Read. Teach. Travel.

I haven't posted in a while, so I figure I'm due for an update. Since this blog in entitled with my three predominant passions, this post will offer a bit of info on each.

Read.
The truth is I haven't really read anything since I finished my re-read of the last three Harry Potter books in October. I honestly haven't had the time or inclination to pick up something new lately. I'm chipping away at my writing sample for grad school and it's been a much more arduous process than I'd expected. Instead, I find myself slipping into the comfort of series I've read before and waiting for their movie adaptations. So instead of an update on what I've read, I'll offer this. Click it. It's a link to the newest installment of Movies in 15 minutes and gives a snarky take on Breaking Dawn: Part 1. If you haven't read them yet, it may be worth your time to first check out the recaps of Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse.

Teach.
In the middle of October I interviewed for two different charter school teaching jobs. One of them informed me in less than two hours that I would not advance in the hiring process - a record for rejection, I think. The other waited two agonizing weeks and then bowled me over in shock when they called to offer me the job. Needless to say, I'm thrilled.

The job itself is a balance of benefits and disadvantages. It's far from home, but the hours are great. It's not classroom teaching, but the pay is exceptional. It's different from other jobs I've had, but this year that may be exactly what I need. I think if a person has never worked in a temporary job situation like substituting, then she can't truly appreciate the luxury of going to the same place every day, knowing the names of coworkers, knowing where the bathrooms and supply closet and microwave are. This job means I don't have to return to a school that rejected me. It means that I feel appreciated and good at what I do again. That, right now, is worth far more than the inconvenience of a long commute.

Travel.
I did take a short trip out to Arizona to see my best friend in November, so I guess that counts as travel. There are a few possibilities on the horizon for the first half of 2012, too, but I'm waiting on some details before I announce any travel. Right now my focus is on earning and saving money so that travel is even an option in the year to come... well, travel and expatriation.

Something to think about.

1000 Places to See Before You Die

     Let me just start by saying that the title of this book by Patricia Schultz is a lie. There are actually 1040 places mentioned. And as I understand it she's revised the book since I bought my copy and it now has 200 more destinations in it. Scary.
     I pulled this book out today just to see how many locations would be within plausible travel distance from London. I ran out of post-it tags. I don't know if this is really exciting or really daunting yet.
    For now, I'll include the places on the list that I've been already. :)

Europe

England

1.          London

France

2.      Biarritz

3.      Paris

4.      Cathedrale Notre Dame de Chartres

5.      Chateau de Versailles

6.      Loire Valley and Domaine des Hauts de Loire

Italy

7.      Capri

8.      Pompeii

9.      The Amalfi Coast

10.      The Best of Sorrento

11.      Rome

12.      Sistine Chapel

13.      Cinqueterre

14.      Portofino

15.      Florence

16.      The Uffizi Galleries

17.      Villa San Michele and Villa La Massa

18.      Montalcino

19.      Pienza

20.      Chianti and San Gimignano

21.      Piazza del Campo and the Palio

22.      Basilica of San Francesco

23.      Venice

Spain

24.      San Sebastian

25.      The Caves of Altamira and Santillana del Mar

26.      Avila

27.      Salamanca's Plaza Mayor (every day in the summer of 2005)

28.      La Catedral de Toledo

29.      La Sagrada Familia

30.      Museu Picasso

31.      The Way of St. James and the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela (not totally sure but I think I've been to the last Cathedral)

32.      Madrid

Africa

(nothing)

The Middle East

(nope)

Asia

(nada... what's an Asian word for nada?)

Australia, New Zealand and the Pacific Islands

33.      Sydney Opera House and the Harbor

34.      The Great Barrier Reef and the Coral Sea

The United States of America and Canada

Alaska

35.      Mount McKinley and Denali National Park 

Arizona

36.      The Grand Canyon

California

37.      The Golden Door (my mom worked there - does that count?)

38.      Hollywood

39.      Monterey Peninsula

40.      The Pacific Coast Highway

41.      Hotel del Coronado

42.      A Tour of San Francisco's Cable Cars

Hawaii

43.      Kauai

44.      Oahu

Massachusetts

45.      The Freedom Trail

46.      Legal Sea Foods (lots of other seafood in Boston...)

Nevada

47.      Bellagio

48.      The Las Vegas Strip

New York

49.      New York City

50.      Historic Downtown New York

51.      Museum Mile

North Carolina

52.      Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Oregon

53.      The Oregon Coast

Virginia

54.      Monticello

Washington, D.C.

55.      The National Mall and Its Monuments

56.      The Smithsonian and Beyond

Canada

Been to Canada, just no where from the list... :(

Latin America

Mexico

NOTHING - even though the entrance to Mexico is an hour from here. Really should fix this...

Costa Rica

57.      Manuel Antonio National Park

58.      Chachagua Rain Forest Hotel (stayed in a Rain Forest hotel, just not this one)

Argentina

59.      Alvear Palace and Recoleta Cemetery (almost. Been to Recoleta - just not the cemetary)

60.      Las Tanguerias de Buenos Aires

(Spent most of my time in Argentina on a work site in the middle of nowhere, after all. And after Argentina, I've got .... NOTHING from the other FOURTEEN countries in this region.)

The Caribbean, Bahamas and Bermuda

 I got... nothing.

60/1040 = just over 5%. Sad.

Times Tables

I've got London on the brain in a major way. This whole idea of moving abroad, just like before, is intoxicating to me. It makes me feel adventurous and glamorous and smart. And honestly, it gives me an option that feels like it might well fit right now. 


I've posted before about the difference between what a girl expects her life to look like at a certain age and what it actually ends up looking like. I, for example, had hoped Joe and I would be engaged by our two-year anniversary, married by three years, and having a baby when we're both 30, four years into our relationship. In my head that was the natural progression of things, not because we are ready to get married (we're not) or because we actually want a baby that soon (I'm not sure we do), but because that's just how things go. My parents did it that way (or at least similar to that way). But honestly, neither of us is ready to be in the place I thought we'd be right now. My more recent revelation is that that's okay with me.


Lately I've started to feel pressure due to my prescribed time table that is entirely self-inflicted. I've been anxious because there are so many things I still want to do with Joe before we have children, but I read articles about getting pregnant after the age of 30 and they completely panic me. A few months ago I was talking to two of my girlfriends, one married, one not. The other non-married person and I were talking about how long we want to be with our boyfriends until we want to get married and we were both somewhat taken aback when the married friend asked, "But why are you counting?" We were both stunned. What did she mean? She explained that she didn't understand the tradition of celebrating month and year anniversaries before marriage or tying certain events or stages in the relationship to a number of months or years. It made sense. If I didn't think that Joe and I *should* be ready for marriage at two years, would I actually think we are ready? No. So what the hell am I doing to myself?

I still want to see so much of the world. I still want to do something adventurous. I'm such a worry-wort, scaredy-cat, planner-organizer that I don't really give myself the opportunity to be spontaneous. London is one of the most expensive cities in the world to live in. Literally. That scares me. And it's probably not the most responsible thing to do in these tough economic times. Neither, honestly, is going back to school and incurring school-loan debt. But there are things in life that are more valuable than money. I have to decide if I'm going to live up to the subtitle of this blog or not.

Subtitle

Several people have asked me since I started this blog where the quote at the top came from. I finally found it again. It was a line in an article by Martha Beck in O Magazine that I used on my vision board in 2009. Here's a link to the whole article for those who want to read it: Stop Regretting Decisions by Martha Beck.

Plan B

Okay, so the teaching position thing hasn't worked out for this year. Now what?

One thing I know about myself fairly well at this point is that I do not stagnate well. I tend to freak out in the middle of the night and make really big decisions without totally thinking them through. I applied for my study abroad in Spain this way. I applied for my Habitat for Humanity trip to Argentina that way. I applied to teach in England this way. (Notice a pattern?)

And so, the evolution of my fall has gone something like this:

- mid August: finish Elite

- one week of panic

- two weeks of work in a job I didn't get

- One or two days of panic and sad faces

- Sign up for the GRE and decide to apply to graduate school. In Boston. Or Chicago. Or London!

And so goes the story of my life. My primary focus is, and has always been, on setting up a relatively safe, small life. I want to find a teaching job at a suburban high school and stay there long enough to see my own students return as teachers. If and when I tire of the adolescent environment, I want to get a PhD and teach English at the university level. I want to have children and give them the opportunity to have childhoods similar to my own: K-12 in the same schools, with the same friends and a stable home life.

The problem is that my simple, safe, conservative life plan keeps getting thrown off course. And when it does I feel like I need to do something decidedly different, exciting, adventurous, and even risky. Like move across the country. Or to a different country.

I've been researching options for about a month now and the schools I've settled on range from the very safe (UCI summer program - wouldn't have to move or give up working) to the very adventurous (London for a whole year). So now, I work on applications and writing sample and dream of the options (3 summer sessions in NY at Columbia University! Taking weekend trips with Joe from London! Moving to OC and actually just having the boring life I wanted in the first place!)

There's a lot to consider, of course. Money and time and delays to other plans (marriage, kids). But there's also the consideration that if I don't do something adventurous now, while these options are here in front of me, I'll probably never do it. There's so much of the world I want to see and so many things I'd like to experience before I have kids. And if I have an opportunity to do it now, with Joe and while I'm still pursuing one of my other goals anyway, shouldn't I go for it? Even with costs and time considered, I doubt we'll look back in 25 years and think, "Wow, I wish we had had a baby a year earlier instead of going to (insert name of interesting city here) for a year..."

The thing is, grad school is still Plan B. While these daydreams completely exhilarate me and I feel adventurous just imagining them, if I were offered a full-time teaching position I would take it in a heart beat. Teaching is Plan A. My adventurousness is, as always, contingent on feeling like the safe option just isn't available to me at the moment.

Let's do this again...

One more time.

Dear Universe,

It's not that I'm either devastated or shocked that I was not hired for the position I fulfilled these last few weeks. I was brought on as a substitute and was not entirely qualified for all parts of the position. I knew and accepted those conditions. It's not that I won't get over the sudden ache I feel because I had already started to fall for this batch of students, particularly the seniors, and already feel a tug when I think that I won't have a chance to say goodbye to them or see them develop this year. The position itself wasn't perfect or ideal.

I understand all of that.

I understand, too, that there is something better out there for me. Every inspirational quotation, encouragement card, and facebook response I've read has reminded me that you, Universe, must have a plan for me that I am unaware of. But I'm supposed to trust it. And Universe, I am really trying here.

I've applied and applied. I've waited and waited and waited. I've spent hours in the middle of countless nights panicking over the sizable dent my new car made in my savings account. I've woken up in a state of utter panic, wondering if I was wrong to turn down interviews for jobs that were not right for me. Jobs in cities I don't want to live in, teaching grade levels or in environments I am uncomfortable with. Maybe I was being arrogant or pretentious. Maybe this is what I get for thinking I was secure enough to pass up any opportunity for work. I don't know.

But you and me, Universe, we're supposed to be on the same side. I've had the same vision for my life since I was a very small child and I've worked toward making it a reality since I was about 11. I made choices based on these long term goals. Given, I no longer imagine wearing a pink tulle wedding gown, but much of the other stuff has kept. I've put in the time and work and sweat and tears and I'm waiting now, waiting for you to help me out. What's it going to take?

First Day Eve

Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new school year at a new school and I am feeling... anxious. I do not have a contract for this position and, like last year, was asked to begin the year as a substitute while the administration figures out interviews and HR stuff. Of course, I'm happy to help. (It's funny to me how appreciative some people act because I was "willing to help out." What choice do I really have? I don't have a job and I've applied for this one. Even if they're not going to hire me and they're just using me for cheap labor, I have a car payment and rent and a credit card bill - how could I realistically say "no" to "helping out"???)

There are two positions available at this particular school and I could be assigned to either of them or neither of them by Friday afternoon. As I mentioned in my previous post, teachers are planners by nature so it's unsettling for me to start a year this way. I've written a syllabus and made seating charts. I've ordered and collected books from the library and put them away in the classroom. I've planned lessons for the first days. But I don't know if I'm staying, so I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to do beyond that. I don't want to get too attached in case I don't get the position because I'm already vulnerable right now. I don't know if I can handle that kind of effort leading to another disappointment. I don't want to clean the room completely because if I get the other of the two positions, I'll be moving rooms, changing preps, and meeting entirely different kids in a week. Everything is just so up in the air.

Overall I'm just not as excited about the first day of school as I wish I were. I love teaching. I love the beginning of a new year when everyone is fresh and excited and has high hopes and expectations for the coming 9 months. Right now that feeling of joy is eluding me.

Maybe it's because for the third time in four years, my previous school overlooked my service and effort and enthusiasm and chose to hire someone with less experience who, for whatever reason, they liked better.

Maybe it's because I spent the last four months applying for positions that would allow Plans and I to live in the same city for the first time in the two years we've been together. We are currently living 2 hours apart and only seeing each other on weekends. I had hoped that if I could secure a contract in the in-between county, we could actually take a step forward in our relationship. My decisions are made in year-long phases, so if I don't have a job closer to Plans, that means the opportunity to be together is delayed until at least next summer. In itself, the daydreams and resulting disappointment about that situation is enough to sap some of the joy from this job.

Maybe it's because the position I'm teaching right now includes a class that makes me feel like a new teacher all over again. It's a brand new prep in an area that I don't feel my skills are as developed as they should be. I'm worried I won't do well. I'm worried I'll fail the students or they'll try to overpower me when they sense my weakness. The other position that is available at the same school includes two classes I have taught before and both are in an area I feel much better about.

Maybe I'm over-thinking the whole thing. Maybe the universe is telling me that this isn't the right time to move, or maybe it's challenging me (again) to step out of my comfort zone as a teacher. I don't know. Right now I feel like crying. I feel out of control over what happens to me and that makes me so uneasy, I want to pout and be childish and just crawl into my bed and not come out until a job I really want is available. Maybe when I see the kids tomorrow, I'll feel better about the whole thing. That often happens to me.

Tomorrow is another day. Let me take a deep breath and hope it is also a better one.

On waiting...

It comes as a shock to many people who are not part of the teaching profession that those of us who are new (basically anything under 10 years) spend about half of our year waiting, hoping, stressing, and basically putting everything else on hold while we try to figure out if we have a job for the next school year. The wait officially begins on March 14, the Ides of March, when administrators must hand down their decrees and inform teachers whether or not their contracts will be renewed. Theoretically a teacher who has tenure should have nothing much to worry about, but in recent years even that hasn't been a sure thing. Teachers like me know what's coming and, if we've been through it before, don't even pretend to think anything else should be expected.

I have had two full-time contracts in the last 4 years of teaching. Each one had a plainly written beginning and ending date when I was expected to serve my school to the best of my ability and then leave as if nothing had happened. The first year I was shocked and devastated by how coldly and curtly I was dismissed after my year of service. I felt betrayed. The second time I was expecting it. It still hurt, but I was more prepared. It's kind of like being a trained fighter - the first time you're punched in the face, it's shocking; but the second time you brace for the impact and so it doesn't sting quite as badly.

After four years I have developed a thick skin made of justifications for the system. I can be logical and rational and understand that my district and school and principal have to make difficult decisions and that none of it is really personal. I can explain to people outside of the education profession that my job performance, rapport with students, enthusiasm, and know-how are actually not at all related to whether or not I will receive a pink slip. Logically, rationally, I understand all of this. I can take a deep breath, swallow the disappointment, and try to plan my next move.

But therein lies the true problem.

Teachers, as a species, are planners. It's part of the nature of the job. It's part of why we get hired - we're organized, we have contingency plans for when the technology doesn't work, or the copies are eaten by the copy machine 3.5 minutes before class, or when there's a fight at lunch and it's nearly impossible to catch and maintain the attention of 36 fourteen-year-olds during 5th period. We know how to get through. We know how to be flexible and make the lesson happen against all odds. We plan ahead.

Job searching means that there is no plan.

In June, as the school year was wrapping up and many of my colleagues began asking what I would be doing in the fall, I was able to shrug my shoulders and politely but honestly say that I have no earthly idea. I was also able to keep my breath steady and my heart rate normal while saying this because I still had a plan. It was a minor plan, but a plan nonetheless: I had 8 weeks of PSAT Book Camp to look forward to (and the paycheck that goes with it). Until the middle of August, I was set. But the plan goes no further.

It is now the middle of August. I have two days left of teaching for the PSAT program. I have applications out for a variety of positions in three different counties, many of which would require moving. I have applied for part-time, full-time, middle school, high school, weekend SAT prep, online home school, and a few other options I can't even remember. I have sent resumes and tailored letters to principals and directors. I have interviewed. I have waited. I have woken up in the middle of the night and worried, then woke up in the morning and searched for yet more positions. But still, there is no word. I don't know what I'm doing this year. My current job will be done in 2 days and I have no idea where my next paycheck will come from. I am a teacher and I have no idea where or who I will be teaching, if at all.

Since my boyfriend and I have been together going on two years, I often am asked when we plan to move in together, get married, or start a family. I don't know. Without the security of a job, without even a county to settle down in, it's hard to move forward. I finally gave up waiting and bought a car in June but now I see it and think, Oh my God, how am I going to make these payments? Forget an apartment or a husband or a life. How can I move forward with any of it when some of the basics (a place to live, a job to pay the bills) are so unsettled?

There are many stresses that come with being a teacher. I worry about my students, my lesson plans, the grading that piles up on my desk, the opinions of my administrators, and the correspondence with parents. But that's a stress I love. When I leave work at the end of a long, tough day, I know that I've done my best to guide teenagers and help them become the people they will be. That stress means I care about what I do.

The stress from March to September? I could do without it.

Teenagers Say The Darndest Things

Just two new additions to this recurring post, both from one class and about 1 week apart:

Just as I had finally silenced the entire room and gotten everyone working on their state tests, one student asks aloud in (literally) the middle of the room: "What's compassion?" Now, I know you're hearing a sweet, young voice. You're picturing the wide eyes of an innocent youth asking a profound question. Stop it. No, the reality of this was a sometimes-arrogant 15-year-old boy, interrupting EVERYONE around him, and asking me to define a word he didn't understand without even TRYING to figure it out for himself. He asked it less like "What is the meaning of life?" and more like "Ew, why would you eat vegetables when you can have pizza?"

Calmly, I responded that I am not allowed to define words during standardized testing, so he should try to figure it out based on the context. Pause, pause. Same student: "Where's the context?" Me, with lost patience: weeeeeeping

******

On another day in the same class I was making the rounds to check on individual students and make sure they were all on task/ knew how to handle the assignment. One student, a tall, fun-loving and charming baseball player, stops me.

Student: Ms. Cocita, have you noticed that we have the same nose?

Me: (taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered) No Student, I hadn't, but I guess you're right.

Student: I think you're my mom.

Me: (smirk, pause) Student, I can assure you that I am not your mom.

Student: Are you sure??

Me: Yes, Student, I would've had to have been about 12 to be your mom.

Student: (thoughtful pause...) Nope. I think you're my mom.

Me: Okay. I'm gonna walk away now and pretend this didn't happen, okay?

Student: (joyfully, as if nothing weird at all has happened) Okay. :)

The Global Achievement Gap

On the last day of our Boston trip I had the opportunity to meet with Tony Wagner, author of the education book I mentioned in the “Discrepencies” post. As I said then, I had emailed Mr. Wagner and was surprised to receive a quick response from him. I emailed again when I finished the book and asked if he had any lectures or anything going on that I could attend while in Boston; he suggested lunch.

The book itself outlines the plethora of changes that really must take place in American education. Our current system of disconnected classes, multiple-choice tests, teacher tenure, and memorization-based expectations are part of an assembly-line society that barely exists in this country anymore. We produce students the way we produce cars. It doesn’t and can’t continue to work. Already my students are refusing the model. They know that in the Age of Google, memorization of certain facts, names, and dates is no longer as necessary as it was when people didn’t have access to libraries or encyclopedias. My kids need to learn to think on their feet, ask questions, figure out problems, be self-reliant, be curious, work together – and I need to learn how to teach those skills. Mr. Wagner’s book details each of these issues – what we’re teaching, how we’re testing it, how we teach teachers, how we monitor teachers, how we teach administrators, and the new ways that this generation feels about their old-system education. It is definitely an intriguing read for anyone in an education profession or with student-aged children (especially 10 and up).

The night before the meeting I was nervous. The morning of the meeting I was nervous. I couldn’t quite pin down my anxiety – he is an educator, an author, and someone whose ideas I admire and would like to learn from, but he isn’t scary. Or at least his literary voice isn’t intimidating. I know myself too well. I know that I talk too much. I don’t know how to listen. I get nervous and forget to ask questions, or don’t know which questions to ask, I trip over my words sometimes and feel silly. I have this strange imbalance of confidence and anxiety when it comes to speaking with people I consider my superiors. Tony Wagner is a published author, he taught at Harvard, he worked for the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation – he is definitely someone I consider my superior.

But here’s the problem with the way I was raised: I have no idea when I’m supposed to shut up. I believe, because my parents instilled it in me, that my opinions matter. I believe I have a right to express myself. Some people disagree. In the hierarchical society of education, a lot of people disagree. I’m supposed to go to meetings but not say anything. I’m supposed to listen only, even if I have another idea, even if I have a question, even if I have proof that what the other person is saying is completely incorrect. I can’t operate that way. Even when I go into a situation telling myself that I will not, under any circumstances, speak out to anyone, I always do. Maybe it’s my tragic flaw.

So I went to my meeting nervous that I would seen pretentious rather than articulate. Who am I to be questioning this man? What do my questions really matter? Countless teachers have been through what I’ve been through, so who am I to think I could do it differently?

What I forgot is that Tony Wagner, at his roots, is a teacher like me. Teachers are like soldiers in a way – we’ve been through the same battles, we have the same scars, we have the same kinds of victories. We understand each other. There may as well be a secret handshake we do when we meet, because once we sat down to lunch I kind of forgot that I was sitting with this amazing author and educational standard. It felt like catching up with a friend.

Over the course of our lunch I shared some of the ways I’m trying to establish a culture of rigor and thought-provoking assignments in my twelfth grade class. I shared the struggle I’m having to do the same with my ninth grade classes based on class size, lack of student motivation to read, district-imposed curriculum, tests, and writing methods. He shared some things he did as an English teacher and offered a few suggestions. Mostly he commiserated with me.

During coffee, he told me he enjoyed my company and wanted to keep in touch. He suggested that I write a book, or at least pursue writing for a teaching magazine like Education Weekly. He said he was captivated by the way I tell stories. That I am speak simply and directly and articulately. Of course that was the moment I fell over myself trying to figure out a response. How does a person respond to a compliment like that? He asked if I ever wrote. I said of course but that I don’t consider myself a writer. He offered to help me make connections with professors in the Boston University Literature MA program.

Overall I’m still stunned that this lunch even happened. I read a book. I enjoyed it. I’m naïve enough to think an author cares what I thought. I happened to be going to Boston already. (Talk about an opportunity a la The Outliers…)

Boston

I’ve wanted to see Boston for a long time. I thought the interest showed up after I graduated from LMU, but seeing as my Eyewitness Top Ten travel book is copyrighted for 2003, I guess I’ve been thinking about this trip for longer than that. I considered applying to Boston College and Boston University for graduate school, but chose not to because I wanted to student teach near my home town and be with my family.

When Joe and I started investigating trip itineraries for my spring break, they all

included a transatlantic flight and some very rushed visit to as many European cities or countries as we could jam into a 9-day period. I would leave from school, take a red-eye, and wake up someplace I’d never been. Joe would see Europe. We’d sprint through the cathedrals and museums and restaurants of a given city and then arrive home again, exhausted. But every itinerary I tried – Italy, Great Britain, Germany, Croatia, Scandinavia – just felt too short and too cursory. We’re not back-packing college students anymore. We don’t want just the tid-bits. We considered Vancouver. We considered Costa Rica. We kept coming up with something that just didn’t fit our ideal.

The decision maker was simple – I realized that I had a roundtrip ticket for a domestic airline that would expire in May. We had to use it and it had to be within the US. That’s it. Boston it is.

Neither Joe or I had ever been to this colonial history haven, but I had always had a desire to BE in Boston and once Joe realized how close we would be to Walden Pond, historical thinking spot for his literary idol Thoreau, he was completely on board.

Even more quickly than I had expected, I fell in love with this city. It’s big and cultural and historic and interesting. But it’s also manageable and clean and friendly. It feels markedly different from home in San Diego, but isn’t overwhelming like New York. There are a variety of neighborhoods, but the more we explored the different areas the easier it seemed to get from one area to another. Boston looks and feels like a big city, but the longer we were there the smaller it felt. It seems perfect.

We arrived on a slushy-rainy night but I didn’t care. I was enchanted. Our hotel, the Omni Parker House, originated the phrase “catch of the day,” developed the original Boston Cream Pie and Parker House Rolls, was the meeting place of The Saturday Club, and is the oldest continually working hotel in the United States. Plus it was beautiful! We had a view of King’s Chapel and the Old City Hall. In the distance we could see the new bridge. Just outside the entrance we could see the famous church where revolutionaries hung lanterns to warn that the British were coming – “One if by land, two if by sea.” This was enough to captivate me, but of course there was more.

Our first full day, a Saturday, we bought plums and blueberries at Fanueil Hall marketplace then took a train out to Concord and walked to Walden Pond. Joe was in heaven. We didn’t even care when it started to rain – the drops sounded so cool on the leaves around us and it felt like we had the whole area to ourselves.

On our second full day we took a bike tour with Urban Adventours. (If anyone reading this is ever going to Boston, I recommend this tour option.) Instead of walking a small part of the city or taking a bus, which can feel disengaged and unimaginative, we were able to cover the majority of the main city sites and get some exercise at the same time. We rode down streets that busses and cars couldn’t enter. We got to really see the city, be there, feel each individual site, read the plaques and take in the panoramic views. The breeze as we rode down Beacon Hill was cold but invigorating. We felt a little like we were getting a Boston most tourists never encounter.

Everything from that point on continually charmed me. I’ve been bewitched by Boston. We spent an afternoon reading in the Public Library and on the schedule of upcoming events I recognized two speakers and would have paid to see 2 more. Everywhere we went there was good food and Joe found good beers he couldn’t drink at home. There are about 6 universities within the stops on the T and apparently 160 more nearby. There is such a respect for education, literature, and history in the surrounding area that I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be here, in Boston, longer than a week or two.

This blog was started on the premise that I would be moving to London to teach for a year, so it shouldn’t really surprise anyone that while in Boston my head filled with “what if…” scenarios. What if I moved here for a year? What if I applied to graduate school here? What if Joe and I gave this a try, just for a short period? I think we could do it. The weather might be hard for us Californians, of course, but I could do it if I knew it was just one year. Could I handle being away from my family? Could I leave if I had the chance to renew my teaching contract at my current school? What if I just applied for teaching jobs in SoCal, grad schools in Boston, and just figured out a plan based on the results? What if? What if?

I imagine an entirely new and exciting version of myself would live in Boston.

For now, Joe and I left a few sites unseen with the promise that we would return to Boston again in the summer or fall sometime in the next few years.

Travel Year: First Quarter

Back in September or October, I began investigating discount travel sites looking for opportunities Joe and I could take advantage of. Mostly I wanted to find a European package for a steal of a price because Joe has never been and I really want to go back. But for Europe you need a week, at least, and between my full time teaching contract and Elite during the summer, I really only have that kind of opening in my schedule 3 or 4 times per year – 2 of those times during big holidays our families would be unhappy with us for missing. So shorter, closer adventures were next on the list. Thus Joe and I declared 2011 our “Travel Year.”

BIG BEAR

First up was a weekend in Big Bear with our friends Ryan and Chantel. We did this last year over New Year’s and had a fantastic time. This year was more relaxed, shorter, and didn’t include a snowboarding day because Chantel was 6 months pregnant with their first child (to be named Connick as of now). Still, it was peaceful, beautiful, and a nice break from our regularly over-scheduled weekends at home. I played with my new camera, we took walks, ate good food, and hung out with good people. All around, a nice mini-vacation.

NEW YORK

In February, right as the entire East coast experienced a giant snow dump, we took advantage of a huge discount on airfare and a random 4-day weekend in my schedule due to furlough days.

We took a red-eye, arrived at 6 am on Friday and returned to LA at 10 pm on Monday. Since both of us had “done the tourist thing” in New York previously, we didn’t feel it necessary to do that again. Mostly we walked, ate, walked, stopped in somewhere warm, walked, ate/drank, and walked again. Highlights of the trip definitely include: taking in a New Jersey Devils game at the Prudential Center in Newark, Shake Shack hot dogs outside the Museum of Natural History, Central Park covered in snow, and countless yummy treats like Korzo Hungarian in Alphabet City and Franchia Vegan Korean in midtown. By the end of the trip we agreed that, though we’ll inevitably return to New York, we are satisfied that we never again need to do it in winter.

March presented a very different opportunity from January and February – there was no snow involved, no historical site-seeing, no sports.

VEGAS!!!

Our newlywed friends Alicia and Manuel found a killer deal on a weekend in Las Vegas and asked if we’d like to join them. With all of our already-planned travel I assumed Joe would not be interested, but of course he’s more spontaneous and adventurous than I am and responded with a positive “sure!” So off we went to Vegas. This was another whirlwind weekend but we had a great time together and with our friends.

Book Camp – Long Overdue

Last summer I had the opportunity to teach two distinct classes unlike any I do during a regular school year. The first, for 11^th and 12^th graders, is an intense “boot camp” meant to prepare students for the SAT. Unlike other test prep programs, however, this company refuses to teach strategies or methods to “beat the test” and instead maintains that the smartest people are those who read deeply and extensively, so to do well on a test of reading comprehension or writing, a student must read and write. A lot. Daily. Intensely. Last August I posted two articles I got from that experience. Those were the mornings.

In the afternoons, however, I had a completely different assignment for students entering 9^th and 10^th grade. This “book camp” was equally intense: 7 books in 8 weeks, 2 hour classes for discussion and exploration 4 days per week. It was heavenly for me. We read a mix of fiction and non-fiction, traditional and off-beat literature. I had students who were motivated, who actually did the reading and came to class ready to discuss their thoughts and opinions and observations. I felt like I was discovering alongside them and almost felt like I was taking a class myself.

The reading list included:

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – Sherlock Holmes: Hound of the Baskervilles

Mark Haddon - Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (a mystery story from the point of view of an autistic, 16-year-old British boy)

Neil Postman - Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business (a diatribe against television and all it has done to us)

Temple Grandin - Animals in Translation (a non-fiction piece about how autism can help humans make connections to the ways animals think)

Malcolm Gladwell - The Outliers (an exploration of the roots of success: opportunity and legacy)

Leif Enger - Peace Like a River (a novel about a teenaged outlaw and his family)

Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist (an allegory about finding yourself and your life’s purpose)

Yann Martel - Life of Pi (fall extension class – a novel about an Indian boy, a sunken ship, and 7 months on a lifeboat with a tiger)

Of the 8 books I read, I have wanted to blog about 3 of them ever since. Here is the Cliff’s Notes version of my thoughts:

The Outliers

Rarely, even in the experience of an avid reader, does a single book completely change how a person sees the world. For me, The Outliers is one such book. I was so captivated by this text that for weeks I read it at anyone who sat still long enough. I read the first chapter to my mom and she proceeded to read the entire book. I read it to Joe. I read it to Joe’s mom. I read to my sister and Rocco and Kirk and his girlfriend and then bought the book as a gift for two more people. If I were to make one of those Top Ten Books That Changed My Life lists, this book would definitely be there.

The premise of the book is that our traditional ideas of how someone becomes successful in America – pull yourself up by your bootstraps, work hard and long and be dedicated – while not completely untrue are definitely misguided. The author, Malcolm Gladwell, separates his investigation into two categories, Opportunity and Legacy, and then develops the stories of several archetypes of success. He uses examples like Bill Gates and the 18^th century railroad and newspaper tycoons to show that it’s not just about talent, intelligence, and diligence but about being at the right place (in the world, in your life) and at the right time. Then he talks about how none of that, without the proper background and cultural mindset can even work. A person’s legacy can be their ticket to success or can be a wall that stops all effort.

Peace Like a River

I read a lot of novels. I read a lot of great literature and chick lit and classics. Peace Like a River is one of those stories that I never would have picked up from a book store if I had just seen the cover, title, or dust-jacket blurb. It’s about a teenaged outlaw, his asthmatic brother, child-prodigy sister, miracle-working father, the Midwest and the badlands – none of which sound interesting to me at all. But oh, I was fooled. Because Hound of the Baskervilles is a mystery and Curious Incident is narrated so unusually by an autistic boy, Peace Like a River felt like the only “proper novel” we read during summer book camp. Together, my students and I fell in love with the 8 year old Swede, a budding writer who composes epic poetry about Sunny Sundance and his rides through the old west. We were captivated by the whole novel – uncanny as it may be. We were disappointed that we only had a week and a half to spend on the whole thing.

Life of Pi

This novel played a big role on the New York Times Bestseller list a few years back but, again, based on the back of the paperback I really didn’t see myself getting into it. The basic plot is that a young Indian boy and his family are sailing to the US with a zoo-full of animals, basically a modern, Indian Noah’s arc. The ship sinks. The family dies. The boy is lost in the ocean for months, alone, except for a Bengal tiger that could kill him. Again, not my idea of some fun, relaxing reading to do when I’m done grading essays or lesson planning for Hamlet. This was also the reading assignment for my new, fall book camp; only 4 students, me and this novel. But again, I fell in love. There were so many layers of literary, cultural, spiritual, and social significance to get into. It was beautifully written, and although there was really only one human character throughout the 600 page breadth of it, it was never boring or dull. I cried and laughed out loud so many times that Joe got sick of asking me what was going on (because then I would read him 2-3 page long sections and expect him to react in a similar fashion). I know that most of the reading public in America has already read this one, but if you haven’t, please consider it.

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