tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12833694525972328562012-01-09T17:54:12.132-08:00Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general favor; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it the superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides: Time makes more converts than reason. Thomas Paine, Common SenseCeeBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931955576290311262noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283369452597232856.post-70916810249536234742011-11-10T20:27:00.000-08:002011-11-10T21:59:49.467-08:00

My sweet nephew Drew has autism. Many people don't understand what that means, and if they do, it's usually because they remember Rain Man. To truly understand what it means, you have to imagine Rain Man as a little boy, and then think about all the trouble that a little boy can get into.But as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words, so a video must be worth a million. I made this video

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"You look tired," Michael said to me. He'd come into my office with his best friend Ashley because that's what they do. I've been getting that a lot lately. Sometimes when you're a teacher you look at administrators and think about all the ways that they're messing everything up and then you become an administrator and you mess things up, all the while thinking longingly of those days when

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My name came over the loudspeaker. Report to the main office, they said. I'd been expecting it, ever since our Parent Coordinator told me that some kids were looking for me. They had something for me, she said. I shouldn't go too far. So I ran a quick errand but apparently it wasn't quick enough, because a teacher stopped me on the way back to the office saying that she wanted to reschedule

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We decided to stop for a drink after work, Susan and I.Some guy sat down next to us. "You girls teachers?"Susan was showing me some papers that her ESL students had written because I was still relatively new to teaching and couldn't figure out how to grade a stack of 150 essays in less than a week without going quietly crazy. Each one seemed like it took twenty minutes, and the kids never read

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When it finally gets warm in Chicago, I want to spend all my time outside. I mean, I want to sleep outside. I need the time, see, to soak up as much sun as I possibly can before winter comes and I want to hide under a rock. A warm rock.My students disagree. I was getting coffee this morning when I noticed Ron sliding into the building, so I stood in the doorway of the teachers' lounge so I could

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A few weeks ago, I heard a commercial on the radio for an overnight walk to raise awareness for suicide prevention. I thought about it for about half a second and knew that I had to be a part of this.You see, every member of my family is a survivor of suicide. Over twenty years ago, my cousin Joey died by suicide, and my cousin Christopher died only a few months ago, in November. I think of my

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Not too long ago, God rewarded me with a dog. You scoff? Of course he came from God. It's no mistake that when you spell God backwards, it's dog.What I find most hilarious about this turn of events is not only did I get a dog, I got a very bad dog. Seriously. Here. There he is. Just look at him. I had to put a bandana on him because he's such a badass. I've got him as my background on my computer

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"Hey Cecilia," said Paul, a guy who's in my class in principal school. (Yes, I know.)I like Paul. He's sweet and a little goofy over the baby his wife just had. He talks about staying up half the night with the baby and that makes me grin."Do you know a girl named ... " he mangled the name so badly that at first I said no. But then, it occurred to me: he meant Elizabeth. She never goes by her

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Five kids were shot at a basketball game at Dunbar High School last Friday. It was a big enough incident that it made the news all across the country -- people called and emailed me to make sure I was okay, and that it hadn't happened at my school.No, it didn't.After the first phone call, I spent about a half hour frantically searching the internet to find out first where the shooting had been (

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A few years ago, I went to an immigration rally in New York City.  As a teacher in Brooklyn, I'd seen firsthand what it meant to be an illegal immigrant in this country, and what it meant to the children who were trying to pull together a future, and I was angered so by all the meaningless roadblocks that I went down to Union Square with an American flag in my hand and shouted, "Sí se puede!"

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I'm always a little chagrined when I like Woody Allen's new film.I don't even know why I see them.  It's always at the back of my mind, and I can never fully enjoy them.   Here he is, one of the greatest filmmakers of his generation, and every film he makes is colored by what he did. It's because, of course, I can't forget about his personal choices. The man married his adoptive stepdaughter, for

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It's like battered wives' syndrome, my friend Melissa says.  Why else would we keep coming back?  Year after year, they disappoint us.  We pray that next time, this time will be better.  And when they fail us?  We swear to ourselves that never again will we believe in them, but of course we do.  Because there's always next year.I bought a shirt one year.  It said Chicago Cubs 2000: Our century

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Not many people actually get to meet their hero.Last night, I got to meet mine.  You see, there's this man named Elie Weisel.  He's a Holocaust survivor and a Nobel Peace Prize winner.  His memoir Night tells of the year he and his father spent in the concentration camps at Auschwitz and Buchenwald, the names of two places I wish I didn't know.I've been teaching his book to sophomores for the

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So they told our kids when they were freshmen that they would be in the same homeroom class all four years of high school, and that their homeroom teacher would remain with them throughout. This didn't work out exactly as planned -- with the dropout rate as high as it is and teacher attrition as high as it is, most of the time the homerooms ended up getting combined or their teachers

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There's a writer named Michael Kimball, who for an arthouse project decided to start interviewing people across America and writing their life stories small enough so that they would fit on a postcard.Of course as soon as I heard about this, I knew that he should do mine.  Because I not-so-secretly want to be famous.That was some time ago -- he posted the story today.  Enjoy:http://

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"Yo, Miss Baader," said Maurice.  He was stowing his gym shoes in my cabinet on Friday, as he did every morning because he didn't trust people not to steal them from his locker.  "Did you almost get jumped yesterday?"I looked up from my laptop.  Um.  No?"You sure?  Nothing happened to you yesterday?"Well, I considered.  I guess when I went grocery shopping some homeless guy asked me for some

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Every woman goes through it, this self-loathing.  Sometimes I think I go through it more than most, but of course that's not true.  It's just that lately, it's crept up on me again.For a long time, I'd been on a huge exercise kick, getting healthy and losing weight.  I've even run a race or three, but lately I've plateaued.  (This photo is from my first race, an 8K called the Shamrock Shuffle

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The beginning of the school year always brings a lot of talk.  We put the kids in a giant room that, because we have no air conditioning at our school, has to be cooled by giant fans.  Then, various members of the faculty get up on stage and try to talk the kids into not doing anything stupid this year.This method, of course, doesn't work at all.  Instead, the kids drift off, followed soon by the

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Every so often, I become obsessed with a song.  Usually it's because it's something that sticks in my head and the lyrics start to permeate my consciousness to the point where I actually pay attention to them.  And if I pay attention to them, it doesn't take long before I figure out what the artist is trying to say.The last time this happened, it was (don't laugh) "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone.

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Myself, and other English teachers.  This is one of those things.Upon Marking One Hundred and Fifty Freshman EssaysWhen you start a newthought, start a new paragraph. Comma. Comma.Comma, comma, comma.It's means "it is."  Whereis your thesis?  This is a goodstart.  However,and Comma. Dangling. ^ Comma splice:use semi-colon (;)New thoughts mean new paragraphs. Unclear:reword. (Unnecessary.)  I’

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So a couple of weeks ago, my summer school class and I read the Langston Hughes poem, "Mother to Son".  For those of you who don't know it,  here it is:Mother to SonWell, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor --Bare.But all the timeI'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And

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I should have known it would be coming.  I mean, for a few weeks now, my car had been doing odd things, like doors locking when they shouldn't and alarms not going off when they should.  So, when I went out to my car and the key bipper didn't work, I just chalked it up to more of the same.  And then, when I tried to start it and nothing happened, well.  I have to admit I wasn't surprised at

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"Can't he just find some hostages to rescue and shut his damn mouth?"  This from Marcus, my old friend, who was discussing with me Jesse Jackson's recent dumb remarks about Barack Obama.  A lot of people are writing this off as, oh, that's just Jesse Jackson acting up again, but I'm not so sure.  It speaks to a much bigger problem, one that we need to address as a country.Yes, kids, I'm going to

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It was as if my body and my head went to war, and I won. Don't get me wrong: it was a pitched battle, where both sides gave their all, but in the end, only one of us could win.And the walk was too important to let my body give up, so if you were placing bets, of course my head won.  Of course.I can't start this at the end, however. I need to begin where it matters: why I decided to do the Avon

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"Yo, Miss Baader," Anthony came crashing into my classroom. "Anderson wants you."Anderson is head of security. He has feet. I've got about a million kids in my classroom. I said I couldn't leave.Anthony ran out. He was back two minutes later. "Anderson says he really really needs you."Again, can't leave. Tell him to find someone to stay with you guys.Five minutes go by and one of the security

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"What are you wearing?"Unfortunately, it wasn't a handsome man on the other end of the telephone with me, it was somebody's mother. Shemekia had told her that she was late coming home today because she'd been with me, helping me close up my classroom for the summer.She hadn't. I hadn't seen her all day, in fact."Really?" she said. "Because she claims she was with you for four hours and you were

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"My mother's here," said Anthony.I'd never seen him so happy.You mean your grandmother? I asked. She'd been up to the school several times, especially after he'd gotten in trouble. See, there was that incident when I caught him with the survival knife in his bookbag. Apparently he'd felt it necessary to carry it for protection.With the way he got picked on every day, I could understand why."No.

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There's been a report on the news all day about a woman who died enroute from Haiti to NYC. Her family brought a suit against American Airlines, complaining that they should have been better prepared to help her. I watched the report and thought: they're absolutely right.Let me tell you about the time when I almost died on an airplane.Okay. Maybe that's a slight exaggeration. I could have

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I think I must have a freak magnet stapled to my forehead.So not too long ago, I'm at the bar with the teachers. We'd been out a while, having a good time. Two of us had already gone home, and we had two empty seats. Two empty seats at a table full of women at a bar populated with about a billion men? They didn't stay empty long. Some guy sat down next to me and started talking.He and his friend

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"Yo, Miss Baader, can you give me a job?" This from Marlon, not little Marlon but the other one, the one I worry about because he's the king of bad decisions. I'd taken them outside during homeroom because it was such a nice day. Marlon decided not to play football because some freshmen girls joined us and he's all about the girls.Right, I said. You can work for the company I don't have."It don't

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"If they really did have guns like that, there would me no more wars," said Dekores. He'd brought in a bootleg copy of "Iron Man" and I let them watch it during lunchtime. He said his cousin sold bootlegs, and they weren't bad bootlegs, either. You couldn't see the audience at all. He could get any movie I wanted.They have guns like that and there's still wars, I commented from my desk. People

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"Did you hear about the cougar?" This from one of my boys, a regular group who hangs out in my classroom because they can't stand the kids in the lunchroom. I had, but only on the radio this morning. Sometimes I can't stand to watch the news at night. In a city with a crime rate as high as Chicago, it's too depressing."Where?" said Marlon. I pulled up the story in the newspaper. Roscoe Village, I

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"Yo, Miss," my Brooklyn students often said to me, "I've got madd skills." They always said this when they'd finally figured out something difficult, like subject/verb agreement or the art of using an apostrophe.Yes, I'd say. You do.I'm a city girl. I don't belong anywhere else. I've learned this about myself over the years, especially those years I spent in any place with a population under a

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Sometimes I feel like I'm a brain expert after all the learning we've done since my nephew was first conceived. Anyway, when Drew was only a few weeks in the womb, they did an ultrasound and found an anomaly in his brain. Soon after, they sent my sister in for an MRI and took pretty detailed pictures of his entire brain. After that, he was diagnosed with Dandy Walker syndrome, which basically

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Last week, I was at a party, drinking wine, flirting with strangers, and generally having a good time. However, it always happens sooner or later. Someone will ask the dreaded question:"So. What do you do for a living?"It's gotten so I consider lying, just so I don't have to deal with what will inevitably follow. You see, I'm a teacher.I mean, I guess I understand. We were the instruments of

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Some kvetchers have been complaining that I haven’t written anything lately. Well, it’s because I’ve been sad. And sick. And when that happens, I can’t write a word. Not one that anyone wants to read, anyway. I’m going to warn you right now: you may not want to read this. Especially those of you who think that my little notes are something of a trainwreck. This is the trainwreck extraordinaire,

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Age before beauty. My grandma used to say that to me all the time, right before she'd pick the best piece of whatever it was we were having. When you're old, she'd say, you can go first, too. This always seemed immensely unfair to me as a child because hey. Whatever it was, I wanted it.However, now that I'm in my mid-thirties, I'm beginning to understand that Grandma was right: some good

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Okay, I admit it: sometimes the stupid crap on the internet really cracks me up. Not too long ago, my friend Dawn introduced me to the Numa Numa guy. Click on the picture to watch the video.  He's fantastic.Apparently, he's sparked a cult following. Witness this: a whole class singing and dancing to Numa Numa.(What really cracks me up about this video is the guy in the back row trying to

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We've been reading some Langston Hughes this week at school. He's one of those poets whose words have a thousand meanings and his poems another thousand interpretations. So I ask the kids to make word associations with the word dreams. I get a lot of the usual responses until my sixth period, when one of my girls raises her hand and says, "Ghosts."I ask her to explain.She's Chinese, though,

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I discussed my speed problem with my trainer. At first, I think he didn't understand just how much this slow thing is distressing me. "But you're doing great," he said.And I am, really. When I first started training with him in July, he would stick me on the treadmill and say, do this really easy thing for 25 minutes and let me know how you do. And I would make it 20 minutes and feel very

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You always see these studies in the news about how Americans are way down toward the bottom of test scores for math and science. Back in the eighties, when we feared everybody, everybody thought that Japan would overtake America as the world's superpower. Turns out, Japan was worried because they couldn't create anything. Americans were always inventing things that the Japanese engineers

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I'm going to admit something about myself that's not very flattering: I'm impressed by fame. I know. Shallow, isn't it? But that's not the worst of it: famous people turn me into a total neurotic. Once, when I was in high school, I was shopping at Water Tower place with several friends. We were inside of one of those shops that carries weird crap (Sharper Image?) and John Cusack walks in.

CeeBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931955576290311262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283369452597232856.post-34122616690314954292007-12-13T08:20:00.000-08:002008-06-20T10:47:28.256-07:00

Early last month, my cat died. It wasn't easy, and I was a bit of a basketcase over it. The next day, I went to school, and I did a pretty good job of getting through the day until sixth period.You see, sixth period is when I have my divas. There's Brianna, who always wants to comment on my shoes. Then there's Alician, who if she's not having a meltdown is looking for an excuse to have one. And

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