Monday, December 31, 2012
The End of a Year
Seasonal staff and my time at Barakel - already fairly documented.
I left Barakel. I miss it a lot. I miss the people a lot. I miss the forest.
I left Michigan. Never having lived outside of the state before has led to some moments of frustration and unexpected culture shock.
I moved to Milwaukee. Now I know why their sports team is called the Brewers. Lots of beer. I guess it goes with the cheese? Also, cheese curds are delicious and apparently an essential part of any party platter. There's a cheese castle about half an hour away from Milwaukee. I hope to journey there at some point in the upcoming year.
I started grad school. It's crazy, busy, and a mess of stress. I kind of love it. Most of the time. It's been challenging and different and unexpected.
I began teaching rhetoric and composition to freshmen. Freshmen are a frustrating breed. They're excited, nervous, and occasionally incoherent. I loved teaching them, even when they emailed me several times a day with questions. I'll miss that first class. I suspect that no group of students ever quite has the same impact as your first.
Coming up . . .
This next semester I will be teaching two sections of the second semester of rhetoric and composition. Grad school will continue. Being in Milwaukee will continue. Basically, more of the same. Does it ever stop being an adventure?
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Christmas and grades
Yesterday Toby and I spent the day together in Ann Arbor. We went to two stores and then I was tired. His energy remained boundless, as did his commitment to singing Christmas carols. Deck the Halls was a particular favorite. Sadly for me, he only knows the fa la la bits.
During our drive home, we saw a deer in the road.
Toby: "Where did the deer go?"
Me: "It ran off the road."
Toby: "But reindeer fly!"
Involved explanation about how there are actually different kinds of deer.
Later we passed a reindeer made out of Christmas lights and he exclaimed, "We'll call that one Rudolph!" It was a good day. I'm glad to be home.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
One semester nearly over
I presented at my first poster conference this week. I hesitate to say that it was a complete waste of time since I at least gained a few free books. As an experience, however, it was underwhelming. The attendees had difficulties negotiating the limited space, so it was difficult for them to see the posters and engage individual presenters.
One more week and I'll be back in Michigan. That week contains many tasks. And at the end of that week, I'll still have a stack of portfolios to grade. But I'm still clinging to the thought of change being only a week away.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Deadlines pile up at the end of the semester. I'm currently trying to stay at least a couple of hours ahead of them. My day today has been spent watching scenes of violence from American films and attempting an amateur dissection of the film techniques displayed. Hurray for the study of Medieval British Literature? It's the most random final assignment ever.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Grading
I just returned my students' third major paper to them. This means I have graded 57 papers for this class. I then realized that I am a hard grader. Out of those 57, only two earned A grades.
It's a difficult process. A single paper can take me from forty minutes to an hour-and-a-half to grade. It's time consuming. It forces me to reflect on myself as a teacher and the things that I prioritize in writing, which is a good thing, I think. But sometimes I feel as though I've failed them as a teacher - I start to internalize the grade I am giving them. Then I have to stop.
The line between caring about the performance of my students and assuming responsibility for it is a fuzzy one. Ultimately, they are the owners of their writing. I can offer support and guidance, but I can't write their papers for them. I'll try to hang on to that scrap of knowledge as I finish out the semester. Only a couple more rounds of the cycle and I'll be assigning them their final grades - the grades that will stay with them for the rest of their college years. No pressure.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
I am teaching one lucky group of nineteen students how to write as college freshmen. As far as I can tell, it's going well. There appears to be improvement from paper to paper and none of them openly hate me. The director of the First Year English program will be observing my classroom on Friday. That observation will give me some feedback from a third-party. I'm only mildly terrified.
Classes proceed apace. As the end of the semester nears, so do the due dates for my various papers and presentations. There's time enough to complete everything if I can avoid the trap of easy procrastination. In other news, I've developed a coffee-habit. This habit is particularly useful on nights before major projects are due. I plan to break it again over Christmas.
Here is where I would normally put some kind of conclusive or summative paragraph. Not today. I'm breaking the mold. Insert your own conclusion here.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Titles are Important
As a TA, I have not yet earned the right to be called Professor. So when my students asked me in class yesterday (I'm not sure why they didn't wonder before) whether to call me "Miss Hendrickson" or "Professor Hendrickson," my answer was clear. Miss is the way to go. In a nice affirmation of our student-teacher rapport, one of my students immediately piped up with an explanation. He said that "Professor Hendrickson" was very solemn and stern and that "that isn't you."
I offered to become solemn and stern. Students immediately asked that it not happen on Friday, which is when they are all turning in their first major assignment. I agreed not to "lower the hammer" (their words, not mine) on Friday and we all continued about our business.
It's nice to get a glimpse, however small, into what they think of me.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
I'm spending my nights buried in notes and lesson plans.
This blog post draft has been open on my computer for several days. I can't find the words in which to wrap my experiences.
Moments of exhilaration and moments of exhaustion alternate flooding my system. Teaching, for me, has been a swingset, catapulting me from one apogee to the next and then whooshing back to the first. I love it - most of the time.
I met a man from Michigan. He misses the trees too.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Hmmm.
I feel as though so much has happened, yet so little of it is interesting to anyone not involved. I've spent hours learning what my job is to be this fall, but there's nothing terribly exciting about that for you. My weekend is absorbed in syllabus-writing and the construction of a unit one calendar for my students. Again, not very exciting for anyone besides myself.
Now that I'm writing it, there doesn't seem to be any reason for this blog update. So, I'll give you a random list of things that have happened.
I dreamed about bobcats, foxes, and panthers last night. And forests.
I had a new friend over last night. Pretty exciting.
My music tastes seem to have expanded over the summer. Depending on which friend influenced me, I have different levels of gratitude for that.
Finished the Annie Dillard book that was waiting for me when I arrived in Milwaukee. Now I need to read it a few more times.
Still haven't used Skype.
Thought about doing laundry today then realized I have no laundry detergent.
Haven't made the time change. Not too worried about it. Getting up early is fine.
And that's all that springs to mind right now. Time for a return to planning for the semester of students.
Monday, August 13, 2012
The man wearing Rob Bell glasses greeted me cheerily and handed me a bulletin. I was immediately greeted by several people. They were all very friendly in a non-smothery way, just the way I like it (none of them randomly hugged me, I was relieved). I love singing with others. I'm glad I went. I might go back.
Today was the first day of orientation. Katie Cupcake and I arose early, dressed, and left the house twenty minutes before we needed to. We talked about our military fathers and how they trained us from a young age to arrive everywhere early.
Campus is less than a mile away down a well-traveled street, so the daily walk promises to be fairly safe and fun. We had a good time walking this morning. After orientation, we took a bit of a detour and stopped by our offices. Thrillingly, I have an office all to myself, which is not so common. I'm pretty excited. There may have been exclamations of joy and excitement among the three of us who were there as we ran up and down the hallways comparing offices.
More orientation tomorrow. (I'm doing homework tonight - and loving it!)
Saturday, August 11, 2012
People (the second reflective post)
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The first reflective post . . .
Thursday, July 19, 2012
today is a day
Programing is crazy, but fun. This week is especially exhausting because of the amount of work that gets put into a high school week. The campers are older, so everything is different. But at the same time, everything is camp. My list of projects seems unending, but everything (so far) has worked out at the time it needed to. Hopefully that will continue.
It's Thursday, so everyone is looking forward to the overnight. I'll be helping host the East Side chapel-in-the-woods and then spending the rest of my night cutting blockhouses out of pieces of paper. That's the kind of randomness that programming brings to my schedule.
Camp is fun!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Week 2
The summer staff appears to be thriving. I haven't seen anyone fleeing the property in floods of tears. Most seem relaxed and enthusiastic about another week. It's certainly fun meeting a new set of campers and getting to know them. One of my former campers is here on East Side this week! It is great to see her. Maybe we'll have another air hockey battle.
Thanks to my wonderful roommate, I now go around humming songs about pink, fluffy unicorns.
And that is my life, currently
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Workshop update
We're into the second week of workshop and time is flying. But at the same time it feels like workshop has been going on forever.
Getting to know the new summer staff has been great. I'm trying to keep a balance between reconnecting with old friends and welcoming new ones. This includes tearing myself away from Lydia, much to her dismay. She doesn't always believe me when I tell her that things are good for her.
Sadly, we were less than successful at convincing people that we were twins - mostly due to the unhelpful people around us who kept betraying our trust by actually telling the truth.
Other snippets:
I heard the bobcat in the woods.
I learned to drive a tractor and not hit trees
Lee Brown has replaced me with a newer model
Video editing and I are becoming friends
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tribes and races
Today is tribe day . . . The one day in the summer that counselors spend gleefully pretending to be the worst junior campers ever encountered.
Friday, May 25, 2012
More visits
My family came to visit and exchange Lydia for Naomi. Lydia is beginning her summer as a YAP.
We spent a lovely evening in the RV park. We were "being hobos" according to Lee Brown. Tons of fun. Gardner girls even showed up for s'mores and a rousing game of something that resembled baseball.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Lines
Kevin and I painted lines on the East Side ballfield. Some of the lines are straight.
This afternoon we're being trusted with more lines - these lines are not meant to be straight. I'm not sure whether that means we'll be more or less successful.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
titles are for normal people
I may also have just pretended to be simultaneously Lee Brown and Jeremy Linsley.
In other news, the mighty hunter cat in our family has met his match. It's a squirrel about the size of a chipmunk and it has thrown Algie completely off balance by following him everywhere and refusing to be intimidated. He's been adopted and has no clue what to do.
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Thursday, May 17, 2012
Buckets
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A visit
Naomi came to Camp with me thinking it would be a party. Now she's playing checkers by herself.
Friday, May 11, 2012
A Visitor
We had a friend visit us in our house. He seemed stunned to be there. We enjoyed his brief time with us and then gently transported him a safe distance away from the cats, who are very poor hosts.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Co-Labor: It Happened
A Picture = One Thousand Words?
This is a test of the emergency photo broadcasting system. Don't be alarmed.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Updating is strangely hard
I babysat for a family last week. It was the second time I have watched all of their children and it was definitely an adventure. The adventure really began when it was time to clean up. One of the children, we'll call her Azalea, stepped on a toy that was left on the floor. A piercing shriek. She then swaddled her foot in a blanket cast and hopped her way around. Until she stubbed her toes on the wall. More shrieking. She sat on the foot of the stairs so she could better focus her attention on screaming. She seemed to be calming down and then there was yet another sudden increase in volume. She claimed that it felt like someone had stepped on her hand and dug their shoe into her foot. I would have been more concerned except that no one was near enough to her to have actually stepped on her. Azalea then crawled up the stairs and laid on the couch with an ice pack for half an hour until it was time to go to bed. She insisted that she could only crawl to the bathroom to brush her teeth and then promptly forgot that she was supposed to be injured and spent the rest of her bedroom prep time walking normally. I love kids.
Hopefully I will soon be registering for classes. Professor Curran has informed me that I need to take Studies in Rhetoric and Composition Theory since I have an assistantship. The class sounds . . . thrilling. Seriously, though, I am very excited about heading back to school. There have been a couple of snags so I haven't yet been able to register, but that should happen soon.
This weekend the trustees will be pouring in and embarking on a weekend of meetings. I won't be involved in any of the actual meetings, but I will spend some time doing kitchen prep and possibly dishes. Then the next two weekends are co-labor weekends. Work groups and individuals come from all over to help Camp rake leaves and get the grounds ship-shape. I will be here for the first co-labor, and then I am heading south for a week. I will be speaking at my home church, reclaiming Lydia from the goat farm, and squeezing in some packing/planning for the fall.
Summer is almost here! Everyone is immersed in prep work. Ambushes are being created and refined, equipment is being ordered and set up, and Lee Brown gave his yearly nature talk during staff fellowship today. All West Side campers are in for a wonderful time as he is planning to teach about the Ruby-Throated Hummingbird. It was great to hear.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Educational Developments
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
and another post finally appears
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
quick review of many events
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Home for Birthdays
Sunday afternoon we celebrated Zeke and Toby's joint birthdays. Toby enjoyed his birthday greatly - you can read more about it here. Zeke also seemed to have a good time, but he was understandably less vocal and less enthusiastic in his devouring of orange finger jello. I didn't manage to snag any pictures of Zeke - he cleverly distracted me with games - but here are some of four-year-old Toby.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Terrariums with Cherry
One of us was more successful with the tidiness factor.
One of us scattered dirt across the counter.
I was the messy one.
He was intrigued, "Is this what's for dinner? Lizard pie?"
Cherry and I both, I believe, enjoyed our adventure greatly. The dirt resides within its boundaries, the lizards remain where placed, and all is well. All photo credit goes to Cherry. Read her blog post about our time at http://chirpchirpcherry.blogspot.com/2012/03/fun-with-friends.html
photo credit: Cherry
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Mail Snippet
Thursday, February 23, 2012
What do you do when you're home alone?
Thursday, February 16, 2012
an assortment of stories
Thursday, February 2, 2012
This is a delicious tiramisu cake.
I won't specify my age - that would be unlady-like. But if you pay attention to the pictures, you just might be able to figure it out.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Title
Fun story involving ice. Today I drove to Bake Day. Many other people also drove to Bake Day. I parked my car in the parking lot. So did other people. So far, all is normal. After Bake Day, I looked out the window and saw that my car was now snuggled up to the silver car next to it. And the silver car was being quite friendly with the blue car on its other side. We have the kind of ice that parked cars slide across.
My apologies for the photo quality and the expression. I am unable to look unironic when taking my own picture. I tried to get pictures from different angles, but my camera firmly expressed its disinterest.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Snow and Friends
This weekend, I also enjoyed a visit from Amanda and Claire. We frolicked together in the snow. None of us had ever been snowshoing before, so Amanda and Claire convinced me that it would be a grand adventure and that we all needed to go together. They are persuasive people.
Claire and me not falling over.
We had a great weekend together.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Yes, I'm the shortest.
Note: we did not deliberately dress to match. We are naturally that co-ordinated.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
More snow fell this morning. This means that I will finally be redeeming the time spent training me for work in the ski haus. There is also much excitement, at least I am excited, because Amanda and Claire are going to be working/visiting for the weekend. Such fun!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
More Snow
We are currently being blessed once more with an abundance of snow.
My adventure for the day was when my car, despite being in park, decided that it would slide backwards down the icy hill. Naturally, this worried me. I hopped back into the car, having partially disembarked, and attempted to insert some control into the slide. Reuben and Dave Douglas rushed out of the house to assist and guided me in backing the car safely down the rest of the hill. Good times were had by all.
The Directors' meeting was today. In the conference room at the program center, there is now taking place the after-directors' meeting meeting. Lee Brown, Jeremy, and Jon Ford are all squeezed in there together, clustered around the one small table. In the words of Kevin Pierpont, a fellow seasonal staffer, "It looks like they're having a meeting about the paper-cutter" You can read more words from Kevin at http://kpont.com/
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Snow is Here! And so are the ovens!
For those that don't know, there was a small electrical fire issue on East Side last week and the old ovens had to go. New ones were ordered but did not arrive until this morning. Once they did, a highly entertaining scene ensued:
For the first hour, a few men stood around looking serious and discussing strategy in low voices. The members of the group changed every once in a while, perhaps so they could include every possible male perspective. The in-depth discussion eventually concluded and they moved on to the next step.
This involved recalling some of the previously departed group members so that as many people as possible could squish around the ovens as they lifted them, one at a time, and squeezed through the door into the kitchen. I counted seven gathered around the oven, but only five supporting the weight. The other two orbited around the group, offering supervision and advice.
The two ovens made it safely into the kitchen and the group dissolved. Hopefully at least one of them is planning to come back to hook the ovens up.
I made it back home after food prep and was delighted to find that someone had kindly shoveled off my porch for me. That's one of the wonderful things about Camp; people caring for each other.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Snow, but no snow
Currently, I am wrestling with a spreadsheet that someone tried to update - unsuccessfully. And they did it in the most unsuccessful way possible, sorting only the second column alphabetically so that now people's first names are no longer with their last names or their other information. I'm not sure what else they did, but the information is only sometimes with the last name. This means I have to go through line by line and make corrections. Barakel jobs are always glamourous.
Speaking of glamour, I'm off to mail these awards. I will package them glamourously into their envelopes and send them glamourously on their way.