Monday, October 27, 2014

Teacher Post: Proud Writing Moment


Though it has been over 3 months since I was immersed in graduate school work at Columbia University Teacher's College, I have remained invigorated by the methods and ideas I learned about this past summer. The last course I took as a part of my Master's program was called "The Teaching of Writing" and it was, without a doubt,  the most challenging course of the summer, but also the most rewarding and beneficial to me as a teacher. 

Reading and writing is a significant weakness among many of my students at the international school I work at here in Riyadh. While I have a handful of rock stars and a fair share of "solid" students in all of my classes, I have many students who struggle with basic literacy skills. As a high school literature teacher, it is technically not my job to teach reading comprehension or foundational language skills, however I find myself deviating from my prescribed lesson plans often in order to address some of these more pressing issues. 

One of my biggest challenges as an English teacher is getting students to articulate their thinking through writing. One of the most rewarding parts of my education this summer was using the online blended learning platform, Moodle, as a way to further intellectual discourse. I was thrilled about this because we use Moodle in our school as a supplement to our classroom teaching, so while in class this summer I begin thinking, why not try this kind of learning with my students? 

My fear was that by asking my students to write free-form "commentaries" (a partially analytical, partially personalized piece of writing about a text: in my case, Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes) they would either not take the assignment seriously or they would plagiarize off one another and write really superficial statements. Yet that is not what happened. When I asked my students to respond to a piece of poetry in an authentic and personal manner by commenting on the things they "noticed, wondered and connected to", I received a remarkable number of sincere and interesting responses.  

*The "notice/wonder/connect" directive for analyzing literature comes directly from the course I took at the Lincoln Center Institute as part of my Masters Program at Teachers College. 

In addition to having my students write commentaries, I also required that they "reply" to at least one commentary written by a peer. I asked them to be considerate and ensure that every student receives at least one reply. I even told them that I would award bonus points if they replied to more than one commentary. 

The following morning when I sat down to check their work, I was astounded by the number of replies each student wrote to one another, the depth and personal connections made in their commentaries and the types of encouraging remarks they wrote to one another in their replies. Students who are usually more reserved and held back made incredible strides in revealing personal thoughts and connections to the text. 

I've copied/pasted one particularly interesting commentary along with the 6 replies this student received. I have removed the names of the students to protect their privacy, but hopefully the substance of the information will prove to be just as meaningful anonymously. The original post commentary was written by one of my lowest students. She works incredibly hard but she is just lacking in some essential reading, writing, and analytical thinking skills. She is, interestingly enough, one of the only native English speakers in the class however. 

Here is the work I am so proud of my students for producing: 

Upon re-reading the extract below I realize that this work may not seem like an incredibly inspiring or interesting piece of student writing, but I am still so proud of it nonetheless. This is one of my lowest classes and yet here they are -- proudly proclaiming their thoughts and reactions to a complicated text and supporting one another in their writing and thinking. To me there is nothing more beautiful or gratifying than having students support and encourage one another in their learning. 



Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by M - Wednesday, 22 October 2014, 7:55 PM

In the poem “Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes, I noticed there was a lot of imagery and similes used throughout the poem. Hughes uses “sags like a heavy load”, “crust and sugar over - - like a syrupy sweet” and a lot more phrases like that to help us picture what a put off dream might look like. When I picture these things I get bad, horrible, nasty, and gross pictures in my head.
     What I wonder about this poem is, did he write this based on something that happened, either to him or someone else, in real life? Why is this topic important to him? Did he write this to show people what could happen if they put off a dream? This made me wonder more about the importance of dreams. These questions also made me think if I had put off a dream.
     I can connect this poem with my own life, Escape from Camp 14, and the book/movie The Maze Runner. I can connect the poem to my life because I have dreams about what I want to do later in life which I might or might not do. Everybody has dreams of what they want to do later on in life, so I guess everyone can connect to this poem. This poem connects to Escape From Camp 14 because Shin had a dream of living in the U.S. the rest of his life but that didn’t happen. In The Maze Runner the main characters want to remember what their lives were like before being sent into “the maze” but they can’t remember major stuff.
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by - Wednesday, 22 October 2014, 8:08 PM

I like the way you connected the poem not only to yourself, but also to other books such as Escape from Camp 14, and the book/movie The Maze Runner. I especially like that way you asked questions pertaining to to reasons for the publication of this poem and if it had anything to do with Hughes' personal life. Great Job!
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by - Wednesday, 22 October 2014, 9:00 PM

What I liked the most in M's analysis is her last paragraph especially when she connected the thoughts in Hughes's poem to Escape from Camp 14, the book which we have already read. Her connection is really great, and I did not expect to read such a connection in any of my classmates' analyses.  
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by - Wednesday, 22 October 2014, 10:30 PM

I really agree with you about the necessity to know the background of this poem to fully understand Hughes' motivation to write this poem. There are many ways of interpreting this poem, which all are reasonable, but it is difficult for readers to understand the writer's reason of writing this piece. I found your connection to different novels and movies interesting, compared to most of our connections to lives of students. I'll definitely have to try out the Maze Runner :)
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by Wednesday, 22 October 2014, 10:41 PM

i really liked the way that you concentrated a lot on how the poem relates to you on a personal level. i also like the fact that you included many questions in your commentary about the things you wonder about. I would suggest that you add a little more analysis on the literary devices.
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by  - Thursday, 23 October 2014, 8:59 AM

 I like how you made several connections and how you added your only personal thoughts and questions. I would say you need to add more to your analyzes on literally devices. 
Re: Dream Deferred - M's Commentary
by Thursday, 23 October 2014, 9:59 AM


I agree with the analysis of the poem and how people connect their life with the poem but I don't agree that Shin, the storyteller of "Escape From Camp 14" is related to this poem because he did what he has to do but he just thought South Korea would be better than America. (He didn't defer what he had to do)

Monday, October 20, 2014

Desert Queens

This past weekend I had the great fortune of meeting some desert queens. No, not members of the royal family, but rather, some Saudi drag queens! 

Several months ago I met a very kind young man who I shall refer to here as Aladdin. Aladdin was a friend of a friend who wanted to take yoga lessons from me. I was hesitant due to the fact that I was already so busy with teaching, coaching two sports, advising student council and volunteering my time to help students with the school play, but I agreed nonetheless to teach a yoga class a week to an eager-to-learn Saudi man.

The second I saw Aladdin I knew we were going to be fast friends. He has the brightest smile I have ever seen and just radiates positivity and enthusiasm. Though our yoga classes were taught at 7pm, a time when I am usually finishing dinner and winding down from my day, I always left class feeling a renewed sense of energy and vitality. He is one of those kinds of people that just lights up a room. 

He told me immediately upon meeting me that he was gay. Something he is very proud of and happy about. Of course he is compelled to keep this a secret. Though his father is aware of Aladdin's sexual orientation, he must hide this fact from his mother who he describes as "very religious". He also keeps his identity hidden from his colleagues and most of his friends -- except for, of course, "his queens" -- how he refers to his small circle of close friends who are also gay. 

For months he had been inviting me to hang out with them, but their gatherings were always so late at night that I often declined. During the end of the year I become swamped with work, moving and attending work functions that I had to stop our yoga lessons and bid Aladdin goodbye for the summer. To be honest I thought I wouldn't see him again.

When I returned to Riyadh, we started messaging each other back and forth and finally last weekend he invited me over to hang out with him and "his girls" for a casual night of socializing at his house. I happily accepted and made sure to take a ginseng pill at 8 pm to be able to stay up all night. Most Saudi's don't start to socialize until at least 10 pm and they usually stay up talking and eating and drinking and smoking until 4 am. 

The moment I arrived at Aladdin's house I knew I had stumbled upon something extraordinary. Here I was, in the private home of a young man who is compelled to conceal his identity. When I entered his lounge I was greeted by a group of 8 very young and good looking men. Too good looking. It was clear that these were Aladdin's so called "queens". 

The first thing I noticed was the shoes. They had the greatest shoes! I kept complimenting them on their stylish jeans, tops, rings, necklaces and bracelets. I felt like I had walked into a mens fashion magazine. These were obviously young men that took a great deal of pride in their appearances and were very up to date on current fashion trends and styles. As they got to know me and we engaged in casual smart talk, somehow the show Sex and the City came up and within seconds of uttering the name it was as if Sarah Jessica Parker herself walked into the room.

"Oh my god, oh my god, which one are you!? Who are you! I am totally Miranda, he is totally Samantha, Saad is totally Charlotte"

When I revealed that I would be Carrie, they looked at me with a disbelieving look. Clearly in Saudi gay boy land, Carrie is the less interesting of the Sex and the City girls. 

We continued the conversation by talking about our favorite moments from the show, we compared the show to the two films and laughed about our favorite scenes and cringed about the disappointing ones. The boys mentioned their favorite designers and celebrity crushes and I smiled and agreed and offered my own opinions and interests which they absorbed like sponges. 

At around 1 am, when the conversation had moved outdoors and we were really getting into our discussion about Sex and the City compared with Girls, I couldn't help but have an out-of-body moment of reflection. Here I was, a single white American woman, a person who is suppressed and told to cover herself and hide her sex, surrounded by Saudi males -- the pride of this traditional country - being oogled over like I was a shiny new toy or Prada handbag. These boys were so happy to have someone to talk to about celebrities and fashion and music and sex and styles. I was so touched by the way that they embraced me, but more than that I was touched by their courage. 

Saudi Arabia's justice system is based on Shari'ah laws. Unfortunately shari'ah law is difficult to interpret and enforce. It becomes especially difficult in Saudi Arabia considering how civilization has progressed and people's natures and behaviors and societal patterns change. 

Sex in general, whether hetero or homosexual is a taboo subject. Over the years I have often consulted my Saudi friends, both gay and straight, about various laws in Saudi Arabia. I always get different answers. According to the Hanabalite jurist, MarÊ¿Ä« ibn YÅ«suf al-KarmÄ« al-MaqdisÄ« sodomy is......
"treated like fornication, and must be punished in the same way. If muḥṣan [commonly translated as "adulterer" but technically meaning someone who has had legal intercourse, but who may or may not currently be married] and free [not a slave], one must be stoned to death, while a free bachelor must be whipped 100 lashes and banished for a year."
"Sodomy is proven either by the perpetrator confessing four times or by the testimony of four trustworthy Muslim men, who have been eyewitnesses to the act. If there are fewer than four witnesses, or if one of them is not upstanding, they are all to be chastised with 80 lashes for slander" (Wikipedia)

As I talked with my new friends, all of whom classified themselves as "happy gay men" - I couldn't help but find myself feeling sympathetic for them. When I asked one of them bluntly "so what is it like being a gay man in Saudi Arabia?" they said very casually, "We live a double life" he said. 

On the internet and in the safety of their private villas they can dress as they like, hook up with who they like and dance and play dress up like Beyonce as much as they like. But outside those high walls they must don their thobes (long white tunic) and shmaghs (red and white checkered scarves they wear over their heads) and take out their earrings and put on that stern expression mask of the typical strong Saudi male. They must hide their true nature from the world they call home. But interestingly, they didn't seem to upset about it. I would have thought they would have dreams of leaving Saudi Arabia or changing the laws, but rather I found most of them to be pretty satisfied with their lives as they are. "It is what it is" they said to me. "In another world, I wish I could be a girl" one of them said to me. I arched my eyebrows in disbelief -- a Saudi man wishing he was a woman? Seriously? How many times have I wished I could glue a beard onto my face and get behind the wheel of a car and just ride freely and without fear of judgement or criticism down Tahlia street (main thoroughfare in the capital). How I wish that I could stay out late with my friends and not have to wake up a sleepy driver asking to get taken home at 3 am. 

Saudi Arabia is an interesting place and one that will always be near and dear to my heart. Like any love, it can frustrate me and drive me crazy, but it will always be a special place in my life. Like the brave and loving desert queens that I was fortunate enough to socialize with for a night, I too feel hope for the future. While young man may not be able to strut down the streets of Riyadh in fishnet stockings and firetruck red nail polish any time soon, at least there are those who continue to dream of a different future -- glitter filled and all. 





Photo Credit: Leland Bobbe, Half Drag


Monday, October 13, 2014

I Need to Get Back Into Writing!!!


I have shamefully not updated this blog since last April when my mother came to visit me in Riyadh and it has been a whirlwind of a life since that time.

Now that I am a current graduate student at Columbia Teacher's College (in addition to maintaining my job at AIS-R) and training my students in the art of the "Daily Discipline of Writing" I feel like a hypocrite for not practicing what I preach. So I am determined to maintain my writing and keep this blog updated. It is hard work. After a long day of teaching and coaching the last thing I feel like doing is sitting down and writing a coherent and interesting blog entry, but now that I am into a good rhythm and routine at school I am going to devote at least one day a week (for now) to maintaining my writing during a prep period. I am going to strive to write more than once a week, but for now that is my basic goal. I put a great deal of pressure on myself to write eloquently and "properly" when I know that I have an audience (unlike my journal writing which is pure stream-of-consciousness rambling).

So for now, I devote this blog entry to playing "catch up" and chronicling my adventures since last April....briefly.



May/June 2014

The school year ended as most school years do - in a flurry of exams and grading and hastened good-byes and social gatherings. The most challenging part of the end of the year this year was the fact that we had to move school campuses and compounds. So in addition to concluding the year and sending our students off to summer break after torturing them with essays and final exams, we teachers had to pack up our classrooms, move boxes upon boxes upon boxes of books and tech equipment, desks, chairs, couches, filing cabinets, smart boards, white boards, artwork, trash and all the other major and minor bits and pieces that make up a school. It was exhausting. My legs and arms were covered in bruises and I was sore for days. But I would be lying if I said it didn't feel somewhat satisfying to be able to work and sweat alongside my colleagues to say goodbye to our old home and work together to get our new school ready. 


It broke my heart to say goodbye to Al Yamama compound - my home for the past 2 years as an adult, and four years as a child. I dreaded moving and actually waited until the very last minute possible (the day I flew out for summer) to actually move all of my major items and possessions there. I was fortunate to have the giant vehicle and patience of a good friend to help me. It was hard to say good-bye, but I told myself that a villa is merely a space to live and that while I hated the fact that my new compound, Al Bustan, took me away from the world I had grown so accustomed to, I was willing to be adaptable and make the new situation work for me. 


I flew out of Saudi Arabia on June 17th and arrived in Belgium to help my mother celebrate her retirement from over 30 years in education. The big and wonderful surprise was the fact that my sister also flew in unbeknownst to my mother and father. They were beyond thrilled and shocked. It was so wonderful and special having the four of us together. My good friends Liz and Matt Gardner came and visited us in Belgium for a few days and we all enjoyed celebrating Belgian victories during the World Cup! I love sharing my country with friends and spending time with loved ones.




End of an era -- Raiders Riyadh Softball Champions! 


So proud -- my first group of graduating seniors! 


Saying goodbye to the old AISR campus....


Good bye Al Yamama Pool -- oh so many an hour have I lounged by your side...


Last Al Yamama Pool bikini selfie


Good bye old villa -- oh so many wonderful memories (and parties!)


You will always be my home


Best porch and garden!


Gardners come to Belgium!


Simmy surprises the family! The time calls for 10 am breakfast wine


Love these two


Mama is retired!!!


World Cup Madness!!! Nothing like celebrating Belgian victory in Belgium!


Simmy's always good at making new friends...


Heaven. Pure heaven. 


Fries for lunch? YUP!


La Hulpe pop up stadium and bar for the World Cup!


"Quietly" cheering for Belgium in America.....bad call.....




July 2014


I start graduate school! 


I am enrolled in INSTEP, the Columbia University's Teacher's College Masters Program that is designed for in-service teachers. It is a perfect program for me because it is an intensive summer program that allows me to complete the majority of my course work over 3 summers with very little intrusion in my professional life (only 2 online courses are required). When I was initially researching Masters programs I was so dismayed by the fact that so many of them were "full time" and required teachers to essentially quit their jobs to get their Masters degrees. This seemed completely ludicrous to me. How is one expected to become a Master educator by removing oneself from the classroom? 


My three weeks spent at Columbia University were absolute heaven. I was in such ecstasy every single day. Yes our days were full. I was in lectures from 9-5 almost every single day and when not attending class I was in the library doing research, reading or writing. But I absolutely loved it. I loved being dedicated to nothing but my education for three short, but incredibly intense weeks. I made wonderful new friends, I was so inspired by my peers and professors and gained so much from the courses I took. While at graduate school I wrote every single day. I felt inspired and strove to explore intellectual issues and theories about education that I had never "had the time" to explore in previous years as an educator. My thoughts and ideas were frequently challenged by my professors and peers and I found myself growing more critical, discerning and inspired by the articles I was assigned to read and the daily discussions and dialogues I would get into with my peers. It was so refreshing to be surrounded by impassioned people. Kind, intelligent and creative minds that genuinely want to make a difference in schools. 


By the time the program ended I was already fantasizing about working in the New York Public School district and planning my doctoral dissertation....




My new home 


New school mascot 


Columbia University Library


Uptown 1 train on 116th street


Amazing teacher friends/peers by my favorite fountain (Bethesda angel in Central Park)


Staying serious during our workshop at the Met


I got to take classes at Julliard! Freaked out every single morning....


Ahh....graduate school bliss


Releasing our imaginations....


Reading workshop at the KGB bar on the lower east side...yes, I had to go to a communist bar for "class". 


July / August 2014


Finally my real summer begins! 


I spend the last few weeks of my summer doing nothing but spending precious time with my family and friends. Simmy came and visited me in NYC to help me move out of my dorm and the fun only increased from there! 


Oh....and after five long years of heartbreaks and disappointments and frustrations, I finally get to be with the love of my life!





Walks around NYC, of course we find a "Wellesley"


We cool....


Everything is more hilarious with this one


So pretty


I swear we're related....


Catching up with lovely old friends from college


Matt and my "first date"


Love him!


Can't stay serious for that long....


Breakfast at my favorite diner, The Chef's Hat, in Williamstown, MA
 
Loving nature


Playing around the frog pond


Piggy back rides at the farm


Sweatshirt swap and picking raspberries


Matt drove 4 hours to come say goodbye to me before my flight....


Last meal of the summer -- salmon bacon burger!!! Heaven


My two favorite women in the world.