Thursday, February 17, 2011

Think Piece 4


           I chose to write this week’s Think Piece based on two quotes that caught my attention.  The first quote, a Chinese proverb, states that “teachers open the door, but you must enter yourself.”  The ‘you’ in this quote refers to the student.  Despite what many young people think, they do have a choice or a say in aspects of their education.  If they are smart they will make perhaps one of the best decisions of their life by choosing to attend school and choosing to engage in the learning environment. 
            As teachers, I believe that we should set high expectations for students.  Young people know when teachers believe in them or not.  If we set our expectations for students too low then they will only meet those low expectations.  We must set an example for students by believing in their ability to achieve so that they can develop self-efficacy and belief in their own abilities and the possibilities for success.  Educators must also create an environment that will make students want to enter that door.  A teacher who is enthusiastic and encouraging and a teacher who provides variety and choice is more likely to have students who want to learn opposed to teachers who do not act and speak positively about their subject matter. 
            The second quote that resonated with me was a phrase from Louis L’Amour, which advised that, “A writer’s brain is like a magician’s hat.  If you’re going to get anything out of it, you have to put something first.”  Similar to the quote, “don’t put the cart before the horse,” each quotation emphasizes that you cannot get something out of nothing.  A student needs modeling and knowledge about how to brainstorm and organize thoughts and ideas.  In essence, an author’s words or another person's ideas are the seeds of thought that are planted in a student’s mind.  They must also be shown methods of expression, otherwise their memories and experiences will stay locked away in their minds rather than being shared with others.  

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Workshop Activity Made into a Poem/Story


Things Pulled from a Magic Bag

We were “stick chicks;” girls with skilled tricks, strong drives, quick passes, and a positive spirit. 
Red, white, and black fabric kilts were too short on most, but “don’t let the skirt fool you!” 
At halftime we would snack to re-energize as we listened to coach strategize; no snack was better than Mom’s stove popped popcorn.  Its buttery goodness being washed down with ice cold water and Gatorade.  


After the win, the excitement and reminiscing could not last.  I’d grab a round, delectable, and chewy chocolate chip cookie for the road and head off to dance at the United Academy of the Performing Arts to tap my toes, point my feet, arch my back, and kick my legs.  


The memories of summers spent splashing in the warm, yet refreshing chlorinated water of the backyard pool flood my mind. 
Swimming, jumping, diving, and sliding for hours. 
The water evaporating from our shoulders and turning us a deeper shade of tan.  

My memories of Disney World, however are not as vivid.
Age and the passing of time have caused them to fade, although somehow I know that words such as fun can not cover the experience in Walt’s world.
Disney World was breathtaking, exhilarating, amazing. 

Similar feelings rush through me as we pass over the Maine state line, singing along to John Mayer’s sensual voice.  We are greeted by the sign that declares,

Depending on the season, Maine may sound like the silence of falling snow, the crashing of the cool Atlantic waves, the call of an osprey, or rain pelting the needles of the pine trees.  No matter what time of year, I know I can count on hearing the voices and contagious laughter of the ones I love. 

The majority of my loves may speak with a New England accent, but the rest are people who became acquaintances, who became friends, who became confidants in the setting of a Jesuit college in the second largest city in New York State.   
We became dedicated Golden Griffins.  We sold ourselves to Peter Canisius for endless nights in the library with an iced cap nearby. 
No doubt that our cell phones carried the numbers for Buffalo Pizza, Dagwoods, Jim Steakout and several local cab companies. 
Cell phones; something professors may define as a distraction during lecture, but something that many worried and overly caring mothers may consider a Godsend.
Don’t worry Mom, I made it through with awesome grades, new perspectives, life changing experiences, and friends that I will never forget.