Teaching, Living, and Learning: Journal: 12/30/05

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Journal: 12/30/05

I drove over to Steph’s for a short visit this morning before my flight back to Rhode Island. It was fun to hang out for a few minutes with the spirited Wolfie and the quiet, almost contemplative Hammy. As I sat there talking with Steph and watching the boys be boys, I envied her. She and Eliot have untold years of non-stop adventure ahead as they help the boys find their way in this world. It won’t always be easy, but the best adventures never are.

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I had a pleasant flight back home, and was met by Matty at the airport. We had our usual genial conversation as we drove down I-95 to Westerly. After the best of Christmas vacations with my extended family, it was great to be home again.

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I found this quote (below) in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park. She's describing Fanny Price's home at Mansfield, but the words exactly remind me of the atmosphere I try to maintain in my classroom:
" ... no sounds of contention, no raised voice, no abrupt bursts, no tread of violence, was ever heard; all proceeded in a regular course of cheerful orderliness; everybody had their due importance; everybody's feelings were consulted."

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The following quote is from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. I would like my classroom to be like Dr. Strong's school:

"Dr. Strong's was an excellent school...It was very gravely and decorously ordered, and on a sound system; with an appeal, in everything, to the honor and good faith of the [students], and an avowed intention to rely on their possession of these qualities unless they proved themselves unworthy of it, which worked wonders. We all felt that we had a share in the management of the place, and in sustaining its character and dignity."

If I replaced "agent" with "teacher", this passage from a short story might, I hope, describe me in my classroom:
"The agent spent his days in following what seemed to many observers to be only a dull routine, but all his steadiness of purpose, all his simple intentness, all his gifts of strategy and powers of foresight, and of turning an interruption into an opportunity, were brought to bear upon this dull routine with a keen pleasure."
-- from "The Gray Mills of Farley" by Sarah Orne Jewett