I like to use short video clips from you tube for discussion, and Robin William's brilliant acting as an English teacher at a private school is my choice for the first day. The first clip is "Carpe Diem - Cease The Day" (2:59). Our hallways at school hold graduation pictures from the class of 1964 onward which include some of the students' parents and grandparents. My graduation picture hangs there as well. We talk about the community of our school's past and present.
A second clip illustrates how students must use their imagination and creativity to become writers in spite of themselves. In "Writing With Imagination and Creativity" (2:46) Williams helps Todd to create a poem on the spot which is what I am about to ask my sophomores to do with "Where I'm From". Todd has not done the homework assignment because thinks he is not capable of writing a poem, yet Williams proves him wrong. I am hoping my new students will "get" the message presented that all students can write if they believe in themselves.
Why do we read and write poetry? (1:31) Both Robin's performance in Dead Poet's Society and the popular i-pad commercial (1:30) take my breath away every time I watch them. Poetry has gotten a bad rep with many of the students and I intend to instill my passion for it during this year. Students have already heard, "You'll do a lot of writing in English 10" and these clips validate that in the first fifteen minutes. The popular i-Pad commercial uses the majesty of nature and life to illustrate Robin William's rendering of the poem. Throughout the year students will ask themselves what their contributions will be during our journey. I want them to realize that poetry is not just something that dead white men have written, but embrace both modern poetry and learn to love writing it themselves.
Next, I give them an example of "Where I'm From", written by Kentucky's Poet Laureate George Ella Lyon and published on her website. Immediately, there are the anticipated high school student responses. The writers in the class are excited. Students who have had older siblings in my class know this is going to be expected because their older brothers and sisters have come home with this first day assignment. Some students are convinced that they can never write poetry and don't want to share information about themselves with the other students in the class. I ask them to please give poetry a chance and share with them my own "Where I'm From" poem.
Where I’m From (outline)
by George Ella Lyon
I am from (specific ordinary item)
from (product name)
I am from the (home description)
(adjective, adjective, sensory detail)
I am from the (plant, flower, tree, natural item)
(description of the natural item).
I'm from (family tradition) and
from (name of family member)
and (another name of family member)
I'm from the (description of family tendency)
and (another description of family tendency)
from (quote of something you were told as a child)
and (quote of something else you were told as a child).
I'm from (representation of religion or lack of it, optional line)
(further description or optional)
I'm from (place of birth and family ancestry)
(two food items representing your family)
From the (specific family story about a specific person and a detail)
The (another detail of another family member).
Location of family pictures, mementos, memories,
and several more lines indicating their worth.
Conclusion of poem.
Where I’m From
by Writer’s Corner
I am from books,
From Quaker Oats and Bunny Bread,
I am from the rocking chair on the front porch,
White and tall, squeaking as it slowly rocks.
I am from the maple tree,
The peonies on the hill,
Whose bright colors in spring and fall,
Ignite the southern Indiana countryside.
I’m from fishing and brown hair,
From Glenn E. and Catherine.
I’m from the “hurry up and get it done,”
And the “you’ll be late to your own funeral.”
I’m from, “you can do anything you set your mind to do.”
And, “Ask not what your country can do for you,
But what you can do for your country.”
I’m from conservative Methodists,
Who attended church every Sunday.
From Bible School and Bible Study,
And singing in the church choir.
I’m from Terre Haute, Indiana and Bennett’s Knoll,
New York newpapers and Rockville grandparents,
Mama’s hamburgers and sweet potatoes,
From the math teacher my mother decided
She would be in grade three,
To my librarian daddy who quoted poetry
All his life.
At my grandmother’s house was a baby grand piano,
I spent summer days trying to learn to play.
And summer afternoons making pie dough
With granny, though I never got her magic touch,
I am from all the moments of the past,
Carrying them with me into the future,
And carving my own niche in memory.
I ask for a couple of volunteers from each class period to type the highlighted yellow lines from the individual poems into the group poem. Later in the week, they all receive a copy of the group poem and all group poems are posted on a classroom wall where they remain all year. Thus, my community building has moved from individual poems to a collective poem written by all class members. The students are excited about their poems and the writers community is starting to take shape.
We Are From
We are from the hunting rifle, from bobby pins and make-up,
From Captain Crunch and Lipton tea,
We are from the brick home, the shaded back yard,
We are from the creek that runs through our field,
We are from soft blankets and fuzzy chairs, bright and colorful, that tip when two people sit,
We are from fresh cut grass, the Hickory tree, Walnut tree and Lilac bushes.
We are from fishing and reading, swimming and cheerleading,
Deer hunting and watching football together,
We are from silly arguments and going to church,
From sleeping in and making plans last minute.
We are from “Shut up” and “Bring me a beer.”
From “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” and “Setting down gets nothing done.”
From “Sharper than a tack” and “Slower than pond water.”
From “Be yourself” and “Great minds think alike.”
We are from mud and tires,
From mom’s tacos and granny’s lemon bars,
From fried chicken and tators,
From cornbread and beans,
From barbecued chicken and hamburger steaks.
From the four-wheeler my Uncle Shawn flipped,
The finger my grandpa smashed in the Navy,
From the Old Salt, ships, and tying knots,
The sermons preached and homemade turtle soup.
We’re from the cedar chest in my grandparent’s house
Packed with pictures of old family and baby pictures stowed away for good
An old cardboard box that hardly fits in the drawer,
Pictures I know and ones I don’t,
Family and friends, places we went,
Enough room for a couple more.
At my granny’s are stories I wrote,
Creative and spelled wrong,
Pictures spill from containers,
With all my memories.
With all my memories.
In addition to the poetry writing, the class also writes the first of many quickwrites to improve their writing fluency. Like many of you, my state requires a fifty-five minute timed essay as one part of the graduation test which they take as sophomores. At the beginning of the year, many of the students need to greatly increase their writing fluency to be able to complete this task in May. One of my favorite first day topics is, "Explain three reasons why I should be impressed by you." I will get serious nerdy responses and flippant funny statements, but they are all expressing and communicating and letting their individual voices be heard.
On the first day of class, I give them a list of writing topics that they may choose to use when we do fifteen minute quickwrites in class. The topics are part of the "Writing Fluency: Fifteen Minute Quickwrites" unit that is the most popular seller in my store. As weeks pass, I increase the Quickwrites to 20 minutes, then 25, then 30.
In December, when they take the first semester final one day is dedicated to the 55 minute essay which indicates to me who will be able to pass the test in May and who still needs to work on writing fluency. Second semester begins with the 30 minute timed writing and continues to the 55 minute essays that compare and contrast to hone their best writing skills.
I learn more about the students through quickwrites than I ever would in class because they write about what is really bothering them. They also share what is making them happy, although this month's boyfriend/girlfriend may be the subject of next month's broken heart poems. I write smiley faces or frowney faces in the margin, let them know that I love Taylor Swift's latest song as much as they do, suggest a restaurant in the area I've tried that specializes in food they express an interest in. It's really a tough call for me to judge whether I bond with them more over quickwrites or poems.
As I read through the quickwrites after the first day has ended, I take time to write, "We're going to have a great year" on each student's paper which plants the seed that failure in English 10 is not an option and they will write that 55 minute essay to earn the right to a diploma in two years. Believe they can, and they will.