Archive for September, 2009

On Safire

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

One of my political and grammatical heroes, William Safire, left this world today.  His unabashed conservatism was refreshing, but so was his dedication to our wonderfully complex language — he delighted in idiosyncrasies and condemned sloppiness.

A few years ago, my father gave me “How Not to Write.”  It’s great fun to read, and I imagine Safire enjoyed writing immensely — airing the grievances that accumulated during a lifetime of work in journalism.  The book consists of fifty common mistakes, each contained in a wittily incorrectly-phrased rule.  I’ll list ten of my favorites here, and if you beg and plead, I just might list ten more:

  1. No sentence fragments.
  2. Avoid run-on sentences they are hard to read.
  3. A writer must not shift your point of view.
  4. Do not put statements in the negative form.
  5. Make an all out effort to hyphenate when necessary but not when un-necessary.
  6. Don’t use Capital Letters without a good REASON.
  7. Reserve the apostrophe for it’s proper use and omit it when its not needed.
  8. Write adverbs correct.
  9. Everyone should make sure that their pronouns agree with its antecedent.
  10. I’ve told you a thousand times to resist hyperbole.

Saturday Teacher Feature: Katherine

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Today I am bringing back the much-neglected Saturday Teacher Feature for a most worthy candidate: Katherine, a close friend of the family and a second mother to me for much of my childhood.  She is an art teacher.  Not the type who wears gaudy floor-length necklaces and gesticulates vaguely while describing obscure concepts.  Not this type, either.  Just an amazingly creative and dynamic woman whose accomplishments speak for themselves.

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

Currently, I’m the director of Art Education at the university, which means I only teach a few classes.  I have two undergraduate methods classes and a graduate class called Art Forms, which integrates music, theater, dance and visual arts with academics.  I also volunteer at an inner-city school program, teaching art to middle schoolers.

[Editor’s Note: “Miss K” also taught a variety of art techniques to her Sunday School and Bible School classes.  I remember lots of wearable art – tie-dying, of course, but also a really lovely technique involving oil-based dyes that we used to marbleize scarves.  She always tied this in with a Scripture verse or concept we’d been learning about in school, so it was relevant as well as fun!]

Who or what inspired you to teach?

I’ve always loved children. Even when I was a little kid, I liked littler kids, and I still prefer young people to my own age group.  I find them refreshing.  The great thing about children is that they’re sponges.  They absorb everything.  Adult learners aren’t good sponges; they just want to share everything they know.  I would prefer someone who would listen to everything *I* know and repeat it back to me.

What’s the toughest thing about teaching?

When you have a discipline problem, a student who honestly doesn’t care – who has become hardened to adults or to respecting others.  That’s very difficult; having one really difficult student can ruin an entire teaching experience.  It just discourages the whole rest of the class.  The kids who want to learn became afraid of the negative force.

When do you have the most fun while teaching?

When there’s the element of “Wow!” or the element of surprise in a lesson – an experience where the kids can’t figure out how you did that, or you have something new to give them.  Even better is when a student will “Wow!” you with a response to something you’ve taught.  I also love when a student will come and share something meaningful and personal to them.  It shows me that they trust me, and that’s when I know it’s all worth it.  I’m benefiting from the experience as much as they are.

What one thing do you try to teach all of your students — the one thing that would enable you to say, “I was a good teacher“?

Respect.  I work with inner-city children, and I start by saying, “I have great respect for you, and I’m going to show respect for you: when you’re talking to me, when you’re doing your artwork.  In return, my expectation is that you’re going to show respect for me.”  I think if you establish that at the beginning of class – that you’ll respect each other no matter what, even if you disagree – you’ll really be able to learn.  Sometimes I’ll have to stop the class and say, “I can see that we’ve got some people who aren’t remembering to respect one another, so I think we’ll just have to put away the materials and sit here.  I’m sorry.”

Another important thing is resilience – to keep going back, no matter what, keep at it – and this applies to everything in life, not just art.

Any final thoughts?

I want my students to think deeply and be intentional about their artwork, so it has true meaning for them.  Usually artwork does have meaning, which is what I love about it.  It’s like an elegant problem that has more than one correct answer – in math or grammar, there may be a “right” answer, but in art, you can give a problem or question and have a multitude of correct answers.

Just the Facts, Please

Friday, September 25th, 2009

As advisor of the school newspaper, I have two goals for my students:

1) Be aware of the world around you.

2) Get the facts.  Opinion comes later or, preferably, not at all.  There is more than enough opinion journalism in the world.

One of our first big stories is about the health care debate.  I am gleeful at the prospect of bombarding people with the truth.  I am SO SICK of liberals claiming that this debate is racially charged.  People, use your brains.  Thankfully, our president is still using his:

“Look, I said during the campaign there’s some people who still think through a prism of race when it comes to evaluating me and my candidacy. Absolutely,” Mr. Obama told NBC News. “Sometimes they vote for me for that reason; sometimes they vote against me for that reason.”

But he said that the matter was really “an argument that’s gone on for the history of this republic. And that is, what’s the right role of government?”

The president said the contentious health care debate, which came on the heels of extraordinary government involvement in bailing out banks and automobile companies, had led to a broader discussion about the role of government in society.

“I think that what’s driving passions right now is that health care has become a proxy for a broader set of issues about how much government should be involved in our economy,” Mr. Obama told CBS News. “Even though we’re having a passionate disagreement here, we can be civil to each other, and we can try to express ourselves acknowledging that we’re all patriots, we’re all Americans and not assume the absolute worst in people’s motives.”

He is so . . . refreshingly . . . SANE.  And I’m not sure whether I agree with the health plan he’s touting, but I sure respect him for telling it like it is (here and elsewhere!)

Likewise, I am SO SICK of conservatives throwing around terms they don’t know about.  If I had my way, people would get cited on the spot for passing on information they haven’t verified.  Intelligent people are not exempt, either.  A professional acquaintance recently warned me about cell phone telemarketers. My school’s principal believed the hype about godless Pepsi cans.

Get. The. Facts.  Or keep your opinion to yourself.  That’s my policy.

Happy! Punctuation, Day

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

For so it is, complete with a baking contest!  Recommended daily devotionals include:

  • Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss.  It’s pithy and acerbic in the way only the British can be.  There’s also a children’s version — funny enough to be enjoyable and educational enough for me to plug it here.
Playing the part of Vanna with deftness: Fr. Gregory Harrigle.

Playing the part of Vanna with deftness: Fr. Gregory Harrigle.

May your day be free of comma splices!

Why Women are Sad

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

In case you haven’t heard this from half a dozen different sources already, the current buzz from the General Social Survey is that women are sadder than they’ve ever been.  I really can’t stand Maureen Dowd (despite our shared alma mater and passion for the current president) but what she says here is right on:

When women stepped into male-dominated realms, they put more demands — and stress — on themselves. If they once judged themselves on looks, kids, hubbies, gardens and dinner parties, now they judge themselves on looks, kids, hubbies, gardens, dinner parties — and grad school, work, office deadlines and meshing a two-career marriage.

Even without children, even without a full-time job, I see this at work in our home.  Rob works as hard as anyone I know, but he comes home and lets go.  Plays the guitar.  Cooks dinner.  Tries to get me to watch a movie.  Meanwhile, I am pulled in a thousand different directions: I come home from school and work on music for church, volunteer projects, cleaning, weeding the garden.  Even my “leisure” activities, like reading and writing, are a means to an end — lesson plans for now and, God willing, a future career.

To be clear, I am not complaining about my life.  My life is wonderful.  I have been blessed beyond measure in ways I don’t begin to deserve.  And everything I do is by choice.  But, as Dowd says, choice itself is a funny thing:

“Choice is inherently stressful,” Buckingham said in an interview. “And women are being driven to distraction.”

The more important things that are crowded into their lives, the less attention women are able to give to each thing. [. . . ]

Stevenson looks on the bright side of the dark trend, suggesting that happiness is beside the point. We’re happy to have our newfound abundance of choices, she said, even if those choices end up making us unhappier.

That’s the bright side?!  That we stubbornly insist we’re enjoying ourselves as we report lower and lower levels of fulfillment and happiness?  Dowd calls this a paradox, but I think it’s fodder for an epidemic of female depression.  If not for the Church, I know I’d be part of it.