Wednesday, September 30, 2020

The "NOT by Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band" 30-Song Tribute Challenge



Day 1: A Song About Labor Unions: The Simpsons - They Have The Plant, But We Have The Power (The Power Plant Strike Song)

Day 2: A Song About Depressed Communities: James Taylor - Our Town

Day 3: A Song About Atlantic City: The Drifters - Under The Boardwalk

Day 4: A Song About Rivers: Bruce Hornsby and The Range - Across The River

Day 5: A Song By Pete Seeger: Pete Seeger - What Did You Learn In School Today?

Day 6: A Song About Someone Named Mary: Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Mary’s New Car

Day 7: A Song About July 4: Aimee Mann - 4th of July

Day 8: A Song About State Troopers: Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name

Day 9: A Song About The Viet Nam War: Country Joe & The Fish - The “I Feel Like I’m Fixing To Die” Rag

Day 10: A Song About Running: Pharrell Williams - Runnin’

Day 11: A Song About Cadillacs: Camper Van Beethoven - Joe Stalin's Cadillac

Day 12: A Song About (Back) Streets: Peter Gabriel - Mercy Street

Day 13: A Song About Immigrants: Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song

Day 14: A Song About The Criminal Underworld: Theme from The Godfather

Day 15: A Political Song: Mira Awad and Noa - There Must Be Another Way

Day 16: A Song About Hungry Hearts: T’Pau - Heart and Soul

Day 17: A Song About Highway Wrecks: Roy Acuff - Wreck On The Highway

Day 18: A Song About Disguises (Brilliant or Otherwise): Debbie Gibson - Love in Disguise

Day 19: A Song About New Jersey: Ella Fitzgerald - Jersey Bounce

Day 20: A Song About The American Land: Ray Charles - America the Beautiful

Day 21: A Song About Growing Up: Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band - Night Moves

Day 22: A Song About Dancing: King Harvest - Dancing In The Moonlight

Day 23: A Song About A Hometown: The Michael Stanley Band - My Town

Day 24: A Song About A (Seaside) Bar: Dick The Bruiser Band - Bars

Day 25: A Song About Not Surrendering: Queen featuring David Bowie - Under Pressure

Day 26: A Song With Biblical References or Connotations: The Hooters - All You Zombies

Day 27: A Song With A Saxophone Solo: Supertramp - The Logical Song

Day 28: A Song About A Minimum Wage Worker: Huey Lewis and The News - Workin’ For A Living

Day 29: A Song About Looking (But Not Touching): The Tubes - She’s A Beauty

Day 30: A Motown Song: Jimmy Ruffin - What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted?

Monday, August 31, 2020

The "NOT by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers" 30-Song Tribute Challenge

Day 1: A Song About the American South: Gladys Knight and the Pips, Midnight Train to Georgia

Day 2: A Song About The Great Wide Open: Noa (Achinoam Nini) - Space

Day 3: A Song About Running Down Dreams: Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream

Day 4: A Song About A High School Dance: The Sylvers - High School Dance

Day 5: A Song About A Road Trip: Weird Al Yankovic - The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota

Day 6: A Song About Waiting: The Rolling Stones - Waiting On A Friend

Day 7: A Song About A Good Girl: Meat Loaf - Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)

Day 8: A Song About Artistic Freedom: Frank Zappa - Porn Wars

Day 9: A Song Set In A Lounge, Bar, or Saloon: Barry Manilow - Copacabana

Day 10: A Song About Minimum Wage Jobs: Mary Chaplin Carpenter - He Thinks He’ll Keep Her

Day 11: A Song About Flying: Pink Floyd - Learning To Fly

Day 12: A Song With Parenthesis (As Part Of The Title): Digable Planets - Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

Day 13: A Song About Buried Treasure: Grant-Lee Phillips - Buried Treasure

Day 14: An Acoustic Song: Kansas - Dust In The Wind

Day 15: A Song Featuring A Sitar: Donovan - Hurdy Gurdy Man

Day 16: A TP/TPATH Song Covered By Another Artist: Johnny Cash - Southern Accents

Day 17: A Song About Disc Jockeys: Donald Fagen - The Nightfly

Day 18: A Song That Includes Celebrity Name Drops: Madonna - Vogue

Day 19: A Song About Smoking Cigarettes or Staring At The Moon: Siouxsie and The Banshees - Nicotine Stain

Day 20: A Song About Mary Jane: Cypress Hill & Sonic Youth - I Love You Mary Jane

Day 21: A Song That Tells A Story: Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Day 22: A Song About Apartments: Lana Del Rey - Mariners Apartment Complex

Day 23: A Spoken Word Song: Gil Scott-Heron - Work For Peace

Day 24: A Song About Taking On The Establishment : Public Enemy - Fight The Power

Day 25: A Song About Royalty: Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing

Day 26: A Song About Rebels: Allan Sherman - The Rebel

Day 27: A Song About Gunslingers: The Theme from “ Rawhide”

Day 28: A Song About (Crashing) Planes, (Runaway) Trains, or (Mary’s New) Automobiles: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train

Day 29: A Song About Being Stupid And In Love: Willie Nelson - Crazy

Day 30: A Song By A Fellow Wilbury: George Harrison - Give Me Love

Saturday, May 30, 2020

The Spirit of Debate

OK, I'm proud as hell of all my past and present debaters, from my 2020 grads to those that were part of my 2000 South Fork debate coaching indoctrination, and everyone in between. And all are unique, in their own way. But I need to talk about the singularly most unique student I've had the honor of coaching: MiaBeth Rose Gorodetzer-Edelman.

MiaBeth came into the program four years ago from a private school with what I will describe as an extreme case of "I'm not a public speaker" syndrome. Carrie McDaniel and Connor Yeackley tag-teamed her at an incoming freshman class showcase, while I discussed debate with her mom, Jo Gorodetzer. By the end of the evening, both were convinced that taking debate would be a good option.

But that's not what makes MiaBeth unique.

MiaBeth came into the program not only with a lack of public speaking skills, but with a religious background that would prevent her from competing on weekends (and tourneys account for 40% of the grade). No matter, we found a way to get her credit, through allowance by our local middle school league to let her compete on Wednesdays after school, volunteering at Wellington Landings Middle School with Christopher K Cartagena, participating in School Duel and Academic Games, and other such ventures. MiaBeth earned A's every semester in debate. And as a bonus, she was able to compete at our Florida Oceanfront National Speech and Debate Association Congressional Debate national qualifiers, because those tournaments took place on Fridays and did not conflict with the Jewish Sabbath.

That's not what makes MiaBeth unique, either.

Today, MiaBeth had the opportunity to compete at the NSDA Senior Open, a pre-nationals tournament set up to allow seniors across the US who did not qualify for nationals to have one last chance for competition, due to the cancellation of numerous tournaments because of the COVID-19 virus. MiaBeth could compete because the interpretation events were recorded in advance, so she was able to do a 10-minute-long Program Oral Interpretation program on war and veterans ... even though the tourney was on a Saturday and she would not be an active participant during the actual competition.

Today I had the chance to finally watch her video performance, which used the poetry The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Where Broken Soldiers Go by Michael Anderson, and The Last of the Light Brigade by Rudyard Kipling, along with scripts from M*A*S*H, articles from The National Coalition for Homeless Veterans and the U.S. Interagency Council on Homelessness, and music by The Cranberries. Because of distance learning, she essentially put together the program on her own, with minimal assistance from me. And she made it work. She didn't advance to the Sunday showcase, but that's ok. It was her first time competing in an "acting" event, and her first time at a national-level tournament. And it is amazing to me that of all my Class of 2020 students, it would be MiaBeth who would be the last one to compete at a tournament.

MiaBeth was honored at our Virtual DeBanquet this week with the Spirit of Debate Golden Gavel, a singularly unique award I present annually to a student in my program who represents all that is good in debate, who represent the NSDA honor code, who assist me in various capacities (often without being prompted), and of which NSDA points and trophies do not factor into the coach's decision. MiaBeth was a no-brainer for the award. She stayed with debate because she enjoyed the activity; winning at tournaments was never an issue, because she couldn't actually compete on weekends. Trophies were never an issue, for the same reason. MiaBeth participated in the classroom, she researched, she assisted other students with argumentation and outlining, she cross-examined, she craved information about different events, and she exuded confidence and self-representation. And while many other students might have stayed with debate regardless of whether they took home accolades, MiaBeth is the only one who participated knowing this was never really an option.

I constantly tell my program that, while trophies and winning are nice, they're not the most important thing. MiaBeth personified this attitude infinitely.

And that's what makes her unique among the hundreds of students that have been a part of my program the past 18 years.

Friday, May 29, 2020

Virtual Ending

Today endeth my 18th year teaching at Wellington High School. Not with a celebration, but with a thud.

The past 11 weeks have been, to be honest, exhausting beyond belief. I've felt like a first-year teacher in so many ways, and what's scary is I'm fairly tech-savvy. But like my peers, and our students, I've had to relearn and reinvent the wheel, sometimes daily, in order to try and offer some semblance of a positive educational experience to close out 2019-20.

Eleven weeks. Seventy-seven days.

This paradigm shift has been stressful for educators, students, and their families in a plethora of ways. Between hoping the Internet works and having enough computers, to juggling financial responsibilities, to learning to prioritize academic challenges differently, to in some cases moving to other areas of the state or nation, to the stress and/or monotony of being quarantined, to restructuring lesson plans and teaching methods, it's been one hell of a way to acclimate to the new world order.

This pandemic has brought out the best in my profession, and I am so very proud of my peers (at Wellington and across the nation) who have stepped up to the plate and made solid attempts at a positive learning experience. It's been more time consuming than the usual routine, and there's been many a morning I dreaded firing up the computer, because I just didn't have anything meaningful or new to discuss that day. (Or maybe I did, but just didn't feel like it was there that day.)

It's been doubly challenging on my end, because (and I've not mentioned this on Facebook at all) I've spent most of this time at my mother's Boca Raton condo, serving as a caregiver of sorts after she had an emergency appendectomy on March 25. So taking on distance learning while simultaneously working to help plan and coordinate my mom's post-surgery nursing and PT/OT appointments, shopping, cooking meals, paying her bills, and so much more, was an interesting and at times stressful process. (It also included multiple calls/texts daily to family and a few of mom's close friends over the two weeks she was in the hospital and rehab, during which time I was not allowed to visit due to the virus.) BTW, mom is doing great now! (And on the plus side, no food poisoning as a result of my cooking! Yay!)

Despite this, I think the most difficult part of this endeavor has been the lack of personal contact. I'm an introvert by nature, but usually I sequester myself in my condo by choice. I've missed seeing my fellow teachers in the hallways, the courtyard, the office, the teacher's lounge. I've missed seeing my students - yes, even the PITAs who make what's left of my hair fall out. I've missed interacting with other human beings. I've missed proctoring exams (OK, that's a lie, lol). I've missed seeing and working with my debate coach peers from other schools on weekends. And I've missed ... just the benign normality of life before COVID.

Wednesday night was my debate program's end-of-year Virtual DeBanquet and Senior Celebration. Yesterday was my last day teaching virtually. And I feel like a part of me will never find closure from this year. I cried May 18 when, after being allowed a three-hour window on the WHS campus for the first time in what seems like ages to close 4-104 down for the summer, I turned off the lights to an empty room and walked down an empty, dark hallway to exit the campus until August. I laughed and cried during the banquet's superlative announcements and senior speeches (especially during Jordyn Bergman's speech). I cried again, silently, after my last Google Meet class concluded yesterday. To paraphrase Shoeless Joe Jackson in Field of Dreams, "The end of this school year was like having part of me amputated. I've heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that been dust for over fifty years. That was me.”

So here I am ... with grades submitted and an online faculty meeting Monday morning, and virtual commencement that evening, to try and bring some semblance of closure to a year where none really seems possible. It's not the way my students wanted to end the year. I know it's not the way the Class of 2020 wanted to wrap things up. But it is what it is. And my peers and I will come back refreshed and stronger in the fall, ready to take on whatever challenges face us. I salute you, my educational warriors. You mean the world to me.

Monday, January 7, 2019

The Politics Of Dancing

There's a strong, logical belief that personal political philosophies are shaped by the family structure - that children of liberal-leaning parents vote accordingly, and those of conservative parents identify as such.

This makes sense. Like other life skills formulated in our early years, it's the parental unit which sets the standards and expectations, whether it be religious ideals, intimacy levels, critical thinking, communication skills, aggressiveness, literacy, or how one deals with relationships (personal and professional).

But for many, personal political stances do not remain stagnant. As we mature and develop, and are introduced to new or different ideas and ideals, these positions can shift. Where one lives, who one befriends, the types of education and educators to which one is exposed, financial shifts, a partner's beliefs - can, and often do, influence how we see the world.

This isn't always true, obviously. I know people who have never shifted their political ideology in 50 years, hard-liners who are unwilling or unable to even consider change. I know others that have turned 180 degrees from their parents' political views, and can only imaging the dinner table discussions at Thanksgiving. I know some liberals who have shifted more to the left, conservatives who are much farther to the right, some whose political stances change more often than Michigan weather, and some who have zero interest in politics whatsoever.

For many, their first concrete political memory may have been something dramatic that took place during their youth. It might have been a major event, such as the assassination of John F. Kennedy or the Iranian Hostage Crisis. It might have been a political corruption issue, such as Watergate or the Bill Clinton impeachment hearings. It might have been a mock voting booth during elementary school, or a war which impacted family or friends, or parents running for office.

I grew up in a fairly liberal family environment. My earliest political memories revolve around the Vietnam War, which had (and continues to have) a huge influence on how I viewed the world. I remember my father hanging a homemade peace flag (black marker on a white bedsheet, I believe) alongside the American flag in the late 1960s, when we lived in Pontiac, Michigan.

A few years later, after we'd moved to neighboring Bloomfield Township, he participated in the January 20, 1973 anti-war march on Washington, D.C., where more than 100,000 demonstrators marched on the nation's capitol during President Richard Nixon's second inauguration. I remember our family sending him off on a Greyhound bus, and recounting the experience after he'd returned home, with photos and tape-recordings of protestors singing anti-war songs to and from the Lincoln Memorial. Sadly, the family photos, recordings, notes, and other materials related to the "March Against Death" have been lost, but the memories remain.

Since then, I've been both passively and actively involved in politics. I became a conscientious objector, and attended many meetings with others who were opposed to war. I watched and listened to broadcast news reports. In 11th grade, I campaigned for Republican-turned-independent presidential candidate John Anderson, for three reasons: (1) my history teacher offered extra credit to the class as part of a 1980 election project if we worked on a campaign; (2) I thought the local Royal Oak office's secretaries were more attractive than those of Republican Ronald Reagan's or Democrat Jimmy Carter's offices {I was 16; that was kind of a big deal}; and (3) I related to his political stance.

Yeah, that was kind of important, too.

As the linked obituary above notes, even though he was aligned with the GOP, Anderson was liberal (possibly the most of the three) on social issues - he supported gun control measures and abortion rights. Fiscally, he was conservative. He was opposed to right-wing extremism. While campaigning, he received heavy support from college students, bucked the establishment, and was seen as a "thorn" in the sides of the "chosen" candidate.

In the grand scheme, I related to him far better than I did to Reagan or Carter.

I still do.

We've see similar adjustments in political indoctrination the past few years. In 2016, Bernie Sanders (to a degree) pulled an Anderson, electrifying the college crowds and challenging the Democratic Party establishment. This past November, young women (many of color) won political office and have put a wrench in the seemingly tired Washington, D.C. governmental process. Newcomers like Rashida Tlaib, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Deb Haaland, Ayanna Pressley, and Ilhan Omar, are turning heads and making waves, and in turn are making young adults look deeply at their own political viewpoints.

Over time, I've voted - and campaigned - for conservatives and liberals. I've voted for the establishment and the rebels. I've written in names on ballots (including my father, for Michigan governor, in 1986). When I was a political journalist in the 1990s, I maintained a "no political party" stance (I wrote about this a few years ago), and regularly attempted to let the story tell itself and allow voices from various political platforms comment on the topic of choice.

As a high school debate teacher, I want my students to engage domestic and international topics from multiple viewpoints, and play devil's advocate regularly. In my Introduction to Film and Entertainment class, I show movies that often have political stances and philosophies embedded in the plot - sometimes below the radar - and offer students the chance to think about their role in the world and how their political philosophy can be enhanced. When I taught English, I introduced works by Chaucer, Orwell, Faulkner, Garcia Marquez, Chopin, and many others, often infused with political or philosophical messages for students to ponder, discuss, debate, and write about.

Last year's tragedy at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School - located only about half an hour from Wellington High School, where I've taught since 2002 - added to the young adult political activity that has been becoming stronger the past decade. As I noted then, we want - and need - young adults active on all sides of the political arena.

As both a journalist and an educator, I believe my job has been, and continues to be, to present the information and let the consumers (readers and students) analyze the data to form their own informed, viable position.

But I do have my own political philosophy, and it aligns closely (but not 100%) with the Democratic Socialists of America platform. What do I mean? For 2020, I am supporting candidates with clear plans to promote:

  • Shared prosperity and a jobs guarantee.
  • Equal rights and protection from domestic and public violence.
  • Sensible gun violence prevention.
  • Affordable comprehensive healthcare for all.
  • Free public higher education.
  • A reduction in interest on college loans AND/OR forgiveness of college loans taken out prior to 2010.
  • A sustainable planet.
  • Support for a free and independent press.
  • Ending voter suppression while promoting free/fair elections.
  • Decreasing the influence of money in politics.
  • Immigration justice.

Notably absent from this is the DSA's position on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. While the DSA supported Israel throughout much of its history, including socialist and progressive individuals and movements, in 2017 it endorsed the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions movement. I wholeheartedly disagree with BDS and believe it to be a misguided and counterproductive measure to resolving Middle East issues (in part because sanctions of any sort have been proven rarely effective, and when they appear to have worked, it's unclear if the sanctions were the deciding factor).

{Sidebar: I fully support Israel, and understand what the BDS movement is attempting to achieve, but disagree with its methods. At the same time, I'm opposed to legislative efforts to suppress free speech (and choosing to do business, or not to do business, with others is a free-speech option). Efforts to silence BDS supporters are as misguided, IMHO, as the movement itself. Legislative attempts to penalize or criminalize BDS activities is not a way to achieve open discussion, conversation, and debate of the issues. It is counterproductive to resolution of a very complex issue.}

Like I said - close, but not 100%.

I've never bought entirely into a specific political platform, and probably never will. And I have no problem with that. I plan to research where each candidate stands on these values. I’m not going to engage in in-fighting or relitigating 2016. I’m focused on the issues, and each of the candidates’ ability to make change and to win the election.

So may we all.