Sunday, March 31, 2013

FOR TEACHERS - open learning & assessment

LINK to previous portion of discussion: http://sabatinifamilystories.blogspot.com/2013/03/our-home-schooling-grading-system-has.html

Michelle: ... I would like to share my situation and read about your ideas. I teach in "collégial", a order of education that only exists in Québec (Canada). My students are young adults and the courses last about 60 hours in 15 weeks. We are subject to the "Commission d'évaluation de l'enseignement collégial" who stipulate that we have to evaluate the skills of our students individually. My concern is : if I encourage (more than what i'm doing now) social creativity, what about the coherence of evaluation?

I teach web development, so the social creativity is a big part of the work the students will do, but I would like to go further with this theme...

Does someone has the same "problem"? Do you have some ideas or reflexions?

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My Response

     Michelle, I have one student. She is a prototype because she is family. My children were also homeschooled. We used our lessons with many children, but only family had to worry about grades in our homeschooling. Each of the assessments done on our children were/are done before any assignments are started. The assessment is built into the learning process structure by providing a measuable base-line starting and finishing point to determine mastery of the criteria identified. Milestones are identified and quizzed/tested or otherwise demonstrated before continuing. Achievement at each point is reinforced.
 
The baseline measurements are conducted at the beginning of school term and determines a working-level of the student’s knowledge level of in language and math. All of the lessons are then tailed to include "reading in the content areas," and "writing in the content areas" philosophy. We use English*, Math, Computers and Writing to explore and report on each subject. We may use Science as a backdrop for many theme lessons that include all the other skills. Science is also mated to social issues when subjects include the planet, geology, environmental or green energy, water or human rights and justice issues as we study, for example, how to participate in society...Social Studies. 

      Social studies is another of the theme subjects in which the reading, writing, math, and presentation is used. All of the presentations, in our Internet-based, open-education, terminate with a computer depiction of one significant element of the subject learned. It could be as simple an essay in Word, to and Internet Search for data and a review of citing and references in English. All the mechanics are driven by the interest in the subject.
 
There are variations between what you and I would come up with because you have to make assumptions based on what they can do so you know what you can ask of them. Then make sure you verify that they have the method to progress and a manner to determine whether or not the lesson is learned. The student complies with the guidelines of curriculum to achieve a passing grade (preferably within class time segments of 1 hour each lesson (even if the lesson is achieving or making progress toward a milestone).
 
 MY ADVICE:   Think about designing your lesson like you are doing a puzzle that goes into the frame. Start with frame subjects, or subject that generates investigate questions, like in our Social Studies, we are studying the Constitution. Our family believes she should learn about Constitutional Law to the degree that she may begin to actively take part in our self-governing process. This is accomplished by applying it to contemporary issues and current events. She is researching and discussing the gun laws and public outcry on many fronts. She combs the stories she finds in the media, looking for trends and common arguments. She considers her own views, looking for credible arguments to state her point. She must also state her understanding of opposing points of view. She has written essays, and the content was reviewed by a specific process. One of my favorite parts of homeschooling is my student’s willingness to humor me in my compulsion to micro-manage the editing phases of writing. Their ideas are discussed and preserved; grammar, punctuation and syntax are reviewed for the mechanics. .

·         sentence by sentence when the 1st draft is done. Construct (original content)

·          Deconstruct/Reconstruct (using English grammar lessons in applied usage)

·          Final Edit: For presentation flow and potential holes in the argument.

·         ALL work for presentation on her transcript website will go through this process.

(Science is another theme subject upon which to build and she is learning Astronomy, as her chosen elective class. I hope to have many visual projects in her lessons for astronomy because it is such a visual science now!)
 
     I showed you how to build different subjects together for a liberal arts-based education. Your modules will have to be crafted in general (for the class), and tailored for specific applications of the content you teach (for each student). Because the formation of our specific applications will differ from your subject need, you will be able to think about how the learning process itself provides the clues for incorporating the measurement of change over the course of lessons as they are made understood.
Planning ahead of time will help you 1) Determine the learning hierarchies and 2) map the milestones of progress from "pres-test understanding" through "post-test mastery." It is very process oriented. For that reason, it is measurable according to our models. The models will be reviewed, in brief, on the transcript, along with the lesson products by the student. She will also, by the way, be grading her own perception of progress as a student in each subject in an end of term self-evaluation form-- for on-going reinforcement for ownership of her own education.

      The product is the demonstration that some level of mastery has been achieved. When it must be measurable (as in math) we construct a measuring instrument based on pre/post test patterns. In the creative arts, there are guidelines for working on the craft of writing or other presentation methods. There are many on the computer. She uses math websites for math drills, and quizzes that are both graded and time calculated by the program. (free sites will be reviewed as part of her computer class). We have started working with Scratch, PowerPoint, and Google Blogs along with the old stand-bys of Microsoft Word and Google Search for graphics and other items, including links for further study.

           I am chronicling the development of the process, so that we may leave the model of it as an educational tool for other people. For you, you may just want to use the tool. However, outlining your method makes you someone with a good idea that can be taught, as well as shared. Take whatever you learn from teaching, and pass it on!
 
Thank you for your interest and for providing a very good question about our lessons.

*English includes not only reading, but also studying the vernacular of the subject.

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A Family Narrative: Outstanding History of Blacks in America

As I move around in my mind for other topic areas to discuss in this family blog, I have avoided some very obvious ones. Tragedy. Violence. Racism. There are some family stories that won't be told and there are many more that will never find room in our blog because of the sheer magnitude of events that happen in several generations. Race became a central issue of life for me at a very young age. It continues to be first and foremost in my thoughts when I hear about challenges to Civil Rights, voting rights, the penal system, the gun laws. But I am more interested in letting you see a widely seen, beautifully told, and completely ignored for the teaching tool that it is. This should be a part of every child in America's education, no matter the race. The truth hurts. But without it, you'll never find the real wounds. Band-aids for old problems need to be torn away and the problem rooted out. Justice demands an equal freedom in American Law. We work for the day when it will be true.

The Original Roots Movie took the nation by storm can tell you that this movie pulled up old wounds in a new generation that was already suffering from gross mistreatment and the understanding to recognize it. Our peacemaker ways resulted in having to skip school the day after Kizzy was sold because our well-being was threatened at school. We had to re-educate people about the fact that my family was still in Italy when it happened. They reminded me that the system was still there and I was still white, entitled to all the privileges they could not yet claim. I did not feel privileged, but I didn't really (at that time) know how to explain my innocence. I really wanted to see for myself what stories were written, what story-telling was there to show it to me from a human point of view? And then it happened. Alex Haley's ROOTS, mini-series was aired on national television, starting on a Sunday and running all week through the following Sunday. I hold this to be a national treasure of a tale, beyond the scope any history book used in schools. We are allowed, as self-teachers, to seek the master-teachers on a subject. Alex Haley's work has such mastery.

Roots I: The Original. Kunta Kinte, the first African brought to America as a slave, following the story of his family, carried through oral tradition. Alex Haley, through the family lineage of his mother, wrote a Best Seller book about his research and oral tradition "breadcrumbs back" to the links of each generation.
NOTE: I have to find a new link for the original Roots. I will post it as soon as it can be located.


Queen: Following the story tells Kunta Kinte's father's family. I just found this. Never knew about it. An ALL-STAR CAST, including a young Halley Barry and Jasmine Guy, with Anne Margaret and Martin Sheen, among many others. Carrying another family history forward.
(shown on You Tube in segments that you can follow)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6nXA1WHTug&list=PL95906753B1A3FE63&index=1

Queen II: The continuation of the above story.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESZ4MuMrQHw&list=PL95906753B1A3FE63


Roots II: The Next Generations (shown on You Tube in segments that you can follow)
It is as arresting and dramatic as the first, but ringing really true with generations who are alive today.
p.s. the dramatic rendition --in a further segment--of one of the "Jim Crow" songs and dance. Hatefully sung, it fills in the rest of what people meant when they used this term. Definition is fading in 2013, many of these attitudes are, unfortunately, still kicking.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRybrLoLD1s

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Our Home Schooling Grading System Has Changed








Since we have developed an Internet-based OPEN EDUCATION for our newest homeschooler, we have altered the way in which we document our grading system. How did you do that?

I am so glad that you asked! I have an idea that I believe you will be very happy to learn about. My niece is being home schooled right now and we are creating a Website Transcript. It is devoted to 1) Showcasing her projects completed and ready to publicly share such as papers, slideshows, art, and other as-yet-undiscovered creative forms of expression. 2) Pre-Post test scores showing PASS/FAIL to demonstrate mastery of the course criteria. 3) Links to connect with ongoing research in the content area. 4) A blog site discussing any topic under study, with sign off approval by teacher (linking school-related blogs to the transcript website). 5) Curriculum planner biography; facilitating instructor biography; experts/consultants who contributed ideas biography; theme of OPEN EDUCATION explained with links to further study.

WE DETERMINE assignment completion and sign-off. Our grade system is not A-B-C-D-E-F system. It is pass or not done yet! The criteria for each assignment is met before moving on. We consider all learning cumulative and misinformation will NOT be carried forward. Homeschooling academic platform sharing is so easily done now online. We have an email communication system, where assignment directions, test scores, and links to blogs and website are all filed.

Create your documentation to suite what you are doing and NOT change what you are doing to match someone else's documentation.

Create your own documents of assessment and put them together in a way that people will look at them and KNOW your students can demonstrate their mastery in many ways, not just filling out a ditto sheet. If you have any questions, feel free to check out our blog, The Family, where we talk about our homeschool in several blogs. By the middle of the summer, her Website Transcript will be available for educational purposes to show others how we are developing it throughout the term. Very exciting possibilities for home schooling as OPEN EDUCATION!

Below is the first blog that our homeschooler wrote. It is Arin's first family narrative about cooking, with our Sabatini Italian sauce recipe attached. It will be in this site that her eventual academic website will be shared with others, as we teach others how we teach. At 13 years old, with her first blog, she has already been viewed over 200 times, and this includes views from overseas, and that is in a week. As an aspiring author, we don't limit her progress to meeting our assignments alone, we also allow her to develop ideas for her own independent writing ideas (with approval and coaching). SHE has to define what she is learning (Questions, hypothesis of what she will find, research, review and consider findings, conclude and justify conclusion with evidence/data, observation, and critical thinking) and ALWAYS producing a presentation of her subject using any number of online tools to do so. She has a wonderful powerpoint presentation about Astronomy that will also be added to her personal homeschool blog and our Family blog. Her homeschooling blog is monitored by the adults, but she is encouraged to share her homeschool experiences with her former classmates who wonder what she is doing now. That's for them, not for us!

http://sabatinifamilystories.blogspot.com/2013/03/family-cooking.html
 
BTW: With the first round of children that were homeschooled, we made books, graphs, charts, art, gardens, animal habitats and many forms of writing. I have crates of the stuff and they are precious to me. However, the Internet DOES provide a wonderful way to store, review and share lessons learned much better. My children started high school in freshman (son) and senior (daughter) year. Although she ultimately graduated with a 4.0 GPA and PERFECT ATTENDANCE at her school, she was denied the right to be valedictorian at her school because of her association with home schooling. She was given, instead, a decoration of honor. However, they did not accept my written transcript of her previous work, classifiying her as a freshmen from the start of the school year until February, when her teachers indicated that she exceeded classroom curriculum requirements. After Valentine's day she was allowed to jump from freshman to honors senior over night. The website transcript will be superior to a typical transcript because the work is demonstrated and can be viewed without extraneous effort. We live, we learn, we teach, we share.


EXCHANGE BETWEEN Nancy, SITE AUTHOR AND M.I.T. Learn Creative Learning Lab 
RE:  the above school assignment on using Narratives and Story-telling in Open Education for Home Schooling.
Fred Bartels

Nancy, I really like the approach you are taking. Reminds me a but of this approach for an unschool.
 
http://prezi.com/7mcx3dha-ef0/brainstorming-plans-for-the-online-progressive-unschool-opus/



My Response: WOW! I never even heard of them. I started checking it out and the structure is quite similar except that our workspace is Google+ using Gmail, Blogger, and soon to add Webite. Like a manufacturing line, good ideas start with our email structure of class folders. Then we present when an assignment is completed and presentation is a step 2 to get credit for it as a showcase piece. Then, it goes to the media sites to spread our teachings. We currently use Google+, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn and Yahoo mail, as we determine the interested audiences. We plan to promote this as an alternative to something maybe less. We have to share our accomplishments and work with them. We take suggestions from free educational thinkers happily. Thank you! No surprises for you, I am adding these comments to the blog above because your contributions are awesome and should be shared.


Fred Bartels

Nancy, Just to be clear, the OPuS Prezi is a proposal for an unschool, not a living entity.

My Response
Duly noted. Thank you.

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The Sabatini Family Considers and Adopts Marriage Equality

I am still unfolding the many lessons of open education and family narratives, even as I work to construct a learning source to people that I love, and people that I don't know. I am both student and teacher at this point. I would like to continue to invite other voices into our family blog because we LISTEN to others and form our understandings based on our willingness to consider new things. I had to learn this skill as an Italian-American child who stayed behind in Detroit after White Flight. I saw how dangerous and nasty discrimination can be towards people. It harms the innocent. It discourages the honest. I hurts the people who love because love is the only strength that can be completely relied upon.
 
Has our family see gay relationships? Does a bear scratch its ass in the woods? We are just like everyone else in America. We are watching people break free from the channeled lives they were destined to follow, according to someone else's ideas and adopting their own. WE, as Americans, claim our own lives, our own rights to self-define, to self-express, and to self-respect. We claim our own lives and must, therefore, allow others to do the same. If not: HOMESCHOOL MINI-LESSON: Look up the word HYPOCRITE and 'think on it for a bit.' Open your mind by understanding that you cannot ask for something you are unwilling to give. Freedom to love, and to build a life with another, is America's non-interference with your pursuit of happiness. Tell your stories. Listen to other's stories. That's how we can move beyond our own thinking, and contemplate possibilities that open eyes may see, open hearts may carefully consider, and open minds may find understanding. Fear and Hate crush understanding.
 
This is someone's story, in a brief video-commercial, to demonstrate the humanity of humans. Tolerance and acceptance of differences are necessary if the world, or even just America, is trying to come together and teach its future how to remember and know what we have already learned. This SHOULD BE one of the lessons to pass on. Open Education will become incredibly weakened if the communion of knowlege continues to be held back by twisted, indiscriminate hate towards others that don't look like (or always act like) us. I support marriage equality. I support the next generation's right to self-define America AWAY from HISTORICALLY grounded HATE, fear, INTOLERANCE.
 
 
This makes my heart feel tender towards my LGBT family because I know you have to sacrifice your acceptance among many people to keep your prefered loves. The Sabatini family has no known member that holds any prejudice towards our LGBT family members, and therefore have already been taught by our own members to love and accept others as well. I am proud of my family's belief in love, unsundered. We love you. (Some of the spouses coming into the family had to spend time with us to learn the same tolerance we have as a family. They have all been successful.)
 
Happy Easter. If you celebrate this holiday, remember that LOVE for us is the reason for this day. Let us give love back and show Him we understand love. If you don't, please pray for it to be known to you. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love is Love is Love is Love.......

Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Sabatini Family Loves Humor - Political Sattire

Note: Not everyone in the extended family agrees with or endorses the following information. I do. I wrote it. njb <<blog author>>

I thought about withholding this drift to the far left on our family page, but all those lessons in Civil Rights wasn't applied to sitting at home and avoiding controversy. If you're going to teach about political change, biting political sattire may come up. I seek sensible peace and that includes pointing out the absurdities with absurdities. You just were given the key to one of my other Blog Sites, BellWork-inProgress. Have a look around.

https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5394643062755118577#allposts/postNum=0

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Friday, March 29, 2013

A Sabatini Story-teller Meets Homelessness in Detroit


A Sabatini Family Story teller Meets the Homeless in Detroit

     Family narratives often involve taking the images of strangers, and trying to make sense of them, as we share our interesting experiences. Do we really know them? As Peace advocates we teach about diversity. We work at, and teach others to see, beauty in the people we see and meet. I cannot be content to believe the rumor and stereotype nooses that strangle chances for community harmony. I am working against bigotry and prejudice, erasing in me, predefined categories of dislike and distrust. I deal with individuals.

     Our community activists showed us to use peaceful tactics and peaceful lessons to teach one another. Our community story tellers brought that hidden beauty out for others to see, when looking first at people they did not understand. Black, White, Hispanic, Mixed, Gay and Straight, Old and Young, Immigrants or Citizens, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Atheist. Our community was diverse. I live and share my beliefs on tolerance and sensible peace.

     In high school, I developed a habit of staying on the bus, past my school stop, to find a good place to sit and watch people in downtown Detroit. I ended up changing schools in junior year to avoid a serious drop in GPA after devoting almost a whole term to my self-guided lessons in people watching. My mother was not pleased, but I legally signed myself out of school (in Michigan, this can be done at age 16) and devoted my focus to watching my world from the eyes of a writer, or story teller.

     I wanted my Detroit characters to be understood compassionately. in terms of the assumptions we make, to tell a worthy tale about worthy people. To do that, I had to be able to relate.

     One day I was watching out a restaurant window at “Stella,” an elderly homeless woman who pretty much lived in a doorway of a door boarded up, with a stoop, in Detroit. My people watching included watching Stella and all the others who passed through her small world. How did people look at her? What was the body language of those who glanced up and saw her? How long did they look? Did they smile? Did they make eye-contact?  Some stepped away from her, pretending not to notice her at all, while compensating for steps away from her at the same time. Other’s stopped and dropped change. People create the context of other people’s lives.

     This story is about Stella’s life as a poetic human being. The passers-by are real. Stella is real. The rose bud was real. Placing myself mentally in her position, as a writer, I watch her world through her supposed eyes, so others may see what I saw. For a moment, see the human.

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Stella’s Time Shadows

     Stella lived in a doorway. She was an older woman, although she no longer kept track of time .. at least not according to her age. When you are homeless, and take refuge in a doorway, time only shows its face with the passing of the sun and the change of seasons. Other than that, time changes its meaning.

     In the morning, Stella watched the sun’s light sweep night’s shadow into pieces, which crawled into any space that would hide them. There, they would wait quietly until the light receded, again allowing shadows to flow freely together and out into the world. By evening, the shadows became a liquid giant, reaching out to clasp its fingers across the city. Night’s shadow found an eerie voice in the night breezes and winds. Even still, night gave Stella rest, by offering her a blanket of privacy from casual eyes.

     In the summer, the sun’s heat was a thing to take cover from. In the winter, its warmth was the first thing Stella greeted with gladness each day. In fact, the sun was Stella’s only consistent company, and her activities depended on its clock. The doorway that Stella lived in was located at the edge of Detroit’s Greek Town. The door was always locked, and the building behind it was used for storage. Nevertheless, it sat on the skirt of the posh restaurant circuit, near Trapper’s Alley, a mall for the wealthy. The prohibitive prices made even window shopping a discouragement for those who could not do more than imagine purchase. Even the restaurants were a few and far between experience for me.

     The mornings were the best time for Stella, because they were quiet and still, except for the sounds of traffic and the passersby who held jobs in the area. She would be free to scrounge for food another day, away from the eyes of those who would be repulsed by such a thing. Stella checked the garbage bins for scraps. If it held its shape, and nothing was growing on it, and it didn’t smell horrible, it was breakfast. She made sure she was safely back on her perch by the time the eyes of the afternoon lunch crowd arrived.

     Stella watched most people only from the knees down. Legs with business attire arrived, usually in groups, and usually in a hurry. Sometimes change would be dropped to the ground, but Stella would ignore it until the legs moved off. Even though the lunch crowd ws busy, it was the dinner crowd that the district spent most of its time preparing for. The dinner crowd was mostly expensive cars and high-heeled women who never made an appearance without their glittering jewelry. And then there were the men, who laughed loudly at their own jokes as they passed.

     Mostly, Stella watched the legs because the faces became a parade of reactions toward the woman in the doorway. Tattered coat, unkempt hair, leaning on plastic bags holding her belongings, Stella didn’t care to be gawked at, at all. She saw the worry and horror pass across new faces as, just for a moment, they were inclined to imagine what it would’ve been like to be her on that stoop. The stoop was little bigger than a doormat, but it blocked wind and rain, and so happily became home for Stella. Then she would watch the faces melt, like hot wax, into either pity or contempt, and she had little patience for either. So, she watched legs.

     Stella used to BE a pair of high-heeled feet once, too. But, over the years she had retreated into her own way of thinking, and she found herself denied access to sitting at such tables as the ones in Greek Town. They wee bitter choices she made, thinking to choose her “self’ over her “things.” As Stella chose her “self,” she found herself saying goodbye to her things, one loss at a time. Sometimes, on the stoop, she wondered where the advantage of her choices lie. Other times, she was gaggingly convinced that she didn’t need to repeat it again to herself.

     Stella watched the dinner crowd’s legs, oblivious to the shadow pieces that progressively came out of their hiding places. Unperturbed, she held a broken rose in her hand, retrieved from the sidewalk a couple dozen thoughts ago. A bud, it would never open, broken and left behind by the high-heeled feet that could’ve taken proper care of it. She saw an ironic similarity between herself and the rose, as the good care it needed was beyond her. The rose, too, was a transient. Stella knew it would quickly succumb to time’s shadows.

     The edges would turn black, as it was slowly robbed first of its glamour, and then its life. The rose could not fight against time’s shadows. Its lifeblood would continue to drain from it, from the edges inward, oblivious to its own changes. Stella held the rose to her chest for a moment, thinking. Then she let it drop, and she closed her eyes. She leaned her head against the doorway, letting the shadows flow over her without resistance. But, unlike the rose, Stella would wake to a new tomorrow. With that thought, she slept. Her time shadows were defeated for another night.

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     News about Stella from my sister L.A.: The community eventually took up a collection that put her in a nursing home where she appeared to be in a healthier and less risky place than to sleep than her doorway. For years she lived in Greek Town, as a regular stranger in its midst.

 There are currently an average of over 35 million people in the United States that are homeless each year. They are real people. They are not strangers in America, they are us. http://www.google.com/search?q=homelessness+in+America&hl=en&rlz=1T4SKPT_enUS425US425&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=f9RVUfGVL5DM9ASg34CABw&ved=0CDsQsAQ&biw=1311&bih=588

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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Taken Off






About Writing and Story-telling, Spankings and Thinking


About Writing and Story-telling, Spankings and Thinking

Yes, they ARE Related!

ABOUT WRITING AND STORY TELLING

I was asked recently how I got started writing and my immediate response was, “I think I was one from birth but that can’t be right, I think it took a little longer than that to learn how to grasp a crayon!” (Jessica Johnson at EPB, mentioning her kindness today) The truth is, the Sabatini family came together each holiday as a family of story tellers. We all learned how to tell stories about ourselves, life, and made-up spooky, comedic, and/or adventure stories, too. I used to tell my little sister L.A. (and Suzy and Jay-Bird) bedtime stories when we were still young enough to believe in monsters in the closet and under the bed. We would lay down in the dark and I would tell her all the stories I could think of, mostly fairy tales (The Brementown Musicians [L.A.’s favorite: http://german.about.com/library/bllesen07E.htm], Stone Soup, Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales, Aesop’s Tales, Snow White and Rose Red, The Boy Who Liked to Draw Cats, and The Friendly Giant, etc.) Finally, I started making my own up.

On rainy days, or just a couple handfuls of summer nights, Ralph used to regale the kids on our block who came to our huge front porch to listen to him telling stories. We would sit, stand, squat or lean around in a fireside-like huddle (no fire, just Ralph) and let him take us wherever his brilliant imagination would take us. (Even when we fought as kids, we respected each other’s story telling.) Ralph would use his voice, varying his tone, the rhythm of his speech, and volume, using pauses and a wide range of facial expressions, all the while, we would be waiting for the PUNCH. He always got us. Whether it was a scary story or a tale with a comical punch line, his timing was everything. He would watch us, and wait for the faces to be screwed up in anticipation, hearts pounding, trying to guess the moment it would come, and BAM. He’d get us again. Uncle Joe’s and Uncle Bernie’s jokes were like that.

Only Uncle Joe would wait for the opportunity to burst in with Uncle Bernie’s punch line right before he could say it himself, right before Uncle Bernie. Uncle Bernie would not be happy, especially since everyone was giving the laughter to Uncle Joe’s punch line instead of Uncle Bernie, and also because Uncle Bernie was HAD again! Only a big brother could keep getting away with such antics. We loved it, and learned from the master in creating build up, anticipation, timing, and a worthy GOTCHA. We were always a family that liked to laugh, as well as eat, and share stories. It is no wonder that all of us have passed that story telling love along to each other. My children have been asking me for years to share the stories I told them. (They got tired of being given essays on “Oral Tradition’s value” every time they teamed up on me about it. I loved homeschooling.) Aisha, you were the straw that broke the camel’s back since Jessica and I have already begun conspiring to write humorous stories about our interesting experiences. We used our story telling to commune as a family, sharing something quite intimate in the shared memory of it. We use stories to teach our children, and to console one another in the grief of loved ones. We use stories to think about the future together, and we use stories to discipline. [see below]

FAMILY BRAG: Your father, being a photojournalist for News Week was something that we loved to share as a family. We were proud when was awarded the first  he photographed famous people from Bishop Tutu, to Baryshnikov, to a former President of the United States (during office), and the Great Fall of the Berlin Wall. His photographs of the ’67 riots were pivotal to his career, and the book, “Intersections of South Central: People and Places in Historic and Contemporary Photographshttp://www.caamuseum.org/store/store.php/products/intersections-of-south-central-people-and-places-in-historic-and-contemporary-photographs show not only some of his photographs, but also speaks of his dedication to his own story telling using words AND photographs. You recently published a book, The Fluency of Light: coming of age in a theater of black and white, which I just got in the mail from you. [Thank you, thank you, kisses and hugs…I owe you an essay!] http://www.uiowapress.org/books/2013-spring/fluency-light.htm

I self-published a children’s story, How the Ladybug Got Her Spots, (XLibris, 2003) http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0019956017/How-the-Ladybug-Got-Her-Spots.aspx as pseudo-auto-biography. (OR it could be described as a tale “of living through” the misdirection of every child’s quest to understand self.) I also corporate-published “Back-to-Back With Crack: A Drug Awareness Book for Children (used by the Michigan Education Association in a D.A.R.E. workshop), and authored HIV/AIDS: A Danger in Our Midst, (American-West African AIDS Coalition, Inc.) It is a community based prevention and response manual, used in Ikot Epene, Nigeria, in the fight against the AIDS pandemic. (A revised version for use in the U.S.A. is in the development stage).

 I have never wanted to attach a job with my creative writing, writing training programs and K-12 and Adult and Continuing Education curriculum professionally. As far as personal writing is concerned, I have published many letters to the editor in various periodicals, writing contests here-and-there, and poems from time-to-time, but not really wanting the headache of trying to figure out how to sensibly pack all the things we lived into a single book. I have several other children’s stories in storyboard form, waiting for my children to grow up to turn back to them. What time is it?

In case you didn’t know, I found out Uncle Paul wrote a mystery story but I don’t think he wanted to publish it, finding it enough to have it to share with his grandson, Benjamin. (Correct me if I’m wrong, family) Ralph started writing a history book and he is as great a writer as he was/is a great story teller. Arin is a blooming writer and her wit and intelligence can take her far as a story teller. Being home schooled now, she is working on her own blog site.

FAMILY BRAG: At a city-wide college prep high school with over 4,000 students in 1978, Ralph won the Vocabulary Bee (at Cass Technical High School in Detroit) and was exempt from all his finals as a reward. He was a Chemistry-Biology (called CHEM-BIO) student so he had challenging classes. We were taught by our family as well as our Civil Rights community teachers to learn words and learn how to use them well. He was/is a walking dictionary of finesse and cunning; his words are his magic.

One final word about writing, for now: My mom (also a GREAT story teller) also inspired me to write by finding another format that I was more than willing to use. Letters home. I wrote about my desire to travel early in life and my mother traveled a lot when my Dad was in the navy.

My mom used to write long letters to Grandma, telling all about her travels and experiences. She told me she was “being eyes for Grandma” who loved to travel and did much less than she would have liked. And I have years of letters to my mom and, I still remember the many stories still waiting to be captured beyond my own thoughts and breath.

It is great that we can, from a story telling family, support each other’s work. This blog is more proof!

 

ABOUT SPANKINGS

As a parent, I used story-telling and explanations as a way of teaching my children. I have been called “long winded” by my sister Jessica, and I have had my children actually ask me for a spanking in exchange for being excused from the “lessons” they knew they were about to face in intelligent conversation. They were taught to think about their choices, and they gained or lost privileges based on their responsible actions. They were always allowed to contribute to ideas on the table in decision-making, but as parents, we made the final decisions. Once they were ready, they took over their decisions. I think it was the best and only way for me to raise my children. As American citizens, we are responsible for ourselves as free individuals, and we are responsible for America as a self-governing nation. People try to do with Critical Thinking exercises what we did naturally in conversation with our children. Uncle Paul has told us that physical discipline against children is a form of child abuse when there are other intelligent ways to teach and correct children.

However, my children did get a couple of spankings. Running in the street, playing with electrical sockets/butter knife, hitting one another. That’s it. As an Italian family, we know that Grandpa was a strict disciplinarian, but he was fair. He did hit and at that time, so did everyone else’s parents. They were teaching the concept of CONSEQUENCE. When the new parenting trends eliminated spankings altogether, they seemed in many ways to forget to find other practical ways to demonstrate consequence. My father spanked, my mother didn’t, so when they divorced that was one less worry for us kids. My husband spanked my children a couple of times when they were kids, but mostly he could just give them “THE LOOK.” Every adult in our family knew how to use it. It is a shame that the power of THE LOOK is so under-utilized.

BTW: In my own nuclear family setting, we also employed the use of “Toy Jail.” It was invented as a way to put offending toys left laying around out of circulation until tidier habits are demonstrated—a compromise between throwing toys away and letting the toy problem solve itself. <3

ABOUT THINKING (and “Quiet Time.”)

As a home school parent, I started teaching my two youngest children how to use “Quiet Time” to foster the opportunity to consider…anything…everything. I could never raise a passive receptacle of knowledge any more than I could fit such a box over my own mind. I gave them riddles, and academic challenges for fun. Ralph and I used to do a lot of riddle telling and we made up quite a few of our own riddles. For one brief time in my life, Angelina and I played Dungeons and Dragons with Ralph and his amazing friends, and we were passing through a “Riddle Kingdom” filled with adventures. We had to write riddles and solve them with each other to pass through. (This was a special non-violent edition owning to my daughter Angelina’s tender age—10 years old).

Our imaginations were a requirement of our lives, the way we passed our leisure time and the way we solved life’s most serious problems and challenges. Teaching one’s children to clear their mind of clutter and learn to FOCUS on one thing at a time, build a series of ideas, and form new ideas was easy. They do it naturally, and if guided will astound you with their uncluttered insights! The way I started it was simple. As soon as any kid thought he/she was ready to be done taking afternoon naps, they had to show me they could do “Quiet Time.” I started out at 15 minutes and if they wanted they could look at books, magazines, draw, color, do puzzles or sit and think…quietly. If they fidgeted, they were sent to take a nap and I SAT WITH THEM until they fell asleep so there was no getting around my efforts to control them when it was necessary. After they achieved 15 minutes, I gradually increased the time until they had 1 hour a day when they engaged in quiet activities. This required imagination. Period. They produced some of the most amazing art work, and learned to take the noisiest of adventures by quietly reading. We talked about books and we talked about news. THAT was a Sabatini Tradition!

We were not allowed to be bored. Grandma Sabatini started that idea with us. We had many things to do (I am writing a blog now about the many games available before Internet, T.V. or even Radio!) If we did not find a productive way to occupy our time, we were given chores. Not fun things like dusting usually, but washing walls, hedging lawns, or cleaning up the play area in the basement. We quickly learned to amuse ourselves. As a “Smith Kid,” you’ll see that we created a wonderful world and there is quite a lively debate about whether we were wonderful or rotten. Personally, I sit on both sides of that fence!

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Monday, March 25, 2013

Setting My Sights Sky High & Ending Up In Israel

When I was 13 years old, I attended a Career Planning Day at my middle school. After so many years, it stands out in my memory as a life-changing event because on that day, I set my sights Sky High.

The students were broken up into discussion groups and we were tasked with identifying our 3 top choices of a future career for ourselves, and to share them and discuss them with the group. There were several adults from various careers who volunteered to facilitate that day, and the facilitator for our group gave us some time to talk, and then joined us to guide our discussion. When I was called upon to share my ideas, I told them I only had ONE goal, and that was to get on an airplane out of there. I remember the facilitator telling me that if my only aspiration was to be on a plane, I should at least have a particular destination in mind. I thought about it, and answered, “somewhere far away.” He determined for me that either I set my sights too low, or that I was refusing to cooperate with the assignment and moved on to the next student, shaking his head at me as if we had some private joke. I, of course, was serious.

The more I thought about it, and I did think about it, the more I realized that my answer was the only honest answer I could give because I wanted to prepare my eyes to see over the rim of my city and see what other lives could be lived. I wanted to see some other options. Detroit is my mother city, but it is kind to no one. The lessons learned were hard ones, valuable though they most assuredly were. Words like “non-conformist,” and “free-thinker,” empowered me privately as I held onto my urge to see the world. I never wanted to see myself as being defined as a person, open to scrutiny and misunderstanding. Instead, I saw myself as a designer of a life worth living, by my own standards.

At 16 years old, I “fished my wish,” in a very BIG WAY; I got to travel. My family was poor, comprised of a single mom, five kids (and a dog), all active in our community. I think I went to almost as many meetings as Congress. We were on welfare and food stamps, dealing with food and heat issues, safety issues, and violence and drugs were moving into our neighborhoods. How I could continue to believe that I was going to travel is ironic, since even my daily bus ride downtown was tedious, often dangerous, and always challenging. However, I spent my 16th birthday in Washington, D.C., as a Detroit Representative at a National Convention for the Coalition for Peaceful Integration. I watched snow falling on the Capitol Building at midnight, when my birthday started, thinking this was going to be a good year for me. And it was. Not only did I travel, but all of my trips were paid for by someone else.

In May, I was selected to be a Detroit Representative to an Ambassador for Peace to Israel program, which was made up of 5 students each from 6 U.S. cities: Detroit, New York, Chicago, Cleveland, Dallas, and San Francisco. We spent several days in Manhattan, including an orientation at the United Nations. It was a 5 week program, and I was in Israel in May, during its 30th anniversary as a country. (T-shirts we were given: After 2,000 years, it’s great to be 30). I saw Tel Aviv, Yaffa, Jerusalem, Bethleham, Ein Geddi, the Dead Sea, the Negev Desert, the Jordan River, a kibbutz in the Golan Heights, and Eilat (at the Red Sea). I went from having a fierce City pride, to developing a new National pride. I began my study of Israel, and have been watching and learning about it ever since. (That is a whole different conversation). During the plane rides there and back, I also had fun in layovers in Rome, Naples, Athens and Montreal.

That summer, I was invited on two different trips, one to Chicago by train ride, earning my way by baby-sitting with a friend for a couple on vacation, and the other to Toronto, CANADA, with some school friends, to see the Caribbean Festival. My eyes were filled with the sights of more of the world than I ever logically should have seen, but I never stopped believing. I have traveled a great deal since, and the excitement of every new place, all the new faces, the color of the sky, the smell of the soil, the flowers and the homes, the languages and the food… and I remembered each time that I had set my sights on traveling at 13, and never have I lost that wonder and awe that life provided it for me. I have seen many incredible things in my life, and I still have big ideas. More to come…

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A Family Lesson Learned From Jury Duty

Aisha,

     There comes a time when someone in the family has a unique experience that proves to so useful that we must share the news of it. At the time that I served on a murder trial in Detroit, you were still a young child, so the story bears telling again. We all serve on jury duty when we are called, but it took extreme inquisitiveness and a strong responsibility to fairly and justly serve that brought this piece of law news to the family. Did you know that a juror can submit a question to a witness in a Federal District Court of Law? Read further and find out this family jewel.
 

Unique Jury Duty

I’ve only been on Jury Duty once, but it was interesting enough that I think telling the story is still warranted. I was living in Detroit, Michigan and I was assigned Jury Duty at the 36th District Federal Court for a murder trial. I was about 25 years old and working as a secretary at Wayne State University, having recently completed my B.A. in psychology. I was surprised by how many people told me they would not want to serve on a jury, or specifically how many more didn’t think they would want to serve on a murder trial. To me, it was taking a lesson out of our government class books and putting it into real life. When the selection for the jurors was made, from a room of people summoned to the courthouse, I was the 13th juror. It was understood that there would be 12 people who made the decision, but 13 who heard the case, in the event that one member became unable to serve in the deliberations, or judgment. The judge told us it was better to have an alternate than to have to retry the case if a juror became seriously ill, injured or otherwise unable to complete the trial. Just before the trial, I heard several people hoping out loud that they wished they’d be the one eliminated. I figured that would be a great disappointment to me, so I was hoping with them that it was one of them.

The whole trial took three days, from beginning to end, but they went by quick to me. The jury stayed together and we were instructed not to talk to each other or anyone else before the verdict had been rendered by the court. The young man who was on trial was 19 years old and it was a case that seemed very much a case of self-defense, except for the testimony of one witness who claimed it was pre-meditated. We heard the testimony of witnesses, including the defendant, and we heard the arguments of the lawyers. At one point, a witness answered a question that seemed to contradict something he had said earlier, and since I believed it had a bearing on the case, I expected the lawyers to bring that point up. They did not, and we broke for recess.
As the jury filed out, I told the judge, “I have a question.” He said, “You are not allowed to talk to me during the trial, so please don’t say anything else. I will send a bailiff to talk to me.” It drew some attention to me, but I was bound and determined to ask my question because the answer to that question seemed, to me, to decide the case. The bailiff came out to talk to me, alone, in the judge’s chambers. He said, “The judge wants to know if you question is pertinent to the case.” I said it was. He the judge asks that you write it down and I will bring it to him. So, I described the conditions of my question and posed the conflict in testimony, indicating that I believed it was necessary to making a determination of guilt. The bailiff left with the sheet I had written on and we continued our break. The break was extended after that for just under an hour, with the whole courtroom milling around and none of the jurors being able to talk about the case.
Finally we were called back in and seated and the judge addressed the jurors and the courtroom. He told us that in 26 years of being a judge, he was posed with a situation he had never encountered before. He searched the law books during break and found a precedent for whether and how a juror may question a witness. He explained the procedure to us.
1) A juror has a question, pertinent to the case, that was not addressed by the lawyers during questioning or argument.
2) The juror may request permission to submit a question to the court.
3) The judge reviews the question for relevancy and determines whether or not he will accept the question.
4) The lawyers approach the bench and review the question and tell the judge whether or not they will accept the question. If they both agree, the court recorder enters the question into the record.
5) The judge calls the witness back to the stand, and asks on behalf of the court.
Then the judge asked me, “Juror, do you want to go ahead with your question for the court?” I answered, “Yes, your Honor, I do.” He told us, “I accept the question and call the lawyers to my bench.” They reviewed the question and both accepted it, and the stenographer recorded the question. The witness was then subpoenaed. We broke for lunch to give them time to find him since he had apparently left the building.
To make a long story shorter, the witness could not be found and the judge asked me if I would be willing to resume the trial since only the closing arguments were left and the court did not think it was appropriate to spend an indefinite amount of time waiting for the witness to surface. He told us the subpoena would stand because the witness was not supposed to leave the building, being required to be available throughout the testimony portion of the trial. I agreed to let the matter be. When the jury was sent to deliberations, I was immediately elected Forejuror, although I was the youngest person on the jury. They asked me what my question was, and I told them my question and my rationale. We deliberated for only 30 minutes before deciding to declare the defendant not guilty for 2nd degree murder (his charge), 3rd degree murder (which we could have downgraded it to), and not guilty for illegal discharge of a firearm within the city limits because we agreed it was a very good case for self-defense.
As Forejuror, I read the decision to the court and it became official, the young man was not guilty. He went home with his family as we went home. Because no one had really faced that situation before in that case, it was not really known that in Federal District Court, a juror CAN, under the described circumstances, enter a question to be asked of a witness. I have not even found this information in any government course books, so I think it is worth sharing with my family again.

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