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Aug. 23rd, 2007 09:43 am
Aug. 23rd, 2007
Aug. 23rd, 2007 02:29 pm
Best day so far!
There are days I don't like my job, but today wasn't one of them.
In my fourth period, we watched the 1994 film The Air Up There as part of my unit on The Heroic Journey. Specifically, we were looking at ways the film illustrates the three stages of a Rite of Passage: Separation, Initiation, and Return. Their assignment is to write an essay discussing the ways in which the film covered the material.
The class was really into the movie, and when it ended, they jumped whole-heartedly into a discussion and outlining their essays. The Principal came in to observe, and was very pleased with what she saw--both how the kids were taking part, and how I was moderating the discussion.
In particular, JD (not his real name) impressed me with his out-of-character volunteering of information, and the way in which he pulled a fairly subtle point out of the film and was very excited about it.
In other news, while packing things on Saturday I glimpsed my Senior Portrait in my yearbook from 1989. My gods, I've changed. I shouldn't look at that again; it's too much proof of age. I don't wanna be 37!
Oh well.
In my fourth period, we watched the 1994 film The Air Up There as part of my unit on The Heroic Journey. Specifically, we were looking at ways the film illustrates the three stages of a Rite of Passage: Separation, Initiation, and Return. Their assignment is to write an essay discussing the ways in which the film covered the material.
The class was really into the movie, and when it ended, they jumped whole-heartedly into a discussion and outlining their essays. The Principal came in to observe, and was very pleased with what she saw--both how the kids were taking part, and how I was moderating the discussion.
In particular, JD (not his real name) impressed me with his out-of-character volunteering of information, and the way in which he pulled a fairly subtle point out of the film and was very excited about it.
In other news, while packing things on Saturday I glimpsed my Senior Portrait in my yearbook from 1989. My gods, I've changed. I shouldn't look at that again; it's too much proof of age. I don't wanna be 37!
Oh well.