#SOL16: Observing
“Writers look closely at the world, they see and feel things intensely.”
My gaze is outward.
My gaze is inward.
The coffee gurgles.
The wind is blowing.
The sky is beginning to brighten.
Time is fleeting; time to move.
A faint shape; a daily appearance.
My daily path.
Finally, the coffee is done. I pour a cup.
I sniff the air.
I wrap my hands around my mug and embrace the warmth.
No rain today; I embrace the crisp air.
I look again, outside my window.
I check for scents, again.
I reach for my phone, punch in the code, click on the camera.
I study the window. Did I see movement?
My morning and evening visitors.
That two-legged creature stuck inside.
What do you see when you look closely?
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#SOL16: March Challenge Day 18 – Part 2
Seriously, did you read that whiney drivel from yesterday? ( Here ) Some folks really just should keep their mouths closed and their fingers off the keyboard because all they do is show, literally, how lacking in brains and imagination they are. It was so mortifying to be a part of that conversation and I was just the tool!
So to recap quickly, I have a new owner. I was quite happy tucked away, twice removed from the world inside my tightly packed box with the banded wrapper around it. I was NOT going anywhere. And then this unbelievably OLD lady came into the store “because her phone didn’t work”. (Don’t be offended that I called her old – it’s all relative; but do remember that I have only been on the shelf here for one short week. One. Week. I am the new kid on the block – one of them anyway!)
Over the last two days, I have been dropped, poked, prodded, and plugged into electrical outlets and some gismo in the car. And I have no idea of the number of miles I have traveled and the places I have seen.
But I digress . . . back to the beginning.
I was on the shelf at the Verizon store minding my own business when the clerk came back muttering . . . “she really isn’t going to like white.”
I was relieved. Safe! Or at least for the moment. My happiness lasted for less than a minute because she was back, grabbing me as she put Louise back in her place on the shelf. Drat . . .white is not the “in” color!
So then I was prodded wide awake – no more yawning, plugged in to charge up, coded so I could be connected to the World Wide Web (www – in case you had forgotten) and, in general, treated so informally that I wanted to ask, “What am I, chopped liver?” but I didn’t want to take any words from anyone else’s mouth!
Chatter, chatter, chatter but what I really heard was blah, blah, blah!
Maybe I was headed for an adventure. To ride in a Mercedes Benz or a convertible. Or to a new home by the lake. No sticky fingers from kids PLEASE. I do have my dignity to hold on to! (But have you seen this old lady? I don’t know, but she sounds kinda bossy like she is used to telling others what to do all day!)
So, this app transferred a bunch of apps and pictures so I’m now quite a cluttery mess and then she (my new owner) said, “I don’t think I have all my pictures. And what about Twitter? And where is my Voxer icon? She’s got it rough. Pictures? Twitter? Voxer? She thinks she has worries!
Right before we went out the door, I heard her say that she would bring all her questions back when the new screen protector came in. PUL-E-E-A-A-S-S-E-E! Maybe I could convince her that I was just TOO much phone for her! AHA! What fun for me!
So I spent the last two days as a trickster. Sometimes I worked on command. And sometimes I didn’t work on command. I quickly learned how to avoid being yelled at. There were a couple of choice words that I really did NOT like to hear. So today we’re back in the store.
Listen in on this conversation:
Owner – “I’m just not quite sure that this is the phone for me.”
Me – YAY!
Clerk – “It’s just an upgrade of your old phone. In another week, you will be such an expert that you won’t even remember this conversation.”
Me – No, she’ll forget because she’s old and forgetful. She only has one or two passwords memorized.
Owner – “It doesn’t seem to work all the time . . .”
Clerk – “Let me double check the settings. Re-opening apps and checking to make sure they work is a bit tedious.”
Me – Tedious? BORING! Case closed – whiney drivel!
Which version was more realistic?
Which version was more fun?
Is it possible that there is a third or even a fourth version?
PS. Check out how handsome I am! I could have been one of these old dinosaurs!
Which ones have you used?
Process: As I finished writing yesterday’s post, this author began to wonder if the story could be told from another point of view. She had revisited the two versions of the deer story that was quite popular last March here and here and wondered what could lend itself to that same CCR. A. R. 6 Point of View standard. What do you think? The post was drafted in 15 minutes. The picture from yesterday was recycled with another quick search for a talk bubble. Preview, categories, tagged, and ready to publish but oh, wait, a quick check for pictures of old, old, old phones!
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#SOL15: March Challenge Day 21 The Real Story
The Real Story
Seriously, I’m being framed by a pokey old “gramma – wannabe”! It wasn’t my fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
I was out for a morning walk with Josephine and Henrietta. We were strolling along at 6:39 am when Josephine challenged me and said she could beat me across the road. I saw the lights headed in our direction and told her that we needed to wait. It would be too close to make sure that we could all three cross safely. But because Josephine ALWAYS has to be first, she takes off running.
And then what does that ditzy driver do?
She slows down. Josephine is across the road, I’m waiting on her and she, the one behind the wheel of that vehicle, decides to . . . slow down.
“REALLY? What was she thinking?”
I simply could NOT believe it. Where on earth did she go to school for driving? Maybe they will revoke her license!
Henrietta waited in the ditch, but I decided to cross before any other vehicles headed our way. The expression on that lady’s face was amazing.
I think she was praying or something because she was making this awful face and saying something. I know she wasn’t on her phone because I’ve seen plenty of those cause accidents before!
“Why on earth did she slow down?”
I really thought she was going to swerve to the other side of the road. That’s pretty dangerous and she would have rolled that little tin can if she’d tried that. But no, she has to go and slow down. If she had just kept going, she would have been fine.
So the car hits me where I’m just standing by the side of the road, minding my own business. It was headed towards me so I was braced for the impact and as the car hit, I was in the air bouncing across the road. I felt a slight scrape where some of my hair was gouged off my thigh, but that was it for injuries! I was so out of there before that lady did something silly and backed up to run over Henrietta.
Poor Henrietta; I don’t know if she will ever get over her near miss. She was so scared that she turned around and went back down in the ditch to hide. She refused to cross the road for hours. (Kinda silly because if anyone was going to be traumatized it should have been me, the deer who was hit by that silver Pontiac Vibe at 6:41 am on that dark Thursday morning.)
“Should I file a report? How do I make sure my side of the story gets told?”
Who knows what kind of lies that silly driver has been telling to cover up her failure to have control of her car! She should have been able to stop if she had just put her foot on the brake faster! Won’t someone want to talk to the witnesses?
“Not my fault! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! After all, there was a deer crossing sign there . . . I was following directions!”
Now that I think of it, can I sue that lady driver in court for the damage, and pain and suffering caused? My hair looks like a trophy hanging on her car!
If you missed the story from the driver’s point of view, you can read it here.
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#SOL15: March Challenge Day 20 – Unexpected . . .
Classic beginning?
A variation?
It was a dark and cloudy morning.
or
It was a dark:30 morning.
Or just begin?
“N o o o o o o o,” I whispered.
The thud vibrated through my decelerating car as it came to a complete stop. I heard the items on the front passenger seat slide to the floor.
*&!#
I sat there shaking, adrenaline-fueled and yet caffeine-depleted. If only I had finished that cup of coffee because then I would have been two minutes later. NAH! Four minutes with a pit stop before leaving.
Shaking, I unfastened my seat belt and grabbed my phone. I was in desperate need of the flashlight app. “Where is it? Have I used it on this phone?” I wondered.
Completely dark and silent . . . not a sound greeted me as I emerged from my Pontiac Vibe.
As I pushed the home button on my phone, it lit up the morning darkness.
“Could be worse!”
No metal touching the tire.
Frame still looks square. (I think)
Cardboard-y inner wheel well-lining is drooping some.
Enough to be harmful?
Duct tape?
Do I really have any?
Looks ok!
Check for fluids?
. . . Is it possible? . . . Driveable? . . .
Less than a minute has passed since I began my inspection, but the weight of worry made it feel like an hour. “Oh, man, going to be late today and here I was already a bit panicky about the two hour trip!”
Possible options flashed through my mind in milli-seconds.
Choices,
Plans,
Must Dos,
Nice to Dos.
Ulimately . . .
Driveable, YES!
Off . . . and running. In 15 minutes a pit stop in a well-lit convenience store, another quick inspection, dripping fluid???
Ah, just from the windshield wiper fluid reservoir that is visibly cracked.
Drive, drive, drive, drive and an hour and thirty minutes later . . . at work.
I survived three of these with only one involved in my incident as they casually sauntered across the road as if they owned it.
Now, the repair task for the damage caused by this critter (who, yes, walked away) owned by the Iowa Department of Natural Resources (at any rate that is who issues the hunting licenses)!
Insurance claims! Yay! FUN! (not)
Tufts of deer hair in the car frame CAN ruin a very positive attitude!
The good news . . . yes, the car is driveable! And I made it to my day of professional development okay – a bit rattled, YES! But okay!
Unexpected damage to the front passenger quarter panel, hood, and front, and passenger door that does not open . . . TODAY, an extra cup of coffee and daylight before I leave!
What unexpected events have you handled lately?
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#SOL14: Everyday risks?
Tuesday is the day to share a “Slice of Life” with Two Writing Teachers. Check out the writers, readers and teachers here. Thanks to Stacey, Anna, Beth, Tara, Dana and Betsy for creating a place for us to work collaboratively.
Warning: This is a serious slice!
Who is the most important person or group of people at school?
That answer might depend upon your point of view. When referring to the standards, this would relate to
CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.CCRA.R.6 – Assess how point of view or purpose shapes the content and style of a text.
Two other anchor standards addressed by this post are:
Pre-assessment: When you hear “school shooting”, what are your first thoughts?
Jot down your ideas. Hold onto your thoughts. Last week I reread Snowflakes Fall. I was introduced to this book in Patricia Maclachlan’s Closing Keynote for the 2013 #TCRWP July Writing Institute in New York City. Revisiting the back story was both riveting and tearful!
Here’s what Random House says about this book:
“In Snowflakes Fall, Newbery Medalist Patricia MacLachlan and award-winning artist Steven Kellogg portray life’s natural cycle: its beauty, its joy, and its sorrow. Together, the words and pictures offer the promise of renewal that can be found in our lives—snowflakes fall, and return again as raindrops so that flowers can grow.
MacLachlan and Kellogg, who are longtime friends, were moved to collaborate on a message of hope for children and their families following the tragic events in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, on December 14, 2012. Kellogg lived in Sandy Hook for thirty-five years—he raised his family there and was an active member of the community. With Snowflakes Fall, they have created a truly inspiring picture book that is both a celebration of life and a tribute to the qualities that make each individual unique.
In honor of the community of Sandy Hook and Newtown, Random House, the publisher of Snowflakes Fall, has made a donation to the Sandy Hook School Support Fund. Random House is also donating 25,000 new books to the national literacy organization First Book in the community’s honor and in support of children everywhere.”
The audience / purpose for this book was to “provide hope for children and their families.” While reading, the reader has the option to use the words and illustrations to determine if that goal of “providing hope” has been met. A conversation about the book would reveal exactly which techniques worked best for any one reader with different readers choosing different sentences, phrases, or pictures.
What was the impact in homes not just in CT but across the nation?
To say that was a “tough Christmas” is a gross understatement. Thousands of children sent snowflakes, many parents hugged their children tighter, other parents thanked their teachers, and schools were told to put school safety personnel inside their school buildings to make sure that children would be safe. Yet what of those children who wondered if their own parent-teachers were safe in their neighborhood schools?
Is safe even possible?
Last Friday, the national news was again electrifying. A student shooting in a school cafeteria in Washington State. Two students died. The shooter is dead. Headlines immediately begin to “determine the motive” and “analyze the background” of the shooter. “Well-liked” was one descriptive phrase repeated about the shooter in headlines during the first 48 hours following the tragedy. Sound familiar? Immediately the press began to report that the police response was different “because of Columbine.” That struck a chord with me as I had just spent the past two weeks reading Dave Cullen’s Columbine. At Columbine the police were criticized for failing to take action sooner – and in particular, needing to enter the building sooner! That text, Columbine, was the reason I was “rereading” Snowflakes Fall because I was looking for hope and faith in a parallel situation. When I hear school shooting, I think of two: Sandy Hook and Columbine. Yet as I read Cullen’s text, I questioned my memory of Columbine.
- “How did I have the facts so wrong?
- What was the point of view of the news reporting as the event and subsequent weeks played out?
- What images played over and over on the news?
- Which pictures were replayed for the one, five and ten year anniversaries?”
There were times that I wanted to stop reading the book. It was horrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. I needed to know what came next. I could not stop, yet I also had to take breaks and could not just read straight through the book. I wanted to ask,”What were you thinking?” “How could you not know?” for starters. Here’s what Dave (@DaveCullen) says about his book:
“I spent ten years on Columbine. I was driven by two questions: why did they kill, and what became of the survivors? My big surprise was that most of what we “know” about Columbine was wrong.
It wasn’t about the jocks, goths or the Trenchcoat Mafia. The killers didn’t even see themselves as school shooters: their primary focus was the bombs. To understand this tragedy, the key is letting go of our concept of “the killers.”
Spend a few chapters with Eric and Dylan, and you’ll discover two starkly different boys. Their personalities were poles apart, like the motives that drove them. Eric Harris was monstrous; Dylan Klebold was a revelation. The survivors proved equally illuminating. Their stories are surprisingly uplifting—a refreshing contrast to Eric and Dylan. Thousands faced the unthinkable, most overcame it, often in extraordinary ways. I was amazed by their resilience.” (Source: http://www.davecullen.com/ )
Why was I reading Columbine?
My friend and co-worker, Dyan, told me about the book. She thought I would like it so she handed me the book to read. Dyan has participated and followed “Rachel’s Challenge” for years. While reading the book, we had many texts and phone conversations that included:
“Bombs? What bombs?
“How could I not know about 100 bombs?
“How could anyone else not have known about the plan?
“How did two teenage boys keep their planning a secret for over a year? REALLY, A secret?”
“Whoa! All that “stuff about psycopaths . . .”
“Feel so sorry for Linda who lost her husband. Does anyone worry about the teacher’s family?”
OR the rant about “How could they have covered up Dylan and Eric’s past records? What were the police thinking?”
The purpose of this book was to tell Eric and Dylan’s story about why these events transpired and follow up the survivors in the years since Columbine. It was to report the facts as accurately as possible, correcting the record and not to sensationalize or villify anyone. The point of view of this text was totally different from Snowflakes Fall which was written to be shared with young students. Facts were verified with hundreds of sources credited.
How often have there been deadly school shootings?
An interactive look at that timeline with 18 dates marked with deadly shootings is available here. That timeline includes details on each of the eighteen deadly shootings in the 15 years since Columbine. That data is shocking to me. Even more shocking was the number of times that adults were also killed. Maybe the emphasis has been on the students who have not yet reached adulthood, that full “potential”, but what about the devastation for those families of teachers who also lost their lives?
Is this a new issue?
When I quickly submitted a google search for “School Shootings in the US”, the first response was Wikipedia. Yes, not necessarily the most accurate but incredibly sobering! The first “firearm discharged in a school” in the US happened in 1764. The next occurred in 1850 and then the time frames between shootings decreased and the locations were all over the country. (540 references are included for the article labeled “List of School Shootings in the United States”. Mathematically, the risks of being shot at school seem low if the total years and the number of students, staff, and schools are all considered. Yet that would not be a consolation if any situation involved you or your loved ones. Multiple Standards. Multiple resources: a digital timeline, online references, Snowflakes Fall and Columbine (Multi-media and two books). Different approaches. Different styles. Circling back around to the initial question.
Who is most important at school?
Everyone!
Please pay attention when someone needs help! Don’t wait for them to ask!
Is there a bigger picture to school shootings?
How does the pain and agony of the student or adult reach that breaking point without family or friends noticing? That’s an issue for mental health professionals, law enforcement officials and forensic investigators to continue to explore. What can we do? We can continue to make sure that each and every person is a school building is valued day after day after day! Thoughtfullness. . . Compassion . . . Caring . . . #YouMatter