Teaching, Living, and Learning

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

FLAT AND SHADY

Yesterday I discovered a new bike route that will be perfect for those days when I want to climb absolutely no hills. I rode across the bridge into Pawcatuck, where I found two flat and shady streets that each stretched for many blocks. I rode back and forth on them for a good thirty minutes, going as fast as I could (maybe 19 mph) on the straightaways and then coasting and recovering on the turnarounds. It was a delightful way to get some serious exercise without the irritation of hot sunshine and steep hills. True, I was exhausted at the end of the workout, but somehow it was a happier, more acceptable exhaustion than I feel after toiling on the pitiless hills in my part of the world.

-- July 11, 2007

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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