Monday, July 31, 2006
I had worked on polishing up my part I last week and also wrapped up what I thought was all the research for my recommendations for part II. My subject lives 2 hours away so we arranged to spend Sunday together to discuss my selection. I scored high marks on the websites and even the movies I suggested. However, the books I was so sure she would love, drew a "ho, hum" from her and my runner up books were the ones she really liked. It was not a complete loss because she did liked my back-up selection of books, but I was disappointed and frustrated in myself that I hadn't pegged her as well as I thought.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tweens, Teens, and Movies
There are so many movies that portray the stereotypical adolescent. I can think of old ones like Footloose, The Breakfast Club, St. Elmo's Fire, and newer ones like Freaky Friday, Stand By Me, Save the Last Dance. In all of them, they have difficulty communicating with their parents or adults and go through some kind of typical teenage angst until they find their self-identity. Most of the one that I can recall are very predictable. I wish there were more that had more substance. I am not a movie aficianado by no means. For that, I'd have to defer to Michele. I'm amazed at how many movies she can recount. Maybe there are more movies that portray adolescents in more than a superficial way and take on tough issues but none seem to come to mind.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
My Jaw Dropped
It's late Sunday night. I had posted comments about Mean Glirls earlier in the day but now I sat down to read the chapter from Queen Bees and Wannabes. I only got to the 4th page and my jaw dropped. The author was saying some of the same things I posted in my blog. It was so uncanny, such similar thinking, but still I suspect things we all have thought. I'm going to finish the rest now because I'm so intrigued. If you haven't read the chapter yet, do it. She hits the mark!
Mean Girls
I commented on someone's blog (I think it was Bailey"s) that the Plastics were just a fabrication of what media "sells" to young people, particularly girls. To be popular or resemble one of the celeb icons, you must act a certain way and look a certain way. It shouts out them: BE THIN! WEAR THIS! BUY THIS! Just look at any cover of a teen magazine (Seventeen, Glamour, etc.), they all want to tell teens how to be. Wouldn't it be refreshing if they could just figure it out for themselves? It's no wonder teens have eating disorders, addictions and behavior problems like cutting. How can they ever measure up to the images that bombard them daily? Unfortunately, many adults have bought into this too. Regina's mom is a case in point. It's very difficult as a parent to try to combat the skewed view media portrays. It's like we're surrounded and they're moving in from all directions. That's why it's so important to talk, talk, and talk to your teenagers.
I know this movie was intended to be a spoof but it has a lot of truth behind it. I found it a little disturbing.
I know this movie was intended to be a spoof but it has a lot of truth behind it. I found it a little disturbing.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
FEED
I finished reading Feed the 1st week of class. I'll admit I'm not a science fiction fan and I was initially frustrated with the made up words. Nonetheless I pressed on and started to get the lingo down. What a bleak view/commentary of what we may become. Laminated whales, conceptariums, programmed day and night and weather, no need for the written word, lesions that are hip, skin falling of, air factories, no trees, toxic oceans, and of course the feed satiating your every need and want even before you know that you need or want it. (Self gratification gone awry and at any cost.) Or do you even know what you want or need or is the corporation subliminally telling you what you want and need. Remember Titus' strange dreams or were they dreams at all??!!
Violet got the feed at an older age and so had a different perspective of things - noticed the ugly side of things, was even concerned about them. The rest of the kids saw her as too cynical, and didn't want her diatribes of the unpleasantries of the world seeping into their "perfect" Shangri-La. Cynic that I am, I don't know if I even buy the story that the hacker messed up her feed or that because she was older when she got the feed, she had irreversible damage that eventually caused her demise. Rather, was it convenient for her to die because she questioned too much and they (the corporation) couldn't get a handle on her, couln't fit her into a nice neat profile, couldn't shut her up! After all, the feed is connected to everything, so it wouldn't be that far of a stretch for them to get rid of a rabble-rouser, would it? I think the author wants you to think about this possibility. Government conspiracy and Big Brother at its worst!
One final note - I think Weatherbee & Crotch was a satirical jab at Abercrombie & Fitch whose customer base are only the skinny, beautiful and young.
Violet got the feed at an older age and so had a different perspective of things - noticed the ugly side of things, was even concerned about them. The rest of the kids saw her as too cynical, and didn't want her diatribes of the unpleasantries of the world seeping into their "perfect" Shangri-La. Cynic that I am, I don't know if I even buy the story that the hacker messed up her feed or that because she was older when she got the feed, she had irreversible damage that eventually caused her demise. Rather, was it convenient for her to die because she questioned too much and they (the corporation) couldn't get a handle on her, couln't fit her into a nice neat profile, couldn't shut her up! After all, the feed is connected to everything, so it wouldn't be that far of a stretch for them to get rid of a rabble-rouser, would it? I think the author wants you to think about this possibility. Government conspiracy and Big Brother at its worst!
One final note - I think Weatherbee & Crotch was a satirical jab at Abercrombie & Fitch whose customer base are only the skinny, beautiful and young.
Feminism
The article in class was hard to read. In fact, I read some sentences over several times. I'd think I got it and then I'd get confused again. By the end, however, I think it sunk in. Gender and sex are two separate things. While sex is defined biologically, I think gender is defined by the society at large (or regional as was the case with the dorms that Dr. Cammack spoke of). While sex is a finite thing (except in the case of biological mishaps), gender seems to be almost a contrived thing and its interpretation can even change as "societal norms" fluctuate.
Also lets not leave the media out of the equation. They know how to market things as feminine and masculine. If we consider adolescents, then we can't discount the influence celebs, musicians and athletes have on what the "ideal" girl or guy is.
One other comment - I like that we are "doing" things. While the mapping was a little difficult, because we had to constuct something, we really had to read the article for understanding. I also liked doing the graphic representations for Catalyst and the literature circle. Any creative or kinesthetic way in expresssing ideas or feelings is great for adolescents. It gives some of the particularly shy students a voice. I'm glad we got to try out these teaching strategies.
Also lets not leave the media out of the equation. They know how to market things as feminine and masculine. If we consider adolescents, then we can't discount the influence celebs, musicians and athletes have on what the "ideal" girl or guy is.
One other comment - I like that we are "doing" things. While the mapping was a little difficult, because we had to constuct something, we really had to read the article for understanding. I also liked doing the graphic representations for Catalyst and the literature circle. Any creative or kinesthetic way in expresssing ideas or feelings is great for adolescents. It gives some of the particularly shy students a voice. I'm glad we got to try out these teaching strategies.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Here We Go Again
Did anyone read the front page story in the Bergen Record today 7/16? It's titled "Cops & Teachers: Can NJ Afford the Rising Bill? They've started the teacher bashing again. I happen to be a teacher. I made a career change 10 years ago. I love my job and I work hard doing it. I love going into work everyday; what I don't like is having to always defend my worth. I resent being included with cops in the article. By doing so, it implied we have similar benefits. Don't get me wrong; I respect cops and what they do. But the fact is, teachers don't make what they make. Cops get paid for their overtime which also goes toward their pension. I gladly stay after with students and often work into the morning hours preparing lessons - no overtime pay for teachers. I pay tuition for my own children and I pay for myself so that I can be a better teacher, while many colleges offer deeply discounted tuition for police officers.
Think about the contact an "average" child will have with teachers. Teachers can really impact a student's life. Please don't begrudge me my salary.
Think about the contact an "average" child will have with teachers. Teachers can really impact a student's life. Please don't begrudge me my salary.
My Space
I tried checking out facebook and my space tonight. I couldn't get into facebook but I did browse through my space and I noticed that almost all of pages that came up using the browse feature were pages from females members. Why do you think that was? I'd love to find out the statistics on male vs. female use. I think many people put way too much information about themselves on a lot of the pages and that worries me. I also came across some that were really provocative and offensive and I really don't like that it is readily accessible. Is facebook about the same?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Book with "moral implications": March by Geraldine Brooks
March by Geraldine Brooks, filled in the gaps from Little Women. Here the author presents the 1st person narrative of John March. In Little Women, which I read so long ago, I only remember the father March by way of his letters and references in conversation. His letters belie the severity of the brutality he witnessed and his own personal strife in dealing with moral dilemmas. We never really get to know him and I don't recall even conjouring up an image of him in my mind's eye. I took my daughter to the Broadway play a couple of years ago and again he is represented as an incidental figure.
In March, however, he becomes flesh; we found out about his life before Little Women, his involvement with abolitionists, John Brown and others, his time as a chaplain in the Union Army, his time spent in a Washington hospital, and a different marriage than I had imagined. Brooks also includes personal narratives by Marmee that provide her perspective and further illustrate the couple's strained marriage.
March is a conflicted and flawed character. He is weak and egotistical. His biggest flaw is that he is not able to redirect himself when he has made mistakes. Once he commits to something, he cannot turn back; he cannot admit that he doesn't have it all figured out. March is presented as an idealist but he struggles with many moral tests - his relationship with a slave, Grace, the atrocities of war, the treatment of slaves and his marriage. We come to know a man, who while an idealist, is far from perfect. He missteps time and time agian but still holds steadfast to his convictions. His pride (and perhaps even his naivety) becomes his undoing/bane.
Marmee is fiery and passionate in contrast to the mother in Little Women. She is a strong woman that can make lemonade out of lemons. They once had a passionate relationship but miscues and miscommunications between them take their toll. By the end of the book, the bloom is off the rose and she accepts her lot in life.
Throughout the book, March is plagued by survivor's guilt. While despising the evils of slavery, he takes a liking to the lifestyle slavery affords and avails himself to the pleasures a hospitable plantation offers him. When Grace is severely beaten because he (and she) are caught teaching young slaves to read, he blames himself. He wanted to be a good man and he wanted to impress Grace but his plans always seem to go awry. He volunteers in the Army because he thinks it's the right thing to do and will make Marmee proud, but he is not highly regarded by army personnel. It is questionable whether he tried to save a fellow soldier in a bloody river crossing. He blames himself for him slipping from his grasp. He continually puts himself into imposssible situations where he should have been killed, yet he survives. His guilt becomes all consuming, almost suicidal.
March is also not a good judge of character. He gives an enormous amount of money to John Brown. Even after it seems he has been swindled, he keeps throwing bad money after good. He does it because he thinks it's what Marmee wants and fears she is smitten by him. While his intentions always seem good, his decisions are often clouded by his own human weaknesses.
Marmee is angered that he would volunteer for the Army at his age. She feels he should be at home with their four children. She thinks him a fool. She resents that the family's living conditions have changed because he has given his money away and plunged them into poverty. When she is convinced of a relationship between her husband and Grace, the wedge between them grows larger.
This book begs the reader to question his/her own morals and ideals, however misguided, and the motives behind them. March reminded me of many of the Coles characters, wanting to be descent and noble but many times falling short.
In March, however, he becomes flesh; we found out about his life before Little Women, his involvement with abolitionists, John Brown and others, his time as a chaplain in the Union Army, his time spent in a Washington hospital, and a different marriage than I had imagined. Brooks also includes personal narratives by Marmee that provide her perspective and further illustrate the couple's strained marriage.
March is a conflicted and flawed character. He is weak and egotistical. His biggest flaw is that he is not able to redirect himself when he has made mistakes. Once he commits to something, he cannot turn back; he cannot admit that he doesn't have it all figured out. March is presented as an idealist but he struggles with many moral tests - his relationship with a slave, Grace, the atrocities of war, the treatment of slaves and his marriage. We come to know a man, who while an idealist, is far from perfect. He missteps time and time agian but still holds steadfast to his convictions. His pride (and perhaps even his naivety) becomes his undoing/bane.
Marmee is fiery and passionate in contrast to the mother in Little Women. She is a strong woman that can make lemonade out of lemons. They once had a passionate relationship but miscues and miscommunications between them take their toll. By the end of the book, the bloom is off the rose and she accepts her lot in life.
Throughout the book, March is plagued by survivor's guilt. While despising the evils of slavery, he takes a liking to the lifestyle slavery affords and avails himself to the pleasures a hospitable plantation offers him. When Grace is severely beaten because he (and she) are caught teaching young slaves to read, he blames himself. He wanted to be a good man and he wanted to impress Grace but his plans always seem to go awry. He volunteers in the Army because he thinks it's the right thing to do and will make Marmee proud, but he is not highly regarded by army personnel. It is questionable whether he tried to save a fellow soldier in a bloody river crossing. He blames himself for him slipping from his grasp. He continually puts himself into imposssible situations where he should have been killed, yet he survives. His guilt becomes all consuming, almost suicidal.
March is also not a good judge of character. He gives an enormous amount of money to John Brown. Even after it seems he has been swindled, he keeps throwing bad money after good. He does it because he thinks it's what Marmee wants and fears she is smitten by him. While his intentions always seem good, his decisions are often clouded by his own human weaknesses.
Marmee is angered that he would volunteer for the Army at his age. She feels he should be at home with their four children. She thinks him a fool. She resents that the family's living conditions have changed because he has given his money away and plunged them into poverty. When she is convinced of a relationship between her husband and Grace, the wedge between them grows larger.
This book begs the reader to question his/her own morals and ideals, however misguided, and the motives behind them. March reminded me of many of the Coles characters, wanting to be descent and noble but many times falling short.
Catalyst Questions
I liked this book from the very beginning. I liked Kate, I liked all the references to science. I dismiss the references she makes to "Bad Kate". I don't think there was a "Bad Kate", just a confused teenager, trying to figure out life. In fact, I thought she actually had a heart of gold.
While reading, I wondered about a lot of things and promptly scribbled questions on post-its and tucked them into pages. I'm eager to discuss this book in class.
Was it so important for her to get into MIT because it is one of the top schools in the country or was she trying to reconnect/hold onto some piece of her mom by attending her alma mater? Is that why she only sent out one application? Was she subconsciously sabotaging herself? What was the deal with the father? He seemed more concerned about his flock than his family. She seemed to be more of a parent than he. Why did she profess to be an atheist? Is it because of her mother's death or because faith might contradict her scientific world? The running seemed to start with her mother's death and she still runs. What is it a metaphor for?
I have my thoughts, can't wait to hear what the class thinks.
While reading, I wondered about a lot of things and promptly scribbled questions on post-its and tucked them into pages. I'm eager to discuss this book in class.
Was it so important for her to get into MIT because it is one of the top schools in the country or was she trying to reconnect/hold onto some piece of her mom by attending her alma mater? Is that why she only sent out one application? Was she subconsciously sabotaging herself? What was the deal with the father? He seemed more concerned about his flock than his family. She seemed to be more of a parent than he. Why did she profess to be an atheist? Is it because of her mother's death or because faith might contradict her scientific world? The running seemed to start with her mother's death and she still runs. What is it a metaphor for?
I have my thoughts, can't wait to hear what the class thinks.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Soccer - "The Beautiful Game"
My family and I have long been soccer fans. All my children played on all levels and for many summers, our vacations were coordinated around toournaments or select leagues. In all my experience in many states and even with some foreign teams, I have been very proud to be a part of a sport that seemed (for the most part) not to play into the pettiness, vanity and haughtiness so often seen in sports. It is truly a team sport. Yesterday, as I watched the World Cup, you could see that. The coaches had prepared the teams beforehand, but once the game started, the players alone directed the game. I was constantly reminded why I love this game, why it's often called "the beautiful game". Opposing players, patted each other, helped eachother up after a tumble; appreciation and respect for pure athleticism was evident.
That's why I was saddened when an elite soccer player, Zidane, who would retire after the game, maliciously head-butted an opposing player. He won't be remembered for his talent on the field, instead that image will be replayed in newspapers and on TV over and over again. And my beautiful game got a black eye.
That's why I was saddened when an elite soccer player, Zidane, who would retire after the game, maliciously head-butted an opposing player. He won't be remembered for his talent on the field, instead that image will be replayed in newspapers and on TV over and over again. And my beautiful game got a black eye.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Dear Dr. Coles
Let me first state that I after reading The Call of Stories, I was in awe of the diversity and sheer number of stories (novels, short stories, prose and poetry) that you have read and can recall with such clarity. I started out thinking your book was a difficult read; I was intimidated by the titles, authors and characters, much of which I had not read. Although it improved for me by the end of the book, I still felt compelled to reread and reread paragraphs over to fully understand what you were trying to say. However, that said, I get it! You wrote, ". . . it is a storyteller's lyrical magic that insinuates itself into the separate lives of the various readers, eliciting from each one a response that tells as much about him or her as it does the fictional creation."
In your book, you took us through a journey of many peoples' lives, real and fictional. You told us their stories and you told us yours. You masterfully illustrated how this "magic" you speak of, had become interwoven in their thoughts, emotions, and actions/behavior; their consciousness and unconsciousness. To the readers, characters became either saviors or demons of sorts. Like music you can't get out of your head, or the "hammer" Chekhov wrote of, stories make their way under your skin and are not easily dismissed.
I loved reading about your visits with William Carlos Williams. One can readily tell the influence of the man and his stories. It seems that Williams cast his magic on you but I don't doubt that your visits were beneficial to him as well.
Many of my impressions as I read your book are posted on my blog at http://mitchellsmews.blogspot.com. I'm sure you have many students writing to and about you, but just as you relished the opportunity to visit and share stories and ideas with William Carlos Williams, I would be honored if you would comment on my thoughts.
Respectfully and with much admiration,
mitchelll
In your book, you took us through a journey of many peoples' lives, real and fictional. You told us their stories and you told us yours. You masterfully illustrated how this "magic" you speak of, had become interwoven in their thoughts, emotions, and actions/behavior; their consciousness and unconsciousness. To the readers, characters became either saviors or demons of sorts. Like music you can't get out of your head, or the "hammer" Chekhov wrote of, stories make their way under your skin and are not easily dismissed.
I loved reading about your visits with William Carlos Williams. One can readily tell the influence of the man and his stories. It seems that Williams cast his magic on you but I don't doubt that your visits were beneficial to him as well.
Many of my impressions as I read your book are posted on my blog at http://mitchellsmews.blogspot.com. I'm sure you have many students writing to and about you, but just as you relished the opportunity to visit and share stories and ideas with William Carlos Williams, I would be honored if you would comment on my thoughts.
Respectfully and with much admiration,
mitchelll
The Call of Stories ch. 7 - 8
Coles subjects in ch. 7 and 8 seemed to be dealing with deep moral struggles and death. I underlined a line in the book from ch. 6, "Novels and stories are renderings of life; they can not only keep us company, but admonish us, point us in new directions, or give us courage to stay a given course." The people Coles writes of were either comforted by the characters and text of novels or haunted by them.
Fermi dealt with his own impending death with dignity and quiet calm. He expressed his gratitude for Tolstoy's stories. Richard, too, in dealing with his own mortality found connections and solace in novels he might not have, had he not been dealing with his own lymphoma. He went so far as to say that the characters were ingrained in how he coped and ultimately survived with hope. Coles asserts that "Death is our problem; for the one in the hospital bed, death has already come and gone, regardless of the presence of a pulse, a heartbeat, and a normal electroencephalogram."
In ch. 8, Coles comes back Williams who questioned the "daily conceits that keep many of us all too self-centered, conceits that confine us especially when the needs of strangers are at stake." Coles writes that "one impediment to moral conduct is the tug of vain selves." Coles speaks of this struggle through story characters, patients and students. Stories can show/bring about their redemption or they can cast them full of self loathing and erode everything they hold dear. This is the case of Johnny Hake of Shady Hill, who makes a dire decision because of his own ambition and greed.
Throughout the book Coles (and Williams) caution readers to be mindful of these snares. He has shown us the deep effect stories have had on lives and these stories can serve as a reminder that there is a slippery slope between character and integrity and blind ambition and greed.
Fermi dealt with his own impending death with dignity and quiet calm. He expressed his gratitude for Tolstoy's stories. Richard, too, in dealing with his own mortality found connections and solace in novels he might not have, had he not been dealing with his own lymphoma. He went so far as to say that the characters were ingrained in how he coped and ultimately survived with hope. Coles asserts that "Death is our problem; for the one in the hospital bed, death has already come and gone, regardless of the presence of a pulse, a heartbeat, and a normal electroencephalogram."
In ch. 8, Coles comes back Williams who questioned the "daily conceits that keep many of us all too self-centered, conceits that confine us especially when the needs of strangers are at stake." Coles writes that "one impediment to moral conduct is the tug of vain selves." Coles speaks of this struggle through story characters, patients and students. Stories can show/bring about their redemption or they can cast them full of self loathing and erode everything they hold dear. This is the case of Johnny Hake of Shady Hill, who makes a dire decision because of his own ambition and greed.
Throughout the book Coles (and Williams) caution readers to be mindful of these snares. He has shown us the deep effect stories have had on lives and these stories can serve as a reminder that there is a slippery slope between character and integrity and blind ambition and greed.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Feelings about Reader Response
Whichever subgroup of reader response theory you subscribe to, the premise is that you cannot separate the reader and the text. The reader's experience, culture, preconceptions, etc. all have a part in the reading of the text (more or less depending on which subgroup we are talking about) and hence affect his/her analysis or interpretation of the text.
I found so many correlations to reader response theory in Cole's book. Part of William's dialogue that I found most poignant and speaks directly to reader response:
". . . But a story can engage a reader - not every reader, and some readers only somewhat, but plenty of readers a lot, a whole lot. I mean, art reaches the mind and the heart, and in a way that it doesn't easily get shaken off. . . ."
Still in another part of the book, Coles writes, "In order to respond, one remembers, one notices, then one makes connections - engaging the thinking mind as well as what is called one's emotional side".
My husband chides me because I get so caught up in some of the books I've read or the films I've seen. But that is precisely the enjoyment for me - they take me somewhere, the characters get under my skin, their struggles and their triumphs become my own; they beg me to ask questions of the author, the characters and of myself.
I don't remember being taught this way about literature. I always felt that the teacher was (in spite of asking you "How do you feel about this?") steering me in the direction of the "correct answer" that being her interpretation or the widely accepted view. I think that most students, including myself probably humbly submitted and "gave them what they wanted".
I think that reader response is ideal for teaching adolescent literature. Adolescents are so emotional and unpredictable at this age (remember "Inside the Teenage Brain") why would any teacher try to ignore or negate the emotions and experiences they bring/have with a story? So much good would come of it. The responses will be authentic and genuine not a canned comment and just maybe it will prompt other less vocal students to take a chance, put themselves out there, and voice their connections and interpretations of the text.
I found so many correlations to reader response theory in Cole's book. Part of William's dialogue that I found most poignant and speaks directly to reader response:
". . . But a story can engage a reader - not every reader, and some readers only somewhat, but plenty of readers a lot, a whole lot. I mean, art reaches the mind and the heart, and in a way that it doesn't easily get shaken off. . . ."
Still in another part of the book, Coles writes, "In order to respond, one remembers, one notices, then one makes connections - engaging the thinking mind as well as what is called one's emotional side".
My husband chides me because I get so caught up in some of the books I've read or the films I've seen. But that is precisely the enjoyment for me - they take me somewhere, the characters get under my skin, their struggles and their triumphs become my own; they beg me to ask questions of the author, the characters and of myself.
I don't remember being taught this way about literature. I always felt that the teacher was (in spite of asking you "How do you feel about this?") steering me in the direction of the "correct answer" that being her interpretation or the widely accepted view. I think that most students, including myself probably humbly submitted and "gave them what they wanted".
I think that reader response is ideal for teaching adolescent literature. Adolescents are so emotional and unpredictable at this age (remember "Inside the Teenage Brain") why would any teacher try to ignore or negate the emotions and experiences they bring/have with a story? So much good would come of it. The responses will be authentic and genuine not a canned comment and just maybe it will prompt other less vocal students to take a chance, put themselves out there, and voice their connections and interpretations of the text.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Coles book ch. 4 - 6
I was walking out of class on Mon. night and was discussing the Coles book. I said that Coles writes like a clinician, too diagnostic. I think that's what makes it a more difficult read. In fact, I had to read many paragraphs several times to really get what Coles is communicating, particularly when he made references to so many authors, novels, poems and literary pieces. I did, however, underline many great ideas and text that did impress me. I found it easier to understand his ideas when he allowed the reader to see part of someone's life, someone's ideas and someone's doubts (as in the case of Ed Sissman).
One of the points made in ch. 4 gave me pause. Perhaps we once knew but forgot, or know but is not acknowledged when a loved one dies - that doctors suffer also at the loss of a patient. I think we reason/excuse this notion away by saying something like "They're used to it." In retrospect, how callous a thought. How does anyone ever become used to death? We give a lot of consideration to how patients cope with death, how their families cope, but what about the medical staff that has tended to them throughout their struggle and last days. The writer speaks that words have been used by patients "to hold onto dear life"/provide support, words from the bible, words from church, words from family members. The medical resident, James, found the same comfort in the words of poetry as well. I love the last line of that chapter, "a poet become a doctor's light".
I said in my reflection of chapters 1-3 that I never heard of a literature class in medical school and maybe I don't know enough about the vast majority of medical schools. I was really taken aback how words had ispired James and I suspect it made him a better doctor.Now I question why don't all medical schools offer similar classes.
The more I read references to about Wm. Carlos Williams, the more I want to learn about this unassuming man of great character. I once knew a priest that has since passed and in this time when priests have gotten a black eye for the revelation of sexual abuse among the ranks, he was a man I admired. I still think of this man that always put others first. At first glance, you might not even notice him, but look deeper and you saw a man that quietly, without any fanfare, went about healing the spirit and the mind. He was a priestly priest. Even when his own body was failing him, there was never a complaint; he continued to minister to his flock. I can think of countless examples of his humanity that I think not too many people noticed or knew but then he didn't do it for any sort of notariety. I think Williams was that kind of man as well. On p. 104, he reminded the visiting medical students that most of their time would be spent "listening to people tell you their stories". Williams pointed out that patients help doctors too in as much as doctors help them.
Williams is humble enough to consider his flaws, even write about them.
Imagine saying that a doctor's personal decency to his patients is just as important as prescribing the right medication. Years ago, I had an obstetrician that had only taken on a new associate that would stop in to see me in the hospital after I had my 1st son (I had some complications so I was there a few weeks) I still remember to this day him straddling a chair, worn from the day, but still having time to talk to me, telling me about himself, learning that he liked washing dishes - it relaxed him. How many doctors reveal these small mundane glimpses of themselves? This is what Williams was talking about. I didn't see him much after that, he went to start his own practice or joined a "big shot" group. As fate would have it, some years later, when my ob/gyn had passed away that doctor took over/bought his practice. Gone was the doctor I knew, he had become a big shot himself and had no time to listen to a patient's story or elicit one of his own. I stayed with him only a few years and then found a new doctor, someone that brings something more than a white coat and stethoscope with her when she interacts with her patients.
Coles, like Williams, cautions professionals (and he includes teachers) to be careful not to slip into the other world, driven only by achievements and success at the expense of integrity. A lot of food for thought.
One of the points made in ch. 4 gave me pause. Perhaps we once knew but forgot, or know but is not acknowledged when a loved one dies - that doctors suffer also at the loss of a patient. I think we reason/excuse this notion away by saying something like "They're used to it." In retrospect, how callous a thought. How does anyone ever become used to death? We give a lot of consideration to how patients cope with death, how their families cope, but what about the medical staff that has tended to them throughout their struggle and last days. The writer speaks that words have been used by patients "to hold onto dear life"/provide support, words from the bible, words from church, words from family members. The medical resident, James, found the same comfort in the words of poetry as well. I love the last line of that chapter, "a poet become a doctor's light".
I said in my reflection of chapters 1-3 that I never heard of a literature class in medical school and maybe I don't know enough about the vast majority of medical schools. I was really taken aback how words had ispired James and I suspect it made him a better doctor.Now I question why don't all medical schools offer similar classes.
The more I read references to about Wm. Carlos Williams, the more I want to learn about this unassuming man of great character. I once knew a priest that has since passed and in this time when priests have gotten a black eye for the revelation of sexual abuse among the ranks, he was a man I admired. I still think of this man that always put others first. At first glance, you might not even notice him, but look deeper and you saw a man that quietly, without any fanfare, went about healing the spirit and the mind. He was a priestly priest. Even when his own body was failing him, there was never a complaint; he continued to minister to his flock. I can think of countless examples of his humanity that I think not too many people noticed or knew but then he didn't do it for any sort of notariety. I think Williams was that kind of man as well. On p. 104, he reminded the visiting medical students that most of their time would be spent "listening to people tell you their stories". Williams pointed out that patients help doctors too in as much as doctors help them.
Williams is humble enough to consider his flaws, even write about them.
Imagine saying that a doctor's personal decency to his patients is just as important as prescribing the right medication. Years ago, I had an obstetrician that had only taken on a new associate that would stop in to see me in the hospital after I had my 1st son (I had some complications so I was there a few weeks) I still remember to this day him straddling a chair, worn from the day, but still having time to talk to me, telling me about himself, learning that he liked washing dishes - it relaxed him. How many doctors reveal these small mundane glimpses of themselves? This is what Williams was talking about. I didn't see him much after that, he went to start his own practice or joined a "big shot" group. As fate would have it, some years later, when my ob/gyn had passed away that doctor took over/bought his practice. Gone was the doctor I knew, he had become a big shot himself and had no time to listen to a patient's story or elicit one of his own. I stayed with him only a few years and then found a new doctor, someone that brings something more than a white coat and stethoscope with her when she interacts with her patients.
Coles, like Williams, cautions professionals (and he includes teachers) to be careful not to slip into the other world, driven only by achievements and success at the expense of integrity. A lot of food for thought.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Give a Boy a Gun Thoughts
I finished reading the book this afternoon and while I keep replaying parts in my mind and my own images of what took place, I still can't put into words how I feel just yet. It was deeply disturbing and equally disturbing were the statistics and data presented at the bottom of the pages. I feel such empathy for those two boys. How deep their pain. And yet I can't fathom their violent acts. I have to let this sink in a few more days to really express my thoughts.
One image does haunt me though - the comments made by Dustin or was it Beth Bender about, how in the aftermath,those six boys were bent on killing Brendan. When/Where does it end!!!!!
Two statistics mentioned were promising - on p. 181, a conflict resolution program in NYC reduced hostility and on p. 186 Canada's expansion of its anti-bullying programs. Strasser's final thoughts in the back of the book call for more of these types of programs. I was somewhat heartened that I have witnessed my own school make a concerted effort to address bullying by bringing in speakers and initiating student programs.
One image does haunt me though - the comments made by Dustin or was it Beth Bender about, how in the aftermath,those six boys were bent on killing Brendan. When/Where does it end!!!!!
Two statistics mentioned were promising - on p. 181, a conflict resolution program in NYC reduced hostility and on p. 186 Canada's expansion of its anti-bullying programs. Strasser's final thoughts in the back of the book call for more of these types of programs. I was somewhat heartened that I have witnessed my own school make a concerted effort to address bullying by bringing in speakers and initiating student programs.
Reflection on ch. 1 - 3 of The Call of Stories
This was a difficult read for me and I dare say I felt rather inadequate as he quoted so many excerpts from literature. I could only remember some of the characters he spoke of. High School was so long ago. Admittedly, some I had never read, for example, War and Peace.
Mr. Coles is obviously a brilliant man with vast knowledge on a multitude of subjects. I was glad to learn that he respected and admired William Carlos Williams. I have a mental list of people that I have always wanted to learn more about (and their work) and he has been on my list for a while. I think I'll set aside August as the time I do that.
One thing bothered me about the book. He kept introducing us to characters he met along his life's journey, like the woman in the psych ward that paced and smoked, smoked and paced, "the hiker". He leaves me always wondering what became of her, or the venerable Dr. Ludwig or the polio patient, Phil. I wanted to find out how things turned out for each one of them. I guess their stories had gotten under my skin.
I wish I had written myself notes in the margins or used post-its so I could remember the name of the course he taught to 1st year medical students. I was amazed that they were assigned to read literature/classics. I just assumed once you were in a post-grad professional school you concentrated only on that field. In fact, I don't know of any of my friends that are doctors or dentists having to read "literature" as part of their medical or dental school training. But Coles repeatedly points to the learning these stories can teach, no matter the forum.
I also took much delight in the Atlanta teenager, Laura, that his wife knew and then he. She was so honest and insightful in her thoughts on some of the characters and themes in the novels for someone so young. How enlightening - she drew parallels to her own experience to the "have and have nots" of the world, and her own feelings about segregation.
Mr. Coles is obviously a brilliant man with vast knowledge on a multitude of subjects. I was glad to learn that he respected and admired William Carlos Williams. I have a mental list of people that I have always wanted to learn more about (and their work) and he has been on my list for a while. I think I'll set aside August as the time I do that.
One thing bothered me about the book. He kept introducing us to characters he met along his life's journey, like the woman in the psych ward that paced and smoked, smoked and paced, "the hiker". He leaves me always wondering what became of her, or the venerable Dr. Ludwig or the polio patient, Phil. I wanted to find out how things turned out for each one of them. I guess their stories had gotten under my skin.
I wish I had written myself notes in the margins or used post-its so I could remember the name of the course he taught to 1st year medical students. I was amazed that they were assigned to read literature/classics. I just assumed once you were in a post-grad professional school you concentrated only on that field. In fact, I don't know of any of my friends that are doctors or dentists having to read "literature" as part of their medical or dental school training. But Coles repeatedly points to the learning these stories can teach, no matter the forum.
I also took much delight in the Atlanta teenager, Laura, that his wife knew and then he. She was so honest and insightful in her thoughts on some of the characters and themes in the novels for someone so young. How enlightening - she drew parallels to her own experience to the "have and have nots" of the world, and her own feelings about segregation.
