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The
Flag
“I get to call her!” My voice shouted as I scrambled to the
phone. “Hi, Grandmother, Get Out Your Flag!!!” Every summer we
took turns spending two weeks in Oakland with my Grandmother. Never
granny or gram, we were allowed to speak only proper English in her
presence. Somewhere in her life she chose to be called Elizabeth instead
of her given first name, Mary, “Because there were more queens in
England with the name Elizabeth.” Visiting Grandmother would be extra
special this particular year because I would get to fly from Chico to
San Francisco all by myself. Last year’s visit, when I was nine, I had
to ride the Greyhound bus and it took about a hundred hours to get to
there.
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Every Day You Get To Be Happy
Greek literature defines a hero as a demi-god, the offspring of a human and a god. Perseus slew Medusa. Theseus battled and defeated the Minotaur. Prometheus stole fire for the world. Famous heroes triumph over evil, save humanity, and utilize extraordinary strength and courage. A hero is a guardian of humanity who puts aside his own safety and exercises bravery uncommon to mere mortals. Batman and Robin were protectors of the weak and defenders of all that is good in Gotham City. Underdog, Superman and Spiderman were some of the heroes we grew up with. They were faster than speeding bullets, more powerful than a locomotive and, of course, were always there when you were in a pinch. Heroes are not afraid to slay dragons and villains of any shape, size or origin. |
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Dealing with the Paradigm of Drug Education I hate drugs. I
believe that alcohol, marijuana, meth, all mind-altering drugs will
poison families and ultimately destroy one’s soul. Drugs are destroying
the fabric of our society. Thirty years ago I lived by the assumption that all parents wanted what was best for their children. I was raised with skeletons in my family’s closet so I was not under the assumption that families all worked smoothly. However, I did think that a mother and father would put her child’s welfare in highest priority. Lightning and storm clouds soon chased away my clear vision of what families were and how I was supposed to relate to them. |
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Sewing with Grandmother
I am usually afraid. I can’t think of many times in my life when
I was not afraid. Be strong, never cry, show no weakness were the
teachings of my family. “You are smart enough o do anything you want in
life.” were words that were spoken often by my mother. I don’t know when
I decided that it was okay to be like my mom. I don’t have all of my
mother’s qualities because I am afraid often.
My mom loved to cook, still does. She
was a better cook before the invent of no-fat foods and the watching of
cholesterol. The house was clean, we were taught to think, question and
use our brains. Mom never worked in the yard and she never sewed, but
she could knit. The thing is that mom is amazing in a lot of ways.
Always together, always strong and never afraid of a challenge. |
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This is a paper in response to:
Learning to Teach
Writing: Practicing Research for Researching Practice
Response to Literature
This said, Professor Stock’s first year experiences were not unlike my own. She had only 180 hours of student teaching in comparison to my 170 days. I still felt ill prepared for the challenges of working with a diverse group of 35 fourth graders. She was placed in a classroom where the teacher had resigned, I was also in a class in which the teacher transferred so he could avoid them. Professor Stock told a story of her awakening in the art of teaching and communicating. She gave an account of learning to learn from her student as a beginning to her career long quest of educational inquiry of refining the art of teaching. |
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Family Story to Pass On Our babies were
little. Marcus was only three, Cody and Kyle were one. It was the fourth
of July and our family was meeting for their annual family vacation at
Lake Almanor. Mom and dad had a “cabin” on the lake and we all converged
with our growing families to spend the week together. The “cabin” had
only two bedrooms, this year one for my family and one for my brother’s
family. My sister, Karen, was bringing her boyfriend, Jeff (currently
husband of twenty years). My parents stayed in the converted garage
apartment where they could have quiet and escape our late night games. |
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