A room without a view, my last day as a San Francisco sub |
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| By Todd Berman | Fri, July 4, 2008 | |||||||||
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I'm writing these words in pencil, old-skool style, sitting in a windowless room in a fog-shrouded building perched near the top of Twin Peaks. Throughout the next five hours I get to deal with 37 teenagers, forcing them to stay put even though their absent summer school teacher left no lesson plan. For the past eight years, I've been a “substitute teacher artist” at various San Francisco high schools. Today's my last day. The artist part of my job title comes into play when I take out my sketchbook to draw my students, which has surprisingly become a valuable tool for teaching. The longer I have taught, the more I've integrated art into my teaching...oh, excuse me for a minute– "Put the lighter away, please!" ...sorry, where was I? (Email and RSS readers, please visit www.ephemerratic.com to read the rest of the dispatch. We're having trouble sending full feeds.) Sometimes, a kid who has spent the last half-hour throwing paper, starting fights, shouting across the room – generally just bringing chaos into the classroom – will become engrossed in flipping through my sketchbook. The most troublesome (or troubled) students are usually the most curious about what I'm doing. Even as I write these words, Mike and Norman, two teens bored out of their gourds, have approached me to ask if I'm an artist. As proof I quickly sketch their portraits. As they watch me draw there's a change in their facial expressions and body language. I've earned their respect, perhaps inspired them to be creative, and definitely delayed their next escape attempt – if only for a few minutes.
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