I can go weeks without thinking of my mom. I don't know what that says about me or what that means in the big picture, but it is what it is. I do get reminded of her at strange times, though. She loved the music of Al Green and Bill Withers so their songs make me think of her. Sometimes I'll hear someone who laughs just like her. Every once in awhile my wife will remind me of her (which is weird in a sense). But when someone I know has their mom die I always think of my mom and how I lost her. That's what today's conversation did for me. It just made me think of my mom and how she never was able to meet my daughter or my wife or see me teach or even know me as a teacher. It's not painful any longer but I have my moments where I wish she were still around. I'm beyond dwelling on it but when I tell the story I can sound bitter.
I've said for a long time that sometime in my life I will write about my mom and be able to share what her death taught me or what I gleaned from losing her in such a merciless way. Today just isn't the day for that.
Dumb Kids' Class by Mark Bowden
This is short essay by Mark Bowden about growing up in parochial schools and being put into the "slower" class by the nuns. He sees some positives in his placement and writes about what it was like, not just in the dumb kids class but in parochial schools altogether,
Essay: 8 of 10
It's a very enjoyable read but I really wish there was more of it. I don't think it's even 1,000 words long and it left me wanting more.
Teachability: 10 of 10
This would be a fantastic jumping point to have students write a scholastic reflection. There could be a number of ways to approach this essay but using it as a model would be the best route.