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Horowitz Is Coming to Town

Bloomington that is. You may know my feelings on David Horowitz and his meddling in Hoosier affairs. He’ll be here on the Indiana University campus this Thursday for a stop on his whirlwind “Silencing the Liberal Majority” Tour. Here’s the listing from the Union Board:

Date: Thursday, April 7, 2005
Time: 7 p.m.
Location: IU Auditorium
Cost: FREE to all
Mr. Horowitz will be discussing the Academic Bill of Rights. The lecture will be followed by a Q&A session.

I’ll be there, but I won’t be heckling. That is unless you consider embarrassing Horowitz with a pointed question “heckling”.

For all the lefty Hoosiers out there, point and laugh at the Hoosier Review for getting the location of the event wrong.

I Got Your Education Right Here

I may be a bad person for finding this hilariously funny, but the poetic justice of this one is too beautiful to ignore.

Oh, Schadenfreude. Via Bitch Ph.D. comes a digital smack-down in which a young woman gets the kind of education she definitely wasn’t looking for. A young woman on the Dean’s List of a Midwestern college contacts this author to write a paper for her on Hinduism. What she didn’t know is that she was talking to a man with an English degree that he worked for himself.

Things Ms. Plagiarism Learned In College:
· Never give your name to a stranger on the internet.
· Do your own work.
· If you decide to lift a paper off the internet, proofread. Look for things like “I made a doody,” and, “Your actions in each lifetime affect your karma, and if a Shudra watches dharma and greg, it will have a positive effect on his karma, perhaps elevating him into a class in which she will be allowed to study the Vedas and progress along its spiritual path.”
· Getting an F you deserve is far more respectable than an A you don’t.
· It is best to honor that part of your classroom syllabus and university policy that says it will punish plagiarism to its greatest extent. You may very well get called out.

Sorry Horowitz, Academics Won’t Shill for the Right

Quick intro: I’m Ryan. I’ve only been blogging for a couple months and, in that time, I have contributed to both Why Are We Back In Iraq? and Watching the Watchers. A few days ago, I started a blog called Imposter Syndrome that will chronicle my experience as graduate student in the Hoosier State. I haven’t found a home for this piece, so I thought it would be perfect for a feministe guest post. I hope you enjoy it.

(Note: This is an expanded, and more satirical, version of a letter that I wrote to the Indiana Daily Student. It was published about a month ago and can be found online here; it’s the second one.)

Welcome to the world of Indiana politics. With the first Republican Governor in 16 years and a few new Republican lawmakers (including at least one Elvis impersonator) the Hoosier State is in for a hell of a lot of interesting, and ultimately useless, legislation as a just matter of state governance. (Think Texas politics with a lot less money on hand to throw around.)

My letter to the IDS deals with HB 1531, a proposed “Academic Bill of Rights”. Now, I don’t have to point out to the astute reader that this is a great title for a bill like this. It’s up there with “No Child Left Behind” and the “Clear Skies Initiative”. Who could be against civil rights for students and professors? Who could oppose this bill?

That’s obvious to David Horowitz and Sarah Dogan, the leading figures behind the Students for Academic Freedom: It’s the pink-o commie behind the lectern, that’s who.

If you’re not familiar with David Horowitz, then consider yourself lucky. He’s the prolific civil rights advocate and editor-in-chief of the conservative outfit frontpagemag.com. I pretty much think he’s a moron, but I’ll let you judge for yourself. Let’s thank Media Matters for America for making things easier on me by sharing this beauty:

Modern liberals are socialists, they’re not liberals. What are they liberal about besides hard drugs and sex? Everything else they want to control in your life. That’s true of the Democratic Party. It’s true of the British Labor Party. They’re socialists. That’s their religion.

Horowitz made this statement for a 2004 documentary titled, “Roots of the Ultra Left”, which was produced by the Leadership Institute. Yep, that’s the same Leadership Institute that “trained” “Jeff Gannon”.

Getting back to the actual bill, its main purpose is to protect students and professors from discrimination based on any political, religious, or ideological leanings. As far as state universities in Indiana go, this whole “controversy” has revolved around the case of Brett Mock’s experience at Ball State. As far as I can tell, he was upset that a Peace Studies course he willingly enrolled in did not discuss perpetual warfare as viable alternative to world peace. An op-ed by Ball State Pres. Jo Ann Gora revealed that “[i]n fact, Mr. Mock has never made a direct complaint to the university – formal or informal – and he waited until months after the course had concluded before first making claims in an article published by Mr. Horowitz’s online magazine.” Gee, I wonder if Mock got paid by Horowitz for that article.

Also, no op-ed would be complete without a rebuttal that doesn’t address the issues raised. More specifically, Dogan and Horowitz do not establish that there isn’t sufficient administrative machinery in place to address the discrimination of students at the hands of professors. This is because they can’t. They’ve tried, believe me. Just visit their site.

To wrap things up, I have just a few questions for those in support of this legislation. Since when are professors supposed to be high priced babysitters? If you’re so concerned with being recruited by the Communist Party against your will, why didn’t you apply to Bob Jones University? (You get a pass on this one if you did, but weren’t accepted.) And finally, do you consider yourself to be Republican, or even Libertarian?

If you answered “yes” to this last question, I think you need to clarify that position with a comment. Wasn’t it your hero Ron Reagan who claimed that “man is not free unless government is limited…. As government expands, liberty contracts”? If you want to bring government control into institutions that have shown an ability to police themselves, go ahead. I don’t think you’ll particularly enjoy the consequences. Also, stop bastardizing the word “conservative”.

Finally, to David, I’d like to express my sentiments, and those of many of my fellow Hoosiers, with what Melvin Udall tells his neighbor in the 1997 film As Good as It Gets: “Sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here.”

(For some useful information on how to fight HB1531, visit the Indiana Conference of the American Association of University Professors (INAAUP). For now, the bill is dead in the water), but it might be a good idea to make some calls to make sure it stays that way.)

On The Disclaimer Train

Dorcasina takes my disclaimer and modifies it to “fantasize about the kind of disclaimer I could give my students on the first day of a class. I would ask them to read it carefully, then quiz them on the material on day two. Those who choose to stay in class must earn a B or better on the quiz and sign a waiver indicating that they are now fully aware participants in MY pedagogical universe (which I would, of course, call “Our” pedagogical universe).”

It’s hilarious. Read it.

Holy Shit, It’s Spring Break

I’m not doing anything remotely productive for the next nine days, unless you call knitting, blogging, playing with the boy, Nintendo, Pablo-lovin’, and eyeing the crocus peeking through the dirt in the backyard productive.

Teaching Prufrock

Heliogue expressed that teaching T.S. Eliot would incite head explosions if taught in his own high school. But the school I’m observing is, as I replied, an anomaly of sorts.

The school is quite multicultural by Indiana standards and in a very affluent part of town. Students are primarily children of professors and executives. The school is small enough that everyone knows each other, it houses Jr and Sr highs in the same building (a pedagogical choice that deserves some consideration) and, like I mentioned, is very high tech. It is also financially endangered, having closed down a newly renovated school several years ago, fired more than a handful of rookie teachers and forced older teachers into early retirement, and in the meantime, found the money to pay a fired curriculum director and outfit the remaining schools in the latest technology. It boasts the highest scores for a public school in the state and has a reputation comparable to private prep schools.

Affluence is definitely a factor, but the school has managed to create a school culture that values intelligence. The “cleverness is not cool” aspect found in many schools across the country doesn’t exist in even the remotest sense. It’s an interesting case study, but hardly indicative of the rest of the country’s schools in any shape or form.

My goal is to see how familiarity with integrated digital spaces affects one’s learning capabilities, if at all. I’m looking at both the least and most tech-literate students in these classes, but even that is a misnomer. The “least tech-literate” students in these two classes still have computers and use them regularly. We’ll see what happens.

But Prufrock. I didn’t learn to appreciate Eliot until last year when I heard The Wasteland read in the properly corresponding British vernaculars. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock has joined my list of favorite poems for various critical and aesthetic reasons that I think I will be able to share with the class. The key is how to analyze the poem without breaking it down and ruining the imagery for the students.

One primary issue is how to make sense of the beautiful but otherwise disconnected scenes and metaphors throughout the poem. As three major “scenes” make up the poem with corresponding metaphors, I have roughly broken down the poem into these parts.

But I finally figured out how to not only convey the points of the literary disconnect, but to maintain the ominous feelings of emptiness that Eliot is known for. Kids are exposed to this sort of disconnect everyday, albeit in “low” art forms. Though it certainly isn’t a “love song,” I downloaded the video to Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” and plan to show it before our discussion of the poem because it is a familiar medium (music video), a medium often criticized for its steady stream of disconnected imagery (but nonetheless conveys imagery powerful enough to keep the endless attention of young people around the world), and displays the shallowness, desolation and desperation of our cultural period as Eliot displayed the internal desperation of his contemporaries. And hell, if the students think Nirvana is cool, this should go over well.

It isn’t a perfect correlation, but I hope to be able to draw the connection between Eliot’s version of stream-of-consciousness with a medium students are already familiar with so that they can get past the poetic pretenses and get to the meat of this wonderful poem. Afterward, the more usual historical and literary analyses ensue.

The point of exposing students to difficult material is not to make heads explode, but for them to be familiar with this kind of material when approached with similar literary modes in the future. The perceived limits of intertextuality between “high” and “low” art forms are easily dashed with an open mind, and I think it makes the classroom a far more enjoyable place as it works to demystify critical literary theory.

If anyone knows of a more closely aligning (and more contemporary) music video I can download, please let me know.

Mid-Terms, Schools, and Illnesses

Mid-Terms
It’s time for mid-terms, which means it is also time for the obligatory scholastic disillusionment post. Tonight I practice my ASL handshape story, a five minute story told through the use of body language and next to no actual signs, and study for the Shakespeare mid-term for which I am wholly unexcited. I can’t wait to have one full guilt-free week off.

I don’t care much at all anymore, and know I’m half-heartedly jumping through the required hoops. This does not a good student make.

Illnesses
After almost one full week with a fever Ethan went to the doctor and we found that he has, of all things, scarlet fever. It sounds so Old World Victorian (“My baby has the plague!”) but turns out to be a strain of strep throat with a body rash. All week long I asked Does your throat hurt? Nope. Do your ears hurt? Nope. Okay then. The fever must be the pink eye or Fifth Disease, certainly not the Black freakin’ Plague.

Schools
In other news I have begun to get phone calls for student teaching interviews.

Going to the high school and observing the classrooms has begun to move my internal view of myself from student to teacher. Today I passed out an initital survey to the students and found that everyone is both classes has a computer, only three don’t have internet access at home, and at least six have both a website and a blog. I hope to do my semester research on the connections, if any, between technological literacy and scholastic success, primarily based on case studies, interviews, and student work. The school I observe in is unusually outfitted with the latest ed tech and the teacher I observe with uses it to its maximum degree. This is quite rare in secondary Lit classrooms, so I want to explore what kinds of effects it has on the classroom environment as well.

One of my greatest difficulties this semester has been establishing a teacherly persona. I am in the schools for two class periods. The first is overall well-behaved and engaged in the lessons at hand, while the second period is essentially run by a group of rowdy boys who insist on having the last word and making the class into a comedy venue. Truthfully they’re quite funny. This is a problem. Once I start laughing I can’t stop.

Further, they are obsessed with my presence in the classroom where the first period observed doesn’t care one way or another. Every day I get a barrage of questions ranging from What did you do this weekend? to Where do you live?, What is your first name?, What’s your screen name? Can we chat? and I’ll bet you go to frat parties, don’t you? I switch between giving smartass answers and none at all.

When I finally picked a lesson plan to teach (after abandoning the idea of Sandra Cisneros, we settled on Eliot’s Prufrock, thanks for asking), the teacher informed me that she isn’t even going to ask me to teach the second period. She said she felt like it would be throwing meat to the wolves, and frankly, I feel like fresh meat. Relief.

Perhaps the most telling experience indicating my need to better develop a teacherly persona happened last Friday. After listening to a long conversation between students on the finer points of punk rock, including the aural importance of Kurt Cobain and Nirvana, how the size of piercing gauges correspond to numbers, what constitutes a cool tattoo, and other fine examples of high school inexperience, I found myself tempted to join in on a more-punk-than-you game that I thought I had long abandoned. In the interest of prudence, I shouldn’t divulge the stories I wanted to tell, but I guarantee that anything I could put on a list like this would be scandalous enough to blacklist me from any future teaching job and require an instant revocation of my laminated feminist card.

The overwhelming urge to bring in my CD collection and school these kids in the fineries of pre-1990’s pop culture has yet to pass.

Nirvana. Jesus. When did the 90’s become old school?

[For more on my observational experiences at this school, you can see my class blog: Miss Education.]

Pep Talk

Someone remind me why my college education sould remain a top priority. No, really.

Open thread.