This is ACTUALLY me! :-p
get off of that cat. you can’t save Hyrule. you don’t even know what an ocarina is.
Rather than bemoaning on how the school year needs end (which is SUPER does) I want to brag a little about how SUPER my summer will be.
Balancing out curriculum writing and summer school (which let’s be serious, all that=$$$$$) are the following SUPER things:
- Disneyland in July with Justin…!!!
- New Orleans in August with Allison….I’m literally speechless with excitement.
- Broadway Broadway Broadway!! Harvey AND Newsies (yes again)…my soul is happy.
- Baseball Baseball Baseball! Nat/Yanks, Nats/Mets, Nats/ Marlins, Nats/Rays and one more yet to be chosen.
Summer has never been calling my name more urgently.
So I know not many people follow this blog. To be honest, I never really intended tobloglike that, but today, I think I have to change my tune.
As my friends and acquaintances know, I’m a high school teacher in SE DC. Most of what my friends and acquaintances know about my job, they know from my gchat statuses that are composed of the humerus and “special” things that my students say. BUT every so often, they actually learn something wonderful, and when they do, it’s amazing.
Today myself and a few other teachers took about 35 students on a field trip. The trip brought us to the Swedish Embassy to see an exhibit making the 100th Birthday of Raoul Wallenberg. (That’s him below)
Wallenberg was a Swedish diplomat during the 1930’s and 1940’s who (in a style that puts Oskar Schindler to shame) saved nearly 100,000 Jews in Hungary from the hands of the Nazi’s. Though not the most famous of all of the Rescuers during the Holocaust (that honor would probably go to my man Schindler) he is potentially the most impressive (at least to me) in that he was an ordinary man, (albeit of exceptional talent), not much older than me (32 when he was captured by the Red Army and never seen or heard from again) and through courage, compassion and sheer tenacity touched the lives of thousands. (You can read more about him here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raoul_Wallenberg)
So we went to this exhibit and the tour guides started it off by having each of the students introduce themselves and say who their favorite superhero was. There were a lot of Batman’s and Spiderman’s and a smattering of others, and I think the kids were mostly confused by it all. After they were given a chance to look around the exhibit, the tour guides led us downstairs for a discussion. Being that these were 9th, 10th and 11th graders with minimal outside knowledge, the discussion was nothing to write home about.
You see, my students are lacking large reserves of compassion. Maybe it’s the digital era; maybe it’s their home lives or their neighborhoods; the fact of the matter is, as a history teacher, I find it very difficult to lead them to a point of recognition with the material I teach. “Put yourself in their shoes” just doesn’t cut it. We can call him B.
One student in particular I’ve always had trouble helping to identify with the material. He’s just not a natural born historian, which is really ok. But today, as I was explaining things to another student, I looked over to B and asked what he thought of all of it. Without any sarcasm or ill intent, B replied “Now I know why they asked us who our favorite superhero’s were up there.”
Maybe I’m reading too far into it, but to me, that’s a win. Not just for myself or for B, but for the people out there who know how to step up and do the right thing, even in the face of terrible circumstances. For the Raoul Wallenbergs of the past, present and future.
is that sunlight burning your eyes, cat? that’s because you live indoors. don’t slip past me when i take out the trash again, cat; thankfully this time you didn’t make it past the threshold of the garage.
get out of there cat. i know that you don’t like water and you want to stay dry but you are inside the house. there is no rain in here.