Sunday, July 12, 2009

CTY - Two and a Half Weeks Later

I have been at CTY for two and a half weeks and I realized that I have not posted anything since Day 1. What does this say about a man teaching a writing course who does not take the time to write?

There's nothing quite like having two full-time jobs to keep one busy, especially when they are two hundred miles apart. In addition to teaching the Writing & Imagination class here at CTY in Chestertown, MD from 9:00 till 4:30 each weekday, I have been doing lots of work at Combined Resources, thanks to the wonders of remote access.

Well, to be honest, it wasn't easy the first week. Though we have wi-fi here at Washington College, they have a security system that does not allow me to access my office computer.
My visit to the campus IT Help Desk went this way.
Bob: I've been trying to access my computer at home and it will not connect. Do you have something blocking it.
IT Guy: Yes.
Bob: Is there a way around that?
IT Guy: No.
Bob: Any suggestions?
IT Guy: They have free wi-fi at the bakery and Play It Again, Sam (a bar/coffee shop).

So, during the first week, I would pack up my laptop at the end of the school day and drive over to Sam's, where I would drink iced coffee and do work remotely on my Combined computer. Then I would email a variety of files to myself from the office computer, download them on the laptop, and return to the dorm so I could work on them.
Thankfully, this problem was solved when I returned home last weekend and picked up a wi-fi card that Howard and Susan (the owners of Combined) had gotten for me. Now I can make my own iced coffee and sit in the dorm room doing work.

Last weekend I headed for home on Friday evening. Though it was a holiday weekend, I lucked out an hit no traffic and made it home in about 3 1/2 hours. As I had hoped, most people who were going for a long weekend were already there. I had time to sort through the mail and do laundry.
On Saturday morning, I began the day with a platelet donation. (People who need blood and platelets don't take holidays off, so I try to do it on those weekends as often as possible.) Then I drove to the office to attend to paperwork that had piled up there (and sort through a variety of things I had printed remotely).
At noon, I went home and we had a 4th of July barbecue with Bob and Deb Greenberger. Swimming and eating ensued.
After they left, I went back to the office (which is, thankfully, only 5 miles from home) to finish up some more work, print out a variety of things I would need this week, and pack up all my belongings because the company would be moving to the new office across the street in my absence.
Sunday morning I did a few chores, packed up my now-clean laundry, and hit the road, hoping to avoid all the people who had gone away for the holiday weekend who would now be heading home. Good luck continued to be mine as I made it back to C'town in less than four hours.

And here I am a week later, finally caught up on both CTY work and Combined Resources work!


So, what of the class? Twelve delightful 11-year-olds, each with his or her quirks, with writing styles ranging from extremely creative to wildly bizarre and handwriting that goes from incredibly neat to "Kid, you should be a doctor!"
Invariably, each new class ends up focused on some odd topic, be it some line from a TV series (During the heyday of Beavis and Butthead, some of the students were obsessed with having characters say "Fire, Fire!" in everything.), a class mascot (which one year was a fly that was trapped in the classroom), or figuring out how old I am (since I went to school when dinosaurs ruled the Earth).
This year, it is zombies. We have had haiku about zombies, which, when we pointed out that the particular form of poetry was about "things in nature," was defended with, "Well, it is a thing in nature."
We have also had short stories, radio plays, news stories, and advertisements with zombies in them. One would think the world was awash in the undead. (Come to think of it, considering the incredible success of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and a hoped-for similar response to Laurie's upcoming Zombie Lit Notes: The Undead Ate My Brain, and Now I Need This Study Guide to Help Me with My Homework! maybe it is!)
We have also had lots more traditional writing, colorful poetry, clever short stories, well-crafted (and not-so-well-crafted) five paragraph essays, and much more. Fifty-six assignments so far... and counting.
Lauren Strohecker, my co-instructor, and I have been working together since 2003, so we have most of our "routines" well-honed. Lauren is known here as "Bobstier," because, in her first year, she explained to someone who had confused her with another Lauren that she was "Lauren, Bob's T.A." and the person thought it was her name. So she became the daughter of French Canadian fur trappers and has been Bobstier ever since.
Many of our writing prompts and lessons center on what has become known as "Mr. R's Multiple Personalities, in Order." Dr. Wolf W. Wolfgang (the head of Science here at Washington College and an expert on the Marianas Trench "vich as you know iss the deepest part of the Specific Ocean") and Ulysses S. Feedum (head of Wash Coll's food services who says, "Don't ask what is in the scrapple; ask who is in the scrapple!" in a Yosemite Sam voice) play key roles in one lesson, while nerdy-voiced Walter W. Weebil, president and CEO of Weebil International shows up in another. A lesson on plots, in which I adopted a French accent simply to pronounce "denouement" has evolved into an entire morning of teaching by Jacques Poupon. Big-voiced Rock Payper is host to "The Strongest Link" and "Think Fast." games that we play when we have a few minutes at the end of the day.
Not to be outdone, Lauren also has a variety of identities, including Ima Server, Mr. Feedum's inept sidekick; Dr. Willa B. Better, the narcoleptic head of emergency medicine at the local hospital; and Candi Caine, Rock's lovely assistant and scorekeeper. (Lauren was also Wanda Weebil, Walter's sister, for awhile, but hated doing the nasally voice so much that poor Wanda has since perished in a skiing accident.)

The important thing is that the students have a good time, that they learn to enjoy writing (and not see it as a punishment, which, unfortunately, too many teachers seem to use it as), and they are exposed to as many different forms of writing as we can cram into fifteen days of classes. None of them is going to be leaving the course able to write a best-selling novel (unless they were able to do so before they got here), but next time they are in an English class and a teacher mentions writing a cinquain, the hamburger theory of essay writing, or "FANBOYS" (for, and, nor, but, or, yet, so), they'll be able to say, "Hey, I know about that!" (Most often, however, I hear from former students when they are in a science class and the question comes up about the deepest part of the ocean! Dr. Wolfgang would be proud.)


Finally, lest you think that this is all work and no play, I have to admit that I have had the time to play ultimate Frisbee on half a dozen evenings and poker a few times as well. I borrowed a bicycle and pedaled around town one afternoon. Yesterday, a baker's half-dozen of us went tubing on the Brandywine River and this evening a bunch of us went kayaking. I've been to see "Up," "The Hangover," and "Public Enemies" at the local movie theater.

And now I've even had the time to write a blog entry!


  1. Great to see you're back, Mr. Rozakis! Sounds as if you're having a busy summer - but when you say, "all work and no play", it seems to me that your job is pretty fun too - which is, of course, the most desirable of all employment!

    It's a very funny thing that you wrote though - you noted that your assistant was introduced as "Bob's T.A." and has since been called Bobstier - and in my midwestern mental voice, I "heard" those as two completely different phrases. One was "Bob-stee-ay" and the other was "Bob-steer". Go figure....

    I remain,
    Eric L. Sofer
    The Silver Age Fogey

  2. Ah, but we pronounce it as the French Canadian fur trappers did, so they both sound the same, "Bob-stee-ay."

  3. [Bad Maurice Chevalier accent on] Oh ho ho! So eet ees zee accent wees, how you say, zee natural pronounciation! [Bad Maurice Chevalier accent off]

    That makes a lot of sense. Who'd want to hear it with a dumb ol' Cleveland accent anyhow? Might even prounounce it "Bob-stay-er"...

    I remain,
    Eric L. Sofer
    The Silver Age Fogey