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Descent Book Review

I read the novel Descent on a whim at the recommendation of a coworker and a student in one of my summer classes.  It was a page-turner to rival the likes of James Patterson.  What I wasn’t expecting was the surprisingly intricate prose.  I was reminded of F. Scott Fitzgerald.

The subject matter was dark, but written gorgeously. While on vacation in the mountains, a teenage girl goes on a run with her younger brother following on a bike for protection.  Disastrously, the brother is injured and the girl is kidnapped.  This is not too much of a spoiler since it occurs in the first few pages of the novel.  The rest of the book is varying accounts told from the perspectives of each family member (and others) spanning several years of searching for the girl, dealing with life without her, and hoping she’s still alive.

The characters are well-developed and each of their motivations, fears, and doubts is picked apart like clues at a crime scene.  Several themes that stood out for me were the ways in which we cope with tragedy, the power of survival instinct, and the lengths we go to for those we love.

Some of the scenes were too intense, gruesome, and mature for children.  One brutal rape scene in particular is much too graphic to be allowed in my psych facility school library.    But that intensity is part of what made the book hard to put down.

This DESCENT into depravity is paired with breathtaking views of snow-capped mountains, deep ravines, and forests.  Whether by escape, rescue, or death, the reader needs resolution of some kind, any kind, which makes the book impossible to put down.

 

Teacher Dream

I dreamed that I used Sawyer’s new classroom for summer school and still had my desk and some supplies in there on the first day of school.  La Casa was my first period class, so as they were coming in the room, I asked them to help me move.  Several of the boys picked up my desk and carried it out the door.  Eagles were coming in one door as we were leaving out another.  It was mass chaos.  Jim Perryman was teaching a SAMA class in the middle of the hallway because he couldn’t find the new SAMA room.  I was horrified because now the kids would see all our secret ninja moves and be able to get away from us in holds.

Skip to me walking into the wrong room and Lacy grabbing me to let me know she put some library books in my room that a girl was returning.  I told her I wasn’t sure where my room was.  She said, “Well, when you find it, there are books in there.”

Skip to faculty meeting.  President Obama is our principal and he is chewing us out.  I think it is still the first day of school, I don’t know where my desk has gone off to, or my students for that matter, and I still don’t know where my new classroom is.  He is furious because no one entered their progress report grades.  Apparently, school has been in session for 3 weeks and no one has entered a single grade.  He gives me a very pointed look and I am devastated because I have disappointed principal Obama.

Convocation

Some coworkers and I have traveled to San Antonio to stay the night in a hotel.  Tomorrow is our convocation – that is a fancy name for first day back to work for teachers.  We will all come together in a conference room or hotel ballroom of some sort and listen to speakers motivate us, tell us how wonderful we are for choosing our profession, how special our kids are, and how unique our school district is because of our mission.

I happen to love these sappy moments of reveling in the greatness that is a room full of teachers gearing up for a new school year.  It feels like a locker room pre-game.  Everyone is excited and talkative, getting pumped up for a win.  The band is warming up, the cheerleaders are doing a dance routine, the crowd is buying snacks and settling into their seats…

Do they still pray before sports games?  They did when I was in school in the south and I always loved the moment an entire crowd grew silent, listening to someone’s plea for safety and sportsmanship, hoping GOD would take the time to drop by for the game.

That is how these things feel to me…almost holy.  Some teachers have confided in me that they hate these events, find them silly, wish money were spent more wisely, feel demeaned by team-building.  I guess I am fodder for the peddling preacher that is a school superintendent.  I want to believe that what we do is holy.  I want to believe that GOD is in my classroom filling the space between outbursts and anger, fear and refusal.  That the kids whose lives will touch mine will be bathed in grace and sent back out into the world nourished…or at least comforted.

I hope every teacher out there preparing for our next batch of kids gets the chance to feel encouraged, valued, and inspired at their convocation.  It is a uniquely teacher-y thing that I for one am glad exists.

 

Whose Orchid?

An orchid appeared

on my counter last week.

It’s stick-straight stems

point proudly skyward

upholding regal blooms

of white with

painted purple lips.

Waxy long leaves

splay around the base

as though palms upturned

in adoration.

Imagine my pleasure

upon discovering that

the beautiful blossoms

in question were left

for me by my daughter.

Symbolic of elegance

and fertility,

love and respect.

Printed directions

attached to a stick

explain care and feeding,

so my granddaughter

places three ice cubes

reverently just above the roots

and waits to see

what happens next.

My First Book Sale

This morning I had tea with my mother Cyndee and sister Robyn.  My mother made breakfast to order – a lovely omelet for me and a waffle for my sister.  We had a nice visit and I showed off my new book that arrived in the mail.  It feels good to hold the physical manifestation of so much hard work in my hands.

And that is where I sold my first ever novel…to my mom.  🙂

I am not proud of every part of the story I wrote.  I am not pleased with every piece of dialogue.  There are plot holes.  I couldn’t decide on the ending.  A few of my characters are not well-developed.  I could have gone so much deeper with the idea behind the title.  The list could go on.

I am very proud of finishing.  I am proud of editing, formatting, setting up an account with Amazon kindle, and a bank account to deposit all of my cents into.  I am proud of all the hours I put in, all the energy, creativity, emotion, and focus it took to make it happen.  And I am beyond proud to have met a goal I set for myself many years ago of publishing.

Today was a good day.  And I really don’t care if I ever sell another one of these books.  I am a published author.  I write books.

Summer Break

I began a story today and even though it was just a snippet, it felt good to be creative, let myself off the hook for editing, website maintenance, formatting, plot planning, outlining, and whatnot.  It has been so long since I wrote simply for fun.  Now I am on a roll and don’t want to go to bed, even though it is way past my bedtime and I have early obligations.  Here are the first few lines:

The girl sat staring out the mud smeared living room window and mused that this must have been what it was like for people pre-television or cell phones.  She relaxed her eyes trying to see both her mopey reflection and the barbecue pit on the front porch at the same time.  She could almost make it happen, then one would gain prominence.  She was too bored to be frustrated, too numb to really care, so she kept trying until there was a knock at the door.

Swimming

Today was my first day back to swimming after a lapse. I used to be able to swim a mile in one go. Today I only did 6 laps .09 miles. I guess I have to start somewhere. By the end of the summer, I want to be able to swim a mile straight again!

My system is to alternate arm laps and leg laps. And I meditate on one word/concept per lap. Today, my meditation mantras were:

Love

Joy

Peace

Health/Wellness/Well/Whole

God

Enough/Plenty/Abundance

1st week of summer school

Knightly Virtues –

This week in my summer school class, students who do not have online credit recovery to complete are being treated to lessons on chivalry from the likes of King Arthur, the daughter of Robin Hood, Heath Ledger, and The Mighty (two boys in one.) The less-than-stellar films that we are pulling lessons from are quite the crowd pleasers for teens:

King Arthur – the 2004 version with Keira Knightley and Clive Owen that does not get anything right about the legends, but is quite the cinematic treat with a handful of memorable loyal knights. My favorite character is one of Arthur’s knights played by James Gandolfini. He steals every scene he is in.

Princess of Thieves – the 2001 Disney movie with Keira Knightley and Stephen Moyer. It is truly terrible, but the teen girls like the little bit of unrequited romance and the fact that a female is a hero.

A Knight’s Tale – 2001 Heath Ledger is good fun and beloved by teenagers. They do not agree with me that Rufus Sewell is the hottest bad guy ever. They think he is gross. It must be an age thing.

The Mighty – (by far the best film in the bunch) is a 1998 Kieran Culkin, Sharon Stone film about a boy who is disabled and his unlikely friendship with Max who he goes on knightly adventures with. Side note – James Gandolfini makes an appearance as Max’s murderous father. The girls literally sob (tissues passed all around) at the end of this film.

We are off to a great start and the kids doing real work are motivated to hurry up and pass their courses they failed or needed to catch up on so they can join us in our literary/film fun! It is a great tool for speeding up the credit recovery process.

Plus, we’re making coats of arms, skits about generosity, writing essays about nobility, coloring awesome pictures, doing puzzles and word searches, and decorating everything with foamy letters, glitter, and whatever else makes teenage girls happy.