Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2009

The great debaters.

Tonight, I decided to go out to dinner with my parents, my youngest sister (Mary), my grandma, and my aunt. I love them all, but about halfway through the meal, Mary and I were reading the same expression on eachother's faces: GET ME OUT OF HERE.

Reminder to the family: I love you all. BUT, every time my dad and his sister get in a room together, it ends up looking like this:



Or maybe more like this:



OR EVEN THIS:




Okay, okay, don't panic. It MAY not have been as intense as the kittie samurais. But still, it was messy enough to send the rest of us into a state of THIS:




Therefore, I hereby make a request for my dear father and his dear older sister to, from now on, refrain from "debating" (ahem...fighting) over these topics:
  • Politics
  • Education
  • Health Care
  • Race
  • Wealth
  • Right vs. Wrong
  • Good vs. Evil
  • Ignorance vs. Genius
  • Vampires vs. Wolves (I just see this getting messy)
In the emergency situation where no conversation can be established, I offer these generally acceptable topic suggestions :
  • The weather.
  • The deliciousness of ice cream.
  • How Rhode Island is neither a road, nor an island.
  • How lucky they are to have me in their family.
  • The weather.
  • How great Irish people are.
  • The Hangover (they both like the movie)
  • Books (only those having nothing to do with politics, religion, health care, race, religion, right vs. wrong, ignorance vs. genius, or vampires vs. wolves)
  • The weather.

I'll see if anyone else in my family is willing to sign the petition. I'm sure I can at least get their five other siblings involved. What do you think? =)


Peace,

Kelly


Thursday, December 3, 2009

A little bit of knowledge.



ARTICLE: What's an article you read this year that blew you away?


"As everybody knows, all over the world, a little bit of knowledge can be a very entertaining thing." - Ira Glass



It wasn't an article that blew me away, it was a radio broadcast. And it didn't blow me away so much as it completely entertained me and got me thinking.

I'm an avid This American Life listener. If you've never listened to the radio show, or watched episodes of it on Showtime, you should definitely check it out. There is a theme to each episode, and a variety of stories on that theme. It has truth and beauty and sadness and humor at its core.

Episode #293 is a humorous one I particularly remember from this year. The theme: knowing too little. It focuses on childhood beliefs held onto well into adulthood, much longer than they should have been.

The show opens with a discussion of the term "modern jackass." All of us, at some point or another, try to impress people in conversation by acting like an expert on something when really, we only know the surface information. This is when we turn into the "modern jackass." For example: politics. Many people support a candidate for surface reasons and don't dig into the actual policies to which the candidate is associated. "He stands for freedom," is a common expression. What does that even mean?!

I admit it. Sometimes I'm a modern jackass. I'm sure you are, too.

The rest of the radio show focuses on invididuals who, for one reason or another, held onto childhood beliefs for way too long, only to come to embarrassing public realizations. I don't want to give the whole episode away, but I'll give you highlights of the first couple examples.

Have you heard of the Nielson Family concept? It was started by Arthur Nielson, who realized that by analyzing the television viewing habits of different households, networks could better satisfy the interests of a mass audience. One kid heard about this growing up and it stuck with him. However, he had a different perspective on what it meant. Here he is:
"Fast forward twenty years. I was talking with a friend of mine who was telling me about her friend, who was selected to be a Nielson family. And I said to her, 'Isn't it weird that they're all named Nielson?' My friend looked at me, for what seemed like a long time. Sometime during her very long pause--because of the very long pause in fact--I realized, of course they're not all named Neilson. That makes no sense at all."
Poor guy.

Another woman clearly had not divided a clear line between fantasy and reality. This is what happened to her at a party:
"It was a group of about five to seven people, kind of standing around the keg, just talking, and somehow a discussion of endangered species came up. I posed the question, 'Is the unicorn endangered or extinct?' And basically there was a big gap of silence. And then everybody laughed. And then that laughter was followed by more silence when they realized I wasn't laughing. And I was like, "Yeah, oh, god, unicorns aren't real?" Oh no."

I'm hoping that these are situations to which we can all relate (unless you are some sort of perfectly knowledgeable human being that never socializes with anyone, therefore never risking the chance of embarrassment). I know I've done it a few times, I'm sure.

When I was younger, but old enough to be past the whole sex education scene, my family was sitting around the table eating dinner. It was brought up that my younger sister Erin and a neighbor boy, Josh, were playing around that day, chasing each other in the yard, hitting each other playfully, etc. I laughed and jokingly spoke up, "Oh, it's just foreplay." My dad turned red and looked at his plate, and Caitlin (the eldest, it being her job to point out stupid mistakes) said, "Kelly, do you even know what that means?" At the time, I thought foreplay was just another word for flirting, not a word about getting hyped up and turned on for sex. There of course was an awkward silence, and I brushed it off and pushed some broccoli around on my plate. I think Caitlin filled me in later.

Luckily, I found that out before I was standing around a keg of people. Some of us are more fortunate than others.

This led to me to having a conversation with some of the students that hang out with me after school. I asked them if they had any weird ideas about life when they were younger, which they realized later were ridiculous. These were some of them:

  • That teachers lived at school and had no outside lives.
  • That a burn spot in the carpet at school meant the teachers had tried to build a fire at school to keep warm.
  • That they had "magic water" at home because when ice cubes were put in a glass, the water level would rise.
It was a pretty great conversation. I would love to hear you guys comment back on any weird ideas you had about the world when you were younger, or any too-late realizations you embarrassingly discovered.

Ciao!



Saturday, September 5, 2009

Invisible children.

One of the reasons I became an inner-city teacher is that I wanted to expose disadvantaged students in the U.S. to global issues. It is likely that out of the many students I interact with every day, most of them have not left Indiana, and some have not even left the city of Indianapolis. How are they to know what is going on across the ocean when they haven't even been exposed to the issues in their own territory?

That is why I am hoping to set up a visit to my school from the roadies of Invisible Children. It's an amazing youth-created, youth-driven, and youth-focused grassroots movement to help the millions of displaced war-struck children of Uganda.

The movement started with three young guys, traveling to Africa with their cameras simply to experience an adventure. When they arrived, they discovered an African Holocaust taking place in Uganda. A rebel army leader was killing and mutilating the population, and kidnapping the children to create and strengthen his own rebel forces. The guys realized they had to do something.

They created a documentary, and spread the word. It came out in 2003, and since then, Invisible Children has turned into a non-profit that has made astounding social and political change for the people in Uganda--in particular, the children. When they first visited the country, thousands of children were walking barefoot for miles in order to seek refuge from the rebel army. Since the start of the movement, the commutes have practically stopped for good.

But there is still a lot of work to be done. The rebel army is still up and running, and the leader is still wreaking havoc on Uganda's people. Children who have been rescued from the rebel army are scarred from the abuse and the brainwashing, and the schools in Uganda need the funding to create proper education for the youth of the country.

While it is important that my students learn where to put their commas and their periods, it is also important for them to become beneficial citizens of the world. If they are able to become active participants in such a groundbreaking grassroots movement, hopefully they'll be motivated to start their own movements--small or large.

I'll let you know if the roadies are able to visit! If not, I still plan on showing the documentary to my students. Our theme this year is "Challenges" after all, particularly the "Challenge of Heroism," so what could be better?

Check out the video below, watch a recent documentary being shown by the roadies
here, or go to the website to find out more.