanswerable question fade into the depths of our inner oceans, for why carry it on our shoulders?
Whether we’re hideous or witty or effortlessly pretty we all have the same final destination. But what gets me is that sensation of being stuck in a box, being crushed by society’s desires and wants, pushed to its bottom by the weight of a generation terrified of imperfections, and yet the perfect person cannot answer life’s unanswered question.
The question’s been asked a thousand times in different ways at different times and whether it is truth or lies the answer never answers why
A word that we hear all the time
But we brush it off as if it were easy to define
The last thing you do before your life is taken away
Now you put it into perspective
And it becomes a word too heavy to weigh
The cold tingly sensation
The numb frozen emotion
A tender heart gone bitter
By all this man made commotion
This word, these letters on a page
This print, this font
What a big difference it’s made
How can a five letter word leave you breathless?
How can a five letter word bring you to tears so fast there’s no time for second guesses
A bigger picture so vast we can barely believe it
A sentimental value that so precious it can leave you empty
Leaving you broken, an empty cookie jar
Able to caress your darkest feelings, a bitter chocolate bar
Corrupted minds, egos, bodies and souls
Guiltless acts, evil dilemmas
Psychotic illusions and heartless molds
How can someone be left with no compassion
No dignity, no respect
No guilt, no regret
How can a person do that though?
Have we really stooped that low?
That the drop of blood of one brings us peace
That the drop of blood of another brings us pleasure.
Hope from the ones who seek for more
Faith from the ones who feel remorse
Light from the ones who give a damn
The need to overpower and be in command
To guide the lost souls back to what’s right
To fix the delusions created by man
Because death is a word we hear too often
A word we have forgotten to fear
A word beginning to soften