August 22, 2008
Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
August 22, 2008
August 21, 2008
“Kids just don’t know how to work,” I hear my friends complain. They have no desire to learn nor do many of them have the desire to do much of anything beyond staring at some kind of screen, complain the teachers.
The first teacher professional book I ever read was The Disappearance of Childhood by Neal Postman where the author points out that prior to television, adults were the storehouses of knowledge and (hopefully) at least a little wisdom. Responsible adults would pass this learning along to children at the appropriate time and childhood was one long apprenticeship to adulthood. How to use a chain saw, fire a weapon, cook a goose, lessons were given on a need to know basis, complete with new words and real reasons to learn. Life and death issues taught as they came up.
Such was the way of learning throughout the ages, Postman pointed out, right up to the advent of the television. Some might argue that it really started with the Little Rascals, but I suspect those shows were not created just to entertain kids, and were certainly not developed to be a vehicle for selling products to kids. That came later.
Of course words, reading, and books factored into the learning process. But this type of learning was also scaffolded in accordance with the maturity of the kid, the difficulty of the text precluding most second graders from mastery of quantum physics at the corner library even IF (big if) the librarian let would allow the kid into the adult section.
So, along came television, effectively changing the direction of the knowledge stream. And within a couple of generations of sitcoms, Roseanne, Archie Bunker, and Maude came along to replace I Love Lucy and Father Knows Best as broadcast parents who dispensed knowledge with no deference to the viewer’s age or need to know. While parents were working somewhere out of the sights of their kids, kids took to learning on their own from fake parents first, and then simply from each other.
At some point, Madison Avenue went from being in the business of selling during breaks in the television shows to driving the programming for children. Can’t you just see the lightbulb going on over the pink power tie of some ad exec after a focus group for Sugar Pops.
PING! Kids don’t like parents around. Let’s take the parents out of these programs – kids will like the shows more and we can sell more cereal.
Bingo. The advent of the Disney channel, one of the most successful sales vehicles to traverse our screens. In shows such as The Suite Life and Hannah Montana, knowledge is imparted by peers. The vocabulary is limited, the topics narrow. Work is never modeled and viewers are never asked to stretch beyond what they already know.
Responsible parents restrict their children to this kind of programming thinking they are doing a good thing by not letting kids learn how to party hearty with a beer bong on MTV or commit a sex crime ala CSI.
But is it a good thing? Really? When the only adult role models students see in their fictional TV literature are ineffectual, plainly idiotic, or absent entirely, why are we surprised when our real life kids give us no respect? From three to six hours per day, PER DAY, kids are being schooled that adults are dumb and it is their peers who have all the smarts. The days and plots of their lives revolve around avoiding any interaction with adults.
I have this discussion with my daughters all the time. I know they think I’m annoying (and I probably am) complaining about the Disney channel, but there is something about my grandkids watching this programming that makes my teeth itch. The way they depict young women? The shallow values? The insular lives that rarely venture outdoors? This type of learning can never replace what adults can impart to kids.
It can be argued that television has replaced teachers and parents as the greatest educator, but even with the shows featuring murders and Springerized paternity tests blocked, what is most children’s programming really teaching kids except that adults are simply the straight guys and the joke is always on them?
Oh, I know the response – what the heck. That’s just the way it is. Yeah, it is. But up until about the last 30-50 years, guess what? That wasn’t the way it was. Kids actually learned from adults.
Am I getting old and cranky or what?
August 15, 2008
One might.
Nah.
As the athletes discipline themselves, so do I. My discipline involves not letting myself watch during the daytime hours. So far, I’m reaching for the gold in that category. I’ve actually been focused on a revision of a novel, maybe not with the intensity of Phelps in the butterfly, but pretty intense.
Marge Piercy says to become a writer, you have to like it more than being loved. I have never had the desire to push it that far, but I suspect the Olympic athletes face similar choices. Such is the intensity of their commitment. I don’t think I made anyone not love me this week, but I might have been teetering on the edge. So, Wednesday we took off to take Scottie to the county fair where he was very impressed by the chickens and corn dogs and not so impressed by the smell of manure.
After the fair, we made a bee line to Michael’s parent’s pool to wash off the ambiance of pigs in pens, where Scottie and his step-cousin Edison practiced synchronized diving. Even without seeing their faces, any spectator can see they are loving it. So, how many more dives before they get this down?
August 8, 2008
Image compliments of explodingdog.com. Go there and buy this guy’s stuff — he is more than a little twisted and totally amazing.
Update: Mechanical difficulties. This is a phrase you never want to hear after being seated on an airplane. And they didn’t mean the overhead light above my seat that didn’t work either. They meant the de-icer on the left wing. So the airline had to bring a maintenance crew in at 10PM and fix it — we didn’t take off until 12:30 AM arriving at CLE at 2:00AM. I don’t know why I am even recording this story — it is so common. A five hour delay. Ho hum.
What’s five hours? We get almost 5 of those segments everyday. I can wait for a plane for five hours, but I couldn’t bike for five hours. It’s a short time to sleep, a long time to stand. Five hours would be a short work shift, but a very long time to not work during that shift. Five hours is a time period that has been on my mind lately.
I was seated in the same seat, 3A, that I was seated in as I flew back from Atlanta after receiving the call 3 months ago that Stephie was beyond critical and in crisis. Three months ago today. The window of the airplane was like a movie screen to me last night — a series of tragic images reflected in the cloudy night sky.
August 2, 2008
Kelly snapped this picture of Sara Kelly this week and it perfectly captures my image of July 2008 — peeking out. I can’t believe it has been a month since I’ve posted a blog. The month went to biking, triathalons (Michael competes, I stand on the sidelines and say “go michael”), beach walks, Walloon teacher camp, gardening and occasional walks. A LOT of private time, occasionally peeking out.
I was all set this past week to really get down to some serious (or not so serious) writing, but on Sunday we all decided it was time for Kelly and the boys to come so we could fill up each other’s tanks with love and support. It was just time. So that’s what we did and I’m soooo glad that we did.
Walloon was the greatest. It is a summer camp run by Harvey (Smokey) Daniels & Co. where teachers go to recharge, review and learn anew. Serious talk, new data, new ideas all mixed together with (frankly) corny songs and a rockin’ sock hop. Here I am rockin’ out with Steph Harvey.
Here is Michael, still smiling, heading into the final segment of the Fairport Harbor Triathalon, the 5K run.
July 2008.
July 4, 2008
July 3, 2008
July 1, 2008
Fill your hat
with water
dump it on your head,
watch the sunset
fall in bed.
Kick the horse
to make it go,
hike and sing,
explore and show
off your
painted shirt,
and decorate
one of Sophie’s gourds,
eat mac and cheese,
gather
tadpoles,
rocks
geez
110 degrees
is really hot!
How ’bout a swim?
Do your ears hang low?
Can you see Saturn?
How far are we from Mexico?
Road Runner,
Jack Rabbit,
Coyote, Owl,
Turtle,
Mountain Lion,
who’s on room checks?
Hang your suit and towel!
Granny campers are bold.
Granny campers are brave.
We stay on the path
and watch for bats
in Colossal Cave.
Hayrides are bumpy.
FIRE ANTS BITE!
Limestone
dripping down
becomes
stalactite.
Wear hats and sunscreen
and we won’t get burned.
These are some of the facts
we never stopped to learn
while covering ground
at Granny Camp,
instead we picked them up
on our desert run,
mining unknown trails,
where
we struck FUN.
June 28, 2008
What I want to do is blog about what a fab time I had at Granny Camp and visit with the Ohio Writing Project at Miami U (very cool), but first a bit of Grumpy business. I have been on hold with my email server for a total of 80 minutes today — after the first 25, no you need to talk to the business server, no your email box is too small, we’ll make it bigger, no you’ll have to call back, no you need to talk to us when you are in front of your home computer, no, you need to talk to . . . oh, you get the picture.
Bottom line, all email I received or Kelly received at Kelly@saraholbrook.com, between Sunday June 22 and Thursday, June 26 has been lost in cyberspace and I am not happy about it. The server changed servers, or some such thing, and poof. All my email that was hung up out there has gone away.
Please, if you sent me an email and you read this, please resend.
What a pain!
June 25, 2008
So far we have visited the Desert Museum and the Colossal Cave. We’ve gone horseback riding and written in our journals. We’ve sung camp songs and given ourselves desert names (Ben’s is coyote, mine is fish hook). Why fish hook? That’s a kind of cactus and it seemed appropriate since we all got stuck trying to fish a hook out of one. Granny Debbie had all the supplies put up and man have we been eating them. We must eat 8-15 times a day. We take turns with chores and do crafts. We’ve decorated T shirts and plates and Granny Sophie helped us decorate gourds today. We made gourd name tags and each decorated our own little gourds (grown my Granny Sophie). I’ve been having computer troubles — and still am since I am now learning how to use a Mac. Big leap.
Tonight we sleep under the stars after an astrologist comes to explain the sky to us with her big telescope. More pix to come.
Way too much stuff to do to sit in front of the computer. Oh, and for those who are wondering, it hit 106 today!