Haiku

As extra credit on the finals for Marine Science and AP Bio, I asked my students to write some haiku. Here are some favorites.

Dr. Reilly's beard
Sometimes longer than his hair
and that makes me laugh.

-SG

Nondisjunction.Wow.
That is a really big word.
Makes me feel smarter.

-SG

The final I took
In AP Biology
was quite difficult.

-SR

Phosphorylation,
I never understood you.
Someday, I hope to.

-KA

Nature
Green leaves make the trees bright.
Funny to think that green is
being rejected.

-MB

Mendel-wrinkled, smooth
peas made him Father of Genes.
Better than a priest.

-KK

Biology hurts
my brain- overflowing with
terms, details, and angst.

-KK

Green anemone
sand covered ball unfurls to
show its artful inside.

-CR

The vikings traveled,
Christopher Columbus, too.
I wish I knew more
of what I studied.

-LE


That about sums up the semester. More later...

Hooray! Crap!

Today I met with the head of the upper school where I've been subbing and tutoring. Apparently, he's been getting a lot of comments about me. I'm fairly used to this, but in this case he says the comments are brilliant. This part is new.

He says they really want to keep me on for next year.
He says they don't know if they'll have a position for me.
He says he'll try to work something out.

This is flattering, since I do like this school. The faculty is really enthusiastic and has a DIY approach to building the curriculum Right(tm) that I find attractive. However, as flattering as it is, I have the feeling that it's not going to convert itself into a job offer in time. Or worse, that it might turn into an offer after we've committed to moving back to CA. That would be amazingly frustrating.

However, for today I'm treating it as a vote of confidence. Secondary school teaching is not what my R1 research school trained me for, but apparently I'm good at it.

And that's just nice.

More poems!

Totally like whatever, you know?
Taylor Mali

In case you hadn't noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you're talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you're saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren't, like, questions? You know?


Declarative sentences -- so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don't think I'm uncool just because I've noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It's like what I've heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I'm just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?


What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally...
I mean absolutely... You know?
That we've just gotten to the point where it's just, like...
whatever!


And so actually our disarticulation... ness
is just a clever sort of... thing
to disguise the fact that we've become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since...
you know, a long, long time ago!


I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.

In November
by Lisel Mueller

Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.
This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.
Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.

Back in the saddle

Went for a ride today, a little hill work. It must have been a couple degrees below freezing. I feel better having been out.
Otherwise, things are going. Not much worth writing here, this is just a place holder- I'm not dead yet!