Space: The Unacknowledged Frontier

The new school year has begun. I teach three 90-minute classes. One class has 39 students, the other two float comfortably in the low, mid-30s. I’m travelling between two classrooms – the class I use for two periods currently has no working AC – the heat is of a level that would help propel Kozol up the bestseller’s list if he were to document it.

In any case, all of this flux, change, and curmudgeony frustration with conditions has had me thinking about the “story” that our classroom spaces provide. As struggling-to-keep-our-heads-above-water teachers, classroom design is usually little more than doing our best to figure out how to cram class libraries in the limited bookshelves, how to arrange desks, and what posters to slap on the walls. That’s not a sleight to teachers – lord knows we can be spending our time on tons of activities that help improve instruction and student experience. However, when I look at the evolution of modern office spaces, I can’t help but wonder how this evolution can trickle into my classroom in South Central.

Similarly, I’ve been thinking about Joshua Prince-Ramus’ talk about the Seattle Library’s ultra-utilitarian design and wonder if there is a better lens to look at my four-walled space than the factory-oriented school model through which I’ve been inculcated; “Constraining Innovation” indeed.

Since studying narrative theory and mobile media through a generally awesome cognate course last quarter, I’ve been reading through this text on architecture, game play and space. Reading about ways that a place like Disneyland weaves narrative into space such that the guest is already well-immersed in an overarching narrative or theme well before ever sitting in the Haunted Mansion’s “ride,” for instance makes me think about how these kinds of spatial narratives are being disregarded within my school. In his essay in the book, Henry Jenkins quotes Disney Imagineer Don Carson saying, “The story element is infused into the physical space a guest walks or rides through. It is the physical space that does much of the work of conveying the story the designers are trying to tell.” He later writes that an iconic attraction like “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride” is designed such that “the original tale provides ‘a set of rules that guide the design and project team to a common goal’ and help give structure and meaning to the visitor’s experience.” Sure, our school’s shift to uniforms this past year and repainting of offices helps send a kind of message or narrative to the students. However, is it one that is engaging? One that adds intrigue? One that poses problems to be solved? Encourages exploration?

Finally, Lev Manovich writes about the potential of “augmented space.” I’m still working through this. As I continue to ponder the prospects of a CryptoZoo invasion in South Central (as an ongoing 11th grade project), I wonder how the differences between immersion and augmentation can be looked at within a portable “bungalow” with no AC.

I’m A Teacher … Get Me Out of Here!

As LAUSD continues to layoff some of the best teachers I know, I wonder how effective any of the multi-pronged union efforts has been. Strikes (legal, illegal, “wildcat”, hunger, sit-ins, you name it) get piddles of press here and there. While I’m not comfortable yet in fully speculating on the direction of UTLA, LAUSD, or the future of Manual Arts. I did want to share a quote that’s about a year and a half old:

“I’ve always been a teacher. That’s the highest of the hierarchy. That’s not the bottom it’s what it’s all about. We’ve lost sight of that.”

In case you’re wondering, that is indeed Superintendent Ray Cortines in an interview Travis Miller and I conducted when Cortines was working with the Mayor’s Partnership. Funny how the quote reads differently in light of the changes that have taken place.

I’ve linked to this interview a few other times on this blog, but thought I’d post the actual thing here to make it easier to reference. The focus of the interview was local autonomy. However, there’s plenty here that speaks to the dire situation for teachers and students today.  Full interview after the jump.

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In Lieu of an Update

It being finals week for me (and it also being finals week for my students in a couple of weeks), I’m a bit behind on the blogging thing. Things should start back up next week. In the meantime, the Google Waves announcement is going to help change collaboration within my classroom. I’m truly stoked about the implications this will have in an educational context (assuming LAUSD will actually let me get through to create Waves … Gmail and Google Docs are currently blocked …).

If you’re like me you probably don’t think you have an hour plus to spend watching a YouTube video about some over-hyped Google thing. Then again, I’d recommend finding the time: http://wave.google.com/.

Adam Lambert: Change We Can Believe In

[Note: this post is about pop music, network television and American Idol. I kept it rather short, but you’ve been warned.]

I realize this will only further fuel my friend Daye’s vitriol about that fact that I’m a “cultural dumpster.” However, I can’t say I’ve ever been excited about watching American Idol until this season. Adam Lambert and the falsetto that will destroy the world is the most interesting thing happening on prime time network television by a mile.

I’d also add that I’ve lately become Ann Powers’ number one fan as a result of her insightful Idol commentary (plus the fact that she was basically assigned to attended three Prince concerts on the same night seals her as one of the last great things left at the LAT). In any case, if you’re not going to take my word for the GLAMbert craze, at least read about “Why Adam Couldn’t Go Disco on Disco Night.” A great piece of writing that also sent me to the equally tremendous non-Idol performance of “Crazy” by Lambert.

I realize that a lot is being written (and not a whole lot being said by Adam) about his sexuality, but I find that way more refreshing than the typecasting of LGBT cast members on Survivor, the Amazing Race, and the Real World. While I realize there is a real election taking place in Los Angeles today, I will indeed be casting (numerous) votes toward change in pop music I can fully endorse.

[Here’s another take on the Idol showdown.]

Lastly, I kinda suspect that if Lambert pulls off the win after the votes are counted tomorrow (defeating the tween-backed Kris and his John Mayer-isms) there will be a not-so-select group of people wanting to dance and hug and celebrate in the streets like real change has come again and the voice of the people has spoken for the second time in about six months. I say that only half tongue in cheek.

What’s Black and Yellow and Worn All Over?

Today my hall pass was taken away.

This wouldn’t bother me so much except that – well – I kind of liked my hall pass. Maybe I should explain.

About three weeks ago, sitting in a large faculty meeting, one of our school’s APs announced the implementation of a new hall pass. In order to go to the restroom or leave the class, students would need to wear this:


Citing safety concerns and issues of trespassing (not mentioning anything about hygiene and actually washing these vests), the passes were handed out to teachers just over a week ago. Every classroom has one and the room number is written prominently on the back of the vest as well as the front’s reflective material.

Officially, it’s dubious whether the passes were actually vetted and approved through the appropriate channels (our school’s Shared Decision Making Council, for instance, has yet to cough up any record of voting on the use of these vests…).

Talking about the vests with my students, some seemed nonplussed about them. Most students disliked them, and a few were generally upset. “I think the school expects us to be construction workers,” one student speculated. The student explained that if the school had higher expectations about the students, they would have made the hall passes something like a lab coat or a stethoscope. Most students felt that the passes were further signs of a lack of trust or respect in the student body.

As a travelling teacher I was issued a vest that had my name written on the front and no room number on the back. As such, I stared at the vest and saw it as a giant canvas. An opportunity. Enlisting the help of an anonymous, talented student, the back of the vest was stenciled with a large black fist. It looked great. It was powerful and iconic. It fit into the themes taught in class and still actually functioned as a hall pass vest. It was confiscated two and a half days after it was finished.

I’ve spoken with the AP that took the vest from a flustered student (she refused to acknowledge who the vest belonged to – she didn’t want to “snitch me out,” despite the fact that my name was written on the vest…). It looks like I’ll be getting a “fresh” vest later this week. Though I intend to continue to appeal for my vest, it looks like this is one clenched fist that has seen the end of its efforts to fight the powers that be.

[Sadly, this is the only existing photo of the vest in action.]

“… Cut off by the devil white man from all true knowledge”: On Making Sense of Malcolm One Page At a Time

I’m currently in the midst of a revamped unit with my 11th graders involving concurrently analyzing The Autobiography of Malcolm X and The Broken Spears. We’ll be reading additional texts and watching films related to Thoreau, Subcomandante Marcos, Gandhi, the South Central Farmers, and whatever else we can cram into the next few weeks before the school year ends. I thought I’d share a resource I used in setting up this unit as well as a strategy I attempted in conjunction with this resource.
I guess now is as good a time as any to make this confession: I like to rasterbate. Uploading images to the online rasterbator, a PDF of the image stretched to the size of your preference is created. It’s an instant poster maker and the effect it has is a useful (and cheap) resource for decorating a classroom. That said, I decided to experiment with simple game play using a rasterbated image. As students filed into my class at the beginning of the quarter, I handed each of them two random sheets of paper, announcing that they all held pieces of a puzzle and needed to (preferably quickly) assemble the puzzle on a wall.

Period 2 struggles to put the puzzle together.

Period 2 struggles to put the puzzle together.

Period 3 doesnt do much better...

Period 3 doesn't do much better...

The simple experiment yielded a couple of useful insights: my kids took way longer assembling the puzzle than I thought they would. The dynamics of collaboration that I was hoping for not only sprang to life but helped garner additional buy-in from some of the quieter students in the class. Further, the sense of ownership of the picture by the students was powerful. We were able to analyze numerous components of the iconic photograph of Malcolm X (once it was revealed) as the students were looking at the picture from a well-developed perspective. (On a side note it is interesting that both classes that assembled the picture immediately guessed that it would be a picture of Obama once finished…) Though the students didn’t read a lengthy introduction or fill out an initial KWL chart about Malcolm, they were able to articulate their prior knowledge as well as any questions or thoughts that arose during the activity. By the time I handed each student her or his own copy of the book to mark up and write their names in, the students were prepared to engage in dialogue with the leader they spent 30 minutes assembling; even if I thought it was 15 minutes too long, the time still felt well spent.

A completed puzzle [sheets taped sideways are not the result of improper teaching!]