Wednesday, April 4, 2012

OMG, ur English is Gr8: The Effect of Text Lingo on the English Language in Classrooms





   
 Texting has become a popular activity for teenagers throughout their daily lives. It has become the norm to receive a cell phone once you are a teenager, and the age when kids are given cell phones gets younger and younger as times goes by. Adolescents use their cell phones for a lot more than just making phone calls though; they now communicate via text message. Texting has become one of ways to join the in-crowd, and most of the youths who text often let their cell phones control their lives just as society controls them in pressuring them to text their friends.

     Texting has become a new form of communication for adolescents. It is simpler for many to type out abbreviated words and shorthand in order to tell someone a message than to call them up because they don’t have to go through the routine of starting and ending the conversation. However, this evolution of communication is starting to affect more than just the mode in which messages are transferred. Texting has become so popular that it is beginning to show up in schoolwork all over. Some people believe that this is harming the English language, but others find it to be just a change of the times as the English language is constantly evolving. No matter the stance taken on this issue though, it can be agreed upon that text lingo is beginning to affect the English language in classrooms all over.

     The majority of those people who believe that texting is ruining the English language are educators who have grown tired of getting out their red pens to mark every word in an essay that isn’t actually in the English language. Teachers in Charleston, West Virginia are concerned that textual language, and other electronic languages, will soon take over regular English writing, especially when it comes to cursive. Cheryl Jeffers, an education professor at Marshall University says of the situation, “Text messaging, e-mail, and word processing have replaced handwriting outside the classroom”, and she worries that handwriting will continue to be misplaced as the years go by (Breen). Others see that this could just be some of the same old hysteria that has been heard before. Kathleen Wright works for an education materials company named Zaner-Bloser where she is the national product manager for handwriting. She believes that the text message craze is similar to the time in which typewriters first came out because people said the same things about them. They believed the typewriters would change how people communicated permanently, but in the end the English language didn’t change that much (Breen).

     Still, there are those people that bring up the debate that texting is making it hard for teachers to understand the students’ language in their work, and this in turn is affecting the grammar and spelling of the students’ language. A study by the United Kingdom’s Telegraph showed that 4 out of 10 teachers couldn’t understand their students’ work because of the lingo, and 55 percent of a group of 500 surveyed teachers said that they could see that their students’ grammar was getting worse due to all the text lingo that was used (Paton). This follows some of the same steps that author and educator, Paul Jury has come up with when it comes to this topic.

     Jury came up with five steps to decide whether texting is ruining or changing our language. He says that new words are being created, an extra space has been deleted after sentences, hyphens are vanishing from between words, students are learning to be more concise, and there are errors in spelling, reading, and writing (Jury). Some of these steps happen to fall into the side that texting is ruining our language, but others show how the language is changing for the better. When it comes to ruining the language, Jury sees the elimination of a space after sentences and the disappearance of hyphens as a knock at the language that once was. He says it’s not that big of a deal, but he always learned that there were to be two spaces after a sentence. Now that texting has caused people to write quickly with a limited number of characters this rule has gone by the wayside (Jury). When it comes to the hyphen issue he says, “Nearly 16,000 thousand words have been stripped of their hyphens in recent dictionary versions: leap-frog has become leapfrog, make-over has become makeover, and post-modern has become postmodern, all because people are too lazy to reach for that one extra key” (Jury). He worries that this is going to change the historical significance of the English language into a language similar to Swedish as longer words are put together (Jury).

     He also has issues with spelling and grammar, but they can be borderline on the language ruined/language changing debate. He states, “I will still say I think texting does have a slightly negative effect, on spelling at least (if for no other reason than the nonincentive it provides to practice spelling words correctly, especially advanced words). And some words get spelled wrong so often (tonite/tonight) in texting that students really are starting to lose track of which way is correct” (Jury). Jury believes that just because an adolescent spells a word in a shortened version with textual language, it doesn’t mean that he couldn’t spell the word if he had too. However, he also believes that since the shortening of words is happening so much it is quite possible that over time the students forget how to spell the words correctly because they have been so used to shortening them. A study by the British Academy would disagree with this point as they found that “more sophisticated literacy skills are needed for textism use” (Turnbull). Therefore, the students have to know how to spell and read the word in order to know how to shorten it for texting. When it comes to grammar, Jury believes that students are either going to be do well with grammar or poorly depending on what they have learned; he doesn’t think cell phone texting affects that at all (Jury).

     Jury believes that the language is forever changing though when it comes to new words and brevity. He compares the text lingo of LOL and OMG to that of all the new words that Shakespeare and Webster brought into the English language. He says, “New technology spawns new words, just like all new culture does. But to argue that this is a bad thing is to deny the very flexibility that makes language useful” (Jury). Therefore, he is arguing in the simplest matter that any type of new word added to a language can be useful because it adds to the diversity of the language and the options speakers have to choose various words. One of Britain’s leading linguists, David Crystal, would agree with Jury on this point. He says, “Shakespeare freely used elisions, novel syntax and several thousand made-up words (his own name was signed in six different ways). Even some common conventions are relatively newfangled: rules for using the oft-abused apostrophe were set only in the middle of the 19th century. The point is that tailored text predates the text message, so we might as well accept that ours is a language of vandals” (Huang). Crystal is saying that language has always been changed by the people using it, so we should just accept it as a commonplace occurrence. He believes that all change in language is gradual, but in the end there will be a monumental development to how we speak and communicate(Huang).

     When it comes to brevity Jury describes how many of the text messaging programs only allow a certain number of characters in their boxes as a limit, so students are learning to become more concise when it comes to writing essays because they are used to having to cut words out to fill a small space (Jury). Many scholars in the field would agree with him on this, as more and more people are beginning to take the side of the evolving language in this debate.

     Many people now see that texting is actually helping students better understand the English language. This may be surprising to some, but different research has shown that language learners are better at spelling, grammar, and learning the language when they are also chronic texters. The British Academy in the United Kingdom found that in doing research with kids age eight to twelve, texting helps them a lot with, “phonological awareness…a child’s ability to detect, isolate and manipulate patterns of sound in speech” (Tumbull). Basically, this argues for the fact, against Jury’s belief, that texting helps learners get down to the root of the language. Since the language is short and concise and the students are around it all the time, they have the extra time to work with it, and this in turn helps them out with their language skills in general. This is also illustrated in Newsweek writer Lily Huang’ article titled The Death of English (LOL). In this article she talks about a new book by David Crystal titled Txtng: the Gr8 Db8. The book looks at how texting is making people better communicators because they are able to go to the root of the language. Huang says, “Far from being a means to getting around literacy, texting seems to give literacy a boost. The effect is similar to what happens when parents yak away to infants or read to toddlers: the more exposure children get to language, by whatever means, the more verbally skilled they become” (Huang). Therefore, she sides with Crystal in believing that texting actually helps students better understand the language because some exposure to it through texting is better than no exposure at all. Crystal also believes that the effects that others have seen in their classrooms due to the high amount of students who text is only just a minor change in the English language. Crystal uses examples from the past to show that language it forever changing. He states that more of the language was changed due to British influence during the Revolutionary War and other times in history than what is occurring now with texting (Huang).

     Crystal believes that the language is always going to change and over time new additions will keep being added to it. Although many other people have debated that the text lingo that shows up in papers is harming the way their students’ write and use the language, all and all Crystal sees that any use of the language can be beneficial for the students in the long run.

     When looking at this topic, it seems to be that people are all over the board when it comes to opinions. Many believe that the textual language that shows up in papers is a hindrance on the language because they see how their students can’t even write a basic essay without using abbreviations of words. However, others take the middle ground and are able to see that certain aspects of the texting lifestyle can impede the use of proper English, but they can also appreciate the fact that this new form of communication is adding so many interesting pieces to the English language. Moreover, others believe the latter part of this in full because they see the diversity brought to the English language from text lingo and are able to appreciate that this form of communicating is helping language learners at spelling and grammar because they’re able to get down to the root of the word. All in all, this debate on whether text lingo in classrooms is ruining the English language or helping it evolve is never going to stop. It really is a matter of opinion, but when one stops to think about all the students concentrating on texting their friends and then putting those similar shortened words into essays for a grade, it is easy to see that texting definitely has affected the way the English language is used in the school system, whether that be for bad or for good. 

Works Cited
  • Breen, Tom. “Cursive May be a Fading Skill, but so What?” The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. 19 September 2009. Web. 9 November 2010
  • Huang, Lily. “The Death of English (LOL).” Newsweek. 8 August 2008. Web. 9 November 2010. 
  • Jury, Paul. “5 Ways Texting Is Ruining Changing English.” The Huffington Post. 23 July 2010. Web. 9 November 2010.
  • Paton, Grame. “Text Message Slang Found in School Work.” The Telegraph. 12 December 2008. Web. 9 November 2010.
  • Turnbull, Kaite. “LITER8 LRNRS: Is Texting Valuable or Vandalism?” British Academy. 2009. Web. 9 November 2010.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

A Letter from Mrs. Guilliam


I just recently found this letter from one of my favorite grade school teachers, Mrs. Barbara Guilliam. She was my 5th grade teacher, and sadly she passed away from cancer when I was in the 6th grade. This letter just warmed my heart tonight, and it was just what I needed to read. I can now see how much this exact message has motivated me throughout life! :) I hope I have the chance to write many letters like this to my students in the future. It really is the simple things that matter the most in this world.




May 17, 2000


Dear Austin,


I want to congratualate you on having your DARE essay selected as one to be read at the DARE graduation next week. I am very proud of you! You have done well in the DARE program, and I am glad that you will be recognized and honored in this way.


You have been a hard worker all year and I really appreciate that. Your attitude, behavior, organization, and work habits have been tops. Keep striving to do your best in everything you do and you will succeed!


It have been a pleasure having you in class. I have really enjoyed your great sense of humor! With your ability to get along well with others, you will make a great peer mediator. Good luck with that next year. The world needs more people like you.


Keep up the great dancing, too!


Sincerely,
Mrs. Guilliam



Friday, January 20, 2012

Was Blind, But Now I See: I've Been Called to Make a Difference



I just got back from Revive, a Thursday night worship service at The University of Findlay, and I had such an intense experience that I just have to write about it. I didn't really want to use this blog for personal reasons, but tonight's experience relates to my future as an educator, so I believe it belongs here.


As the people close to me know, I have had struggles with my faith in the past. I grew up in a United Methodist church, but I strayed away from it during high school and lost God and all religion during a five year span of my life. I experienced with a variety of different religions, but I felt like something was missing. Two years ago, I went on my first mission work trip with Habitat for Humanity to Bay St. Louis, Mississippi, and during that week I was so overcome with His glory due to our crew leader Bryan's devotional that I accepted Him back into my life. It's been a long run since then, but I've been trying my best to grow closer to him. I joined a wonderful church in Findlay, I started diving deeper into the Bible, and I decided to live my life for Him in every aspect. Many who knew me in high school and the early years of college found this to be a drastic change, but I had finally become part of the fellowship of the unashamed, and I wasn't afraid to admit that I was finally, once again, a Christian. Things have gone better in my life since that mission trip, but I know I have so much more to do in my journey with Christ. Tonight was another chapter in that story.


Even though I have grown a lot stronger in my faith, I'm not ashamed to admit that I should be doing a lot more. I've joined a great church within such a loving community, but there are times--naturally in my busy life--that my mind drifts off during sermons and other aspects of my longing to know more about Christ. I know this isn't right, but I'm only human--it happens to the best of us. Things changed tonight though. In the middle of the music worship Pastor Matt stopped the music team and allowed us time to distance ourselves from our friends in order to sit and chat with God. He opened up our eyes to the fact that we were singing the words of the songs, but did we really mean what we were singing? Were we literally or spiritually falling on our knees for Jesus? Were we ready to wholeheartedly grow deeper with Him tonight?


I've been struggling a lot with a variety of situations in life in which I won't go into, but one of those areas is my future. Even though I have a degree in education, I've still been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I knew that I wanted to do something meaningful in which I could make an impact in the lives of others, but even this summer I was looking at ideas all over the career spectrum, at times branching away from education altogether. I just recently started graduate school to earn a master of education degree in reading because it felt right, but I went in blind not knowing if it was truly where I was supposed to be, where I was called to be.


Tonight I was reassured that I am truly following my calling, that of teaching others to read. I swear that God was there with me and He touched me with His presence tonight. I know that may sound crazy, and I've never experienced this before so it sounds crazy to me as well. However, I opened my heart to Him and laid everything on the line. I asked for guidance on where I was going and if it was right, and He showed me that I have been called to work in the area of reading, that my graduate degree was the perfect choice. I didn't get specifics on if I should be working in a school setting, with a non-profit, or even in another country, but I'm sure that will come in due time. I just know that I was made to help children develop the wonderful and amazing power of reading, and I will now do this through Him.


After experiencing this moment, I was overcome with emotion. I'm a very sentimental guy; I have cried during about every chic flick I've ever watched, but tonight was a different kind of crying. I sat there in the auditorium just weeping after receiving my call. I couldn't believe God was actually putting me in these shoes in which I would be able to help thousands of children develop this ability that will help open doors to adventure, doors to knowledge, doors to Him. I kept asking God, "Are you sure about this? You really want me to do this?" And He reassured me after every question that I was truly being called to make a difference. I feel blessed and honored that I'm heading in a direction that not only I want to travel in, but that he wants me to go towards as well. I can't wait to start fulfilling this dream, but until then I will continue to grow deeper with Him, to give myself over to Him, and to allow Him to use me and place me where He wants. It's been a long time coming, but I'm finally in his palm, and I'm so ready for the ride.

Friday, December 16, 2011

From Frank to Frank: A New Fiction Piece (Preview)


            Frank lied in his bed staring up at the ceiling filled with cracks more numerous than those that now line his face.  His bed, though made for two, now serves as his fortress of solitude and lonesomeness.    He spends his days down at the plant manufacturing parts that make automobiles run, but by the time he gets home he barely has enough energy left to function himself, which usually results in him going to bed right after his microwave dinner that he eats at the table for one dimly lit in the corner of his kitchen.  Tonight his choice was a slightly warm dish of chicken breast complemented by corn and potatoes that he picked up in the frozen food section at Wal-Mart for a mere eighty-eight cents.  After finishing up the last spoonful of corn, he looked down at his hands, the light shined just enough for him to notice they were marked with grease from the day’s work.  Not wanting to dirty the bed that he has kept in a state of cleanliness for so long, he decided to take a quick shower before laying down for a rest.
            The water from the showerhead washed away all the worries he had previously in the day, and the towel that he used to dry away the water droplets filled with his boss yelling at him, his wallet sitting almost empty, and his house slowly falling to pieces around him, left him a clean slate for new worries to begin tomorrow.  His sleep would serve as his only time to rest in a worry free dream world before life started up again.  In the next moment, he brushed his teeth and clothed himself in the same flannel underwear he was wearing that night he declared the bed sheets would remain in a state of normality from then on.  Then, he was off to bed.
            The ceiling began to grow distant as Frank’s eyes slowly grew weary.  Sleep was almost here, but he wasn’t ready for it.  The day had drifted by so that he almost forgot another ritual he performs before calling it a night.  Not wanting to throw anything off, he slowly rose, half asleep, and walked over to the closet that sits one outfit over maximum occupancy.  As he opened the doors, he slowly looked down the line at all his suits that hung side by side.  He brushed his finger down the line, delicately touching the grey suits, then the black suits, and finally the blue suits.   Then, suddenly, his finger ended on the last outfit on the right side of the closet, an outfit quite contrary to the world of men’s suits, an evening dress the color of red.  Taking the dress out he laid it on his bed, placing it on the side that doesn’t get slept on. Then he walked to the old phonograph player that sits in the corner of his room and set up an old Frank Sinatra record.  As Old Blue Eyes slowly crooned away, Frank walked back over to the bed and grasped the dress in his mammoth arms.
            “Fly me to the moon.  Let me play among the stars.  Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.  In other words, hold my hand.  In other words, Baby kiss me," Frank sang along with the more famous Frank as he began waltzing around the room in dance formation.  His left arm was cast out in front of him with a cupped hand while his right, more to the side, supported a grasped hand as if he were ballroom dancing with a person that only he could see.  In one continuing motion, he traced the outline of his bed from one side of the headboard to the other while turning in circles that made the dress flare up as the music sped up.  The upbeat song continued as Frank outlined the walls of his room turning faster and faster until the song reached the ending phrase.  As the horns picked up for the grand finale Frank quickly hung the dress back up in its proper place among the suits.  He made it back to his bed just in time to sing the last line “In other words, I……..love……………you.”  Then he lied down and pulled the covers over his head, so his faux dance partner couldn’t see, while tears filled his eyes. 
            Night after night the same routine was done.  Home.  Eat.  Wash.  Dance.  Sleep.  The only thing that Frank dared change was the song sung by Sinatra.  That didn’t matter as much as everything else because that dreary night years ago, there was no time for music.  There was no time for dancing.  There was no time for singing.  However, not a day goes by that he wishes there would have been time, if not perhaps time for one song, at least just one note.  Therefore, he made it a goal each night to dance to a tune from Sinatra, her favorite singer, with that red dress that used to be hers.  That red dress that he last saw her in.  That red dress that he believes still holds her presence. 
~~*~~
            That night will forever remain vibrant in his memory.  They had gone to a holiday dance held annually at the City Hall.  The whole town had shown up:  the mayor, the butcher, the lawyers, and even the working class plant assembly line men like Frank.  It was a time where everyone could enjoy each other’s company for the benefit of company.  Race, sex, and social standing were masked for the purpose of having a good time and showcasing what the town had to offer. 
            Frank and Judy had arrived early that night like always.  Frank lived by the words of his boss, Mr. Sampson, in every situation:  “To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, to be late is utterly unacceptable.”  Entering the City Hall, which was fashioned more like a Governor’s State Mansion that night, Frank looked from table to table searching for faces that he recognized, but no one from the plant came.  No one from the plant ever came.  Judy, however, picked out Betty, her friend from the town Garden Club, sitting at a table near the back of the room.  Betty was married to Joseph Spangler of Spangler, Dunlap, and Johnson, the top law firm in town.  She was married to a wealthy man who knew how to save innocent men from losing their freedom and Judy was married to a man who knew how to fasten part A to part B, but somehow that didn’t affect their friendship.
            As Franklin and Judith, the classier names they preferred to be called at the annual ball, slowly walked towards that table Betty yelled, “Judith!  Darling!  Oh, please do sit with Joe and me.  We must catch up; we most certainly catch up!”
            “Betty dear, it has certainly been a long time.  Frank and I drove by your place the other day. Your daffodils look quite extravagant, and those hanging plants on your porch, they must have cost a fortune,” Judith said with a nervous voice.  She loved Betty as a sister, but knew that her social standing as a lawyer’s wife left them with little to talk about save for flowers.  And, oh, the flowers that Betty Spangler did have.  Judy envied Betty’s carefully squared out, large gardens at her home on Main Street.  She knew that no matter how hard Frank worked at the factory, she would never be able to afford as many beautiful plants as Betty, but she could dream. 
            During the day when Frank was at work, Judy would thumb through the newest copy of Better Homes and Gardens looking for the next exotic plant that she could add to her collection of flowers that sat in the backyard of her ranch house in their pots.  She knew that they would look much prettier in the ground and in the front yard, but in the backyard they were hidden from the rest of the neighborhood, and by staying in their pots she could move them around and even bring them inside to her bedroom where they would sit by her bedside as she dreamt of new ones to purchase.   Frank had a deal that he would buy her a new plant every two weeks when he got a paycheck, yet still she knew that her garden would never amount to that of Betty’s.  Judy did, however, know that she had one of the most loyal husbands in town, and that was what she cared most about.  Frank was the flower that she was always searching for in the pages of magazines and in the yards of Main Street, but she knew the searching was just for show, for Frank was already hers.  Frank was amongst the flowers in her backyard, safe from the picking of any of the other ladies in the neighborhood.
            “Why thank you Judy,” Betty said as Frank and his wife sat down at the table, “the hanging plants were a gift from Joe.  He won the McPeterson case he has been working on for the last year, and he thought I deserved a little gift for being such a loving wife.  Isn’t that just the sweetest thing?”
            “Quite sweet," Judy said while looking towards Joe.  “So Joe, you finally got Mr. McPeterson the justice he deserved? Good for you. Al is an honest man; he never deserved to be caught up in that mess.”
            “It’s all in a day’s work,” Joe said boastfully.  “Why Frank, how’s your ol’ job up at the plant treatin’ ya?  How long you been working there now?”
            “Twenty-eight loyal years,” Frank said quickly for this statement was his own way of bragging.  “I’ve worked that same position all those years, and I wouldn’t give it up for all the money in the world.  There’s something about putting in a hard day’s work that brings new life to a soul, you know Joe?”
            Joe nodded for he had nothing else to say to Frank.  He only asked the question to be polite.  He didn’t want to hear his life story or about the inside workings of the plant, he just didn’t want to be the person that wouldn’t socialize with men of Frank’s caliber although, in fact, he was very much that person.
            The night went on much like that with Judy and Betty talking about flowers and other likes of the female persuasion while Frank sat off to the side adding to the conversation only when Judy asked his opinion on something.  He wished that just once one of the plant men would show up so he would have someone to talk to, but he didn’t mind much sitting there with Judy because he knew she was enjoying herself and that made him happy.
While Judy and Betty started talking about the new living room sets down at Dunbar’s Furniture, Frank decided he would get everyone some punch.  “I’m going up to get a drink, would anyone care for one?”
“Sure,” was the unanimous yell that came from the table, some more excited than others.
Up at the punch table, Frank thought to himself that Joe was such a snob.  He couldn’t stand that a man whose job description was to truly care about the well being of others was such a jerk.  Therefore, he decided to add a pinch of salt and pepper to Joe’s drink.  He thought that would be just the right amount of spice to spark up a conversation with the man he despised the most at the party.  While he was adding the grains, he pretended that it was actually rat poison and that after one drink he would never have to see Joe talk about his money again, but he knew that he was just too nice to do that to another human being although Joe had no problem socially murdering him throughout the ball.
While walking back to the table, hands full of glasses, Frank tripped over a chord that had been spread across the room to plug in the stereo.  Punch went all over him and the people around him.  He sat there on the floor for a few seconds after it happened thinking the punch to be blood on his outfit, because at that moment he just wished he was dead.  Everyone in the room, the whole town, was staring at him.  Some were pointing, and all were laughing.  Well, that is everyone but Judy, who came running to his rescue. 

 To Be Continued.......

© 2011, Austin A. Searfoss

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

"...Because I Knew You, I Have Been Changed for Good"

This post is dedicated to all the educators out there--pre-service, in-service, and retired. Thank you for everything that you do!


"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops." ~Henry Brooks Adams


TEACHERS WHO HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE:

  • Dianne Searfoss (High School English Teacher, Mother)-She TAUGHT me almost everything I've learned in life, and she has always fostered my love for writing, literature, and imagination.
  • Connie Salisbury (3rd Grade Teacher)-She TAUGHT me that a teacher's passion can shine brightly in the classroom (Elvis and Chocolate), and it was in her class that I first realized that school was fun and that I loved learning.
  • Lois Schumucker (3rd Grade Teacher)-She TAUGHT me that Science and Math, two subjects that I wasn't too fond of, could be exciting, entertaining, and fun--it all depended on how they were taught.
  • Barbara Guilliam (Late 5th Grade Teacher)-She TAUGHT me that a teacher will always be there for you, a teacher will always care, and a teacher will continuously live in the lives of others even after she is gone.
  • Shane Martin (Jr. High English Teacher)-He TAUGHT me that writing could be fun, and he was one of the first teachers to foster my love for English. He was my first male teacher, so he showed me that males can do a terrific job in a rather female-dominated career and that students need male teachers who are great role models.
  • Larry Bunting (High School Math Teacher)-He TAUGHT me that teachers could be the definition of "cool", and we should always stand up for what we believe in.
  • Deb Meyers (High School Technology Teacher)-She TAUGHT me to never lose sight of what I want in life, and she opened my eyes to the fact that there is so much out there in the world by showing me N.Y.C.
  • Sharon Hess (High School Science Teacher)-She TAUGHT me that I was an excellent writer no matter what I was writing about, and this helped influence my change of majors in college. She also taught me to never give up and always try my best at anything and everything I do.
  • Kelli Malchow (High School English Teacher)-She TAUGHT me that reading and writing can be fun for everyone in one way or another, and I should never be afraid to be myself. I always will value her creative teaching style, the compassion she has to see her students succeed, and her willingness to get to know her students as human beings. She is the epitome of who I want to be.
  • Marianna Hofer (College English Professor, Academic Adviser)-She TAUGHT me that my writing was excellent and that English was the right field for me. I changed majors from science to English and education with her encouragement. She also taught me that you don't have to do everything by the book; sometimes you have to make your own trail through life, and lifting your front foot to start that trail is half the battle. I eventually want to continue on with my schooling and become a college English professor, an English professor like her.
  • Christine Denecker (College English Professor, Circle K Adviser)-She TAUGHT me that there are various ways to teach English in order to make it fun, and a teacher should be someone who cares not only about making a difference in the lives of their students, but they should take the time to make the community a better place as well.
  • Gary Johnson (College English Professor, Dean)-He TAUGHT me that reading is more than just reading words on a page; each piece of text opens up doors to the world of cognitive thinking. I will never read a piece of literature the same again after taking his Literary Criticism class.
  • Chris Underation (College Communications Professor)-He TAUGHT me that a class made up of mostly lectures can still be a blast for students; it all depends on how the teacher teaches.
  • Diana Montague (College Communications Professor)-She TAUGHT me that there is much more to a film than just watching it for the sake of watching it; every movie I watch now is an educational experience.
  • Dorthy Copas (College Education Professor)-She TAUGHT me that getting to know your students is essential and that it makes the classroom a happy and joyous place to be.
  • Elizabeth Raker (College Education Professor)-She TAUGHT me that teaching takes place inside and outside the classroom, and that I can enjoy teaching no matter the subject area nor the age level of students (i.e. History Comes Alive at Litzenberg Farm).
  • Kim Forget (College Education Professor)-She TAUGHT me that it is okay to laugh, sing, and dance in front of your students and that laughter goes a long way in the classroom.
  • Alvin Trusty (College Education Professor)-He TAUGHT me that computers and technology can mesh with education to form quite a pleasing and enjoyable environment.
  • Penny Soboleski (College Education Professor, UFOSEA Adviser)-She TAUGHT me that teaching is a busy profession, but regardless how busy you are and how stressed out you might get, you must continue on with a smile on your face and always possess a joyous attitude. She also taught me what it means to truly care for each and every student, how to make storybooks come alive, and that it is definitely okay to show your sensitive side in the classroom.
  • Karen Ackerman-Spain (College Education Professor)-She TAUGHT me that teaching is a gift that can be re-opened every day and that we have the ability to be teachers in every aspect of our daily lives.
  • Buzz Dyer (College Eduction Professor)-He TAUGHT me that a teacher should never be afraid to have fun, smile, and laugh. He also taught me that common sense is the best textbook in life.
  • Ben Sapp (College Education Professor, Mazza Director)-He TAUGHT me that I shouldn't be afraid to love art and literature despite the fact that I'm a male, and students' love for imagination should be fostered no matter how old they are.
  • Jerry Mallett (College Education Professor, Mazza Founder)-He TAUGHT me that literature and art are both true gifts that should be shared with all the children of the world, young and old.
  • Julie McIntosh (College Education Professor, Dean)-She TAUGHT me that teachers are professionals in and outside the classroom and that management is the essential component that makes a classroom run smoothly. She also taught me that teachers have to be flexible and that they should always make time for students who need guidance and/or help.
  • Brian Bratt (Junior Block and Student Teaching Cooperating Teacher)-He TAUGHT me that English teachers who are males are very interesting individuals and that if you respect your students, they will respect you. He also showed me that you can bring various projects into the English classroom in order to make the subject interesting and enjoyable for your students--it's not all about reading and writing.
  • Trisha Heestand (Late Colleague, Classmate, Friend)-She TAUGHT me that the characteristics of a teacher can be alive and well in a person even before they receive a degree, and a teacher never really dies because they will forever live in the lives of those that they have taught and touched throughout their life, no matter if it happens to be a long or short life.
  • Vicky Thompson-Hayes (Tap Dance Instructor)-She TAUGHT me to dance through life, and that no matter what brings me down, I will always have my dancing shoes to get me by.
MOVIES THAT HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE AND TEACHING PHILOSOPHY
  • Dead Poets Society (Touchstone Pictures, 1989)
  • Dangerous Minds (Hollywood Pictures, 1995)
  • Billy Elliott (Universal Focus, 2000)
  • I Am Sam (New Line Cinema, 2001)
  • School of Rock (Paramount Pictures, 2003)
  • Finding Neverland (Miramax Films, 2004)
  • Little Miss Sunshine (Fox Searchlight Pictures, 2006)
  • The Ron Clark Story (Alberta Film Entertainment, 2006)
  • Chalk (SomeDaySoon Productions, 2006)
  • Freedom Writers (Paramount Pictures,2007)
  • Charlie Bartlett (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, 2007)
  • Smart People (Miramax Films, 2008)
  • Waiting for Superman (Walden Media, 2010)
  • That's What I Am (WWE Studios, 2011)

BOOKS THAT HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE AND TEACHING PHILOSOPHY
  • The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger (Little, Brown and Company, 1951)
  • Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (Covici Friede, 1937)
  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith (Harper & Brothers, 1943)
  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (J. B. Lippincott & Co., 1960)
  • Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak (Harper & Row, 1963)
  • I Never Told Anybody: Teaching Poetry Writing in a Nursing Home by Kenneth Koch (Random House, 1977)
  • The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg (Atheneum, 1998)
  • Trade Secrets for Middle and Secondary Teachers by Billie Enz, et.al. (Kendall Hunt, 2002)
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (Doubleday, 2003)
  • I Choose to Stay by Salome Thomas-El (Kensington, 2004)
  • Teacher Man by Frank McCourt (Scribner, 2005)
  • Content Literacy for Today's Adolescents (Prentice Hall, 2006)
  • Learning to Teach by Billie Enz, et. al. (Kendall Hunt, 2007)
  • The English Teacher's Companion by Jim Burke (Heinemann, 2007)
  • Teach With Your Heart by Erin Gruwell (Broadway, 2008)
  • The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch (Hyperion, 2008)
  • A Memento Sent by the World by Marianna Hofer (Word Press, 2008)
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and thank you for being you. You chose to be a teacher not because you wanted to make big bucks, not because you wanted to have a fancy mansion and European cars, not because you wanted to become a millionaire before you were thirty, but because you wanted to make a DIFFERENCE, and that choice was PRICELESS. Thanks for making a DIFFERENCE in MY LIFE by being my TEACHER. The DIFFERENCE you have made in MY LIFE has influenced my future in the same profession as you, that of a TEACHER! 

Feel free to leave comments to this post about teachers who have changed your life or the reason why you chose teaching as a profession. :)

The 9 to 5 Life



~For Mother

Wake up and walk downstairs to the
kitchen table that shines so triumphantly
due to the morning sun coming through
the picturesque wall-sized window.

Pour the flakes of corn into a bowl that
reminds you of your mother when she
would make you breakfast before you
headed off to school with a full stomach.

Start the faucet to the shower that you
used to fall asleep in every morning
 waiting for the water to turn from hot to
cold, eventually bringing you to wake.

Set out your clothing for the day on
your bed-shirt, pants, shoes-making sure
that every inch of fabric is tailored just
right to fit your given mood at the time.

Back to the kitchen, eat the cereal faster
than you used to, for getting to work seems
more important than getting to school was
back when your mother would drive you.

Hop in the shower in which the water is
already turning cold; there is no time or
need to fall asleep now for the water is
there to cleanse you, not to alarm.

Put on the clothes in the same order that
you set them out-shirt, pants, shoes-to
ensure that the mood you set earlier remains
in their threads now and for the rest of the day.

Head out the door, hop in the car, and drive
away slowly looking back to the picturesque
kitchen window that reflects the sun, reminding
you of exactly how simple life used to be.

© 2009, Austin A. Searfoss

A Poet Without a Muse -or- Thoughts of Emily D.


~In Honor of Emily Dickinson


My papers sit empty along with my mind.
My chest is vacant, my heart I can’t find.
I last saw it shattered in pieces across that cold floor,
As you trampled them over on your way out the door.

My verses once filled pages for you—
I wrote from my heart, for you were my muse.
Each poem showcased you in lyrical form
Until you ended it all with that silent storm.

I sit here now with nothing to write,
Holding back my feelings, holding back the fight.
I don’t know what to say or what to do—
I guess I just really loved writing for you.

My life is now empty for you were my everything—
I could picture you in almost anything.
You were the songs that I heard and the sights that I saw,
The thoughts I thought up and the art I would draw.

The day you left my life, my art disappeared,
Just as my eyes became masked by the tears.
My thoughts became distant, just as your soul—
My mind flew away without my control.

I saw you pass by (in my mind) the other day,
And I thought of so much to write and say.
However, I realized that my thoughts had no use,
For I was no longer your poet and you were no longer my muse.

© 2009, Austin A. Searfoss