Teaching, Living, and Learning: A TRIBUTE TO DELYCIA

Monday, April 02, 2012

A TRIBUTE TO DELYCIA

"In a Hurry", acrylic, by Carolee Clark

You proved yourself yesterday to be an astoundingly strong bike rider. I saw how sturdy you were as you pumped up the sheer hills around Mystic. You are a well-made, hard-wearing woman, a person who strives to overcome obstacles and be your absolute best. Yesterday you rode with a strong will and a wish to succeed. What I especially noticed was your resiliency, your ability to bounce back after ascending some punishing hills. You rode with muscle and might, pedaling pugnaciously up every climb. When you grew tired, you simply grew more spirited, more single-minded about doing what you got on your bike to do.
Thank you. I felt fortunate to be riding with you.

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I found this quote (below) in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park. She's describing Fanny Price's home at Mansfield, but the words exactly remind me of the atmosphere I try to maintain in my classroom:
" ... no sounds of contention, no raised voice, no abrupt bursts, no tread of violence, was ever heard; all proceeded in a regular course of cheerful orderliness; everybody had their due importance; everybody's feelings were consulted."

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The following quote is from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. I would like my classroom to be like Dr. Strong's school:

"Dr. Strong's was an excellent school...It was very gravely and decorously ordered, and on a sound system; with an appeal, in everything, to the honor and good faith of the [students], and an avowed intention to rely on their possession of these qualities unless they proved themselves unworthy of it, which worked wonders. We all felt that we had a share in the management of the place, and in sustaining its character and dignity."

If I replaced "agent" with "teacher", this passage from a short story might, I hope, describe me in my classroom:
"The agent spent his days in following what seemed to many observers to be only a dull routine, but all his steadiness of purpose, all his simple intentness, all his gifts of strategy and powers of foresight, and of turning an interruption into an opportunity, were brought to bear upon this dull routine with a keen pleasure."
-- from "The Gray Mills of Farley" by Sarah Orne Jewett