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Jim Burke
San Francisco, CA
The English Teacher's Companion
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I am taking advantage of the extra time over the break to begin work on my blog. The goal is to consolidate all my online content to this one site under the URL of englishcompanion.com, but for now, this... Ignore... Continue reading
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When I wrote and posted my recent blog in response to the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary School last Friday, I could not imagine that I would, only hours later, that Sunday evening, while preparing my lessons for Monday's classes,... Continue reading
Last week, prior to the Sandy Hook Elementary shootings, as part of our discussion of Dr. Frankenstein's "wretch," his "monster," we discussed what I called the "inflection point," that point in the trajectory of the story when everything changes. My... Continue reading
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This wordle gives us a different way to look at the Common Core State Standards. I just created it using Wordle which, in this case, offers us a useful view about what the Common Core values most at least according... Continue reading
It is that time of year to reflect on whose online work or which digital tools have helped me or the profession the most in the last year. The Edublog Awards are especially meaningful and important as they come from... Continue reading
The ultimate senior moment: Our son's first college acceptance letter arriving yesterday. Continue reading
My senior classes are just beginning to read Hamlet. The play opens with Barnardo demands to know, "Who's there?" It is a question Hamlet will spend the whole play trying to answer. This morning, I asked my seniors in class... Continue reading
Today my senior students spent the morning in the computer lab with the counselors completing surveys, starting the process of applying to college. Our son is going through the same process. They are struggling with how to answer the question:... Continue reading
Seventeen years ago our son Whitman, our senior son, arrived. He came early. Perhaps he knew he had to: a month before, his grandfather Melvin (Susan's father) had lost his year-long fight to cancer; a week later, his grandfather Jerry... Continue reading
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Today, I would see, at different times, Ann out in the garden, sitting under the apple tree, or on the deck of the playhouse, later on over on the swing seat under the rose arbor. It was as beautiful a... Continue reading
High school seniors across the nation (and in all my classes...and at home) are beginning the process of applying to college. Many of our friends whose parents are aging, especially those in declining health, are beginning the process of applying... Continue reading
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Sunday I went for a long bike ride out along the California coast. While taking a break, I saw these stones, one kept apart by a police barracade, and on the other side of that, waves, and past that, dense... Continue reading
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In the summer of 1985 I sat here at Delphi, where people like Alexader the Great would come to consult the oracle. What is to come? they would ask. Will we be victorious? he would ask. Or, in Oedipus the... Continue reading
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My seniors are just beginning to read Sophocles' Oedipus Rex and Antigone, which are about many things but very much about the moment when we see our parents (or, coming from the other side I now know too well, our... Continue reading
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When you are a senior, things change---or are about to---and often in big ways, though we do not always know this at the time. Senior year in high school two things happened that would change me in ways I am... Continue reading
This weekend we were up at the Russian River, the whole family, including Ann. We had two cars. Whitman, our high school senior, asked to drive the 90 minutes home by himself, as we were not leaving till later. I... Continue reading
A new book out, This Beautiful Life, by Helen Schulman, has been getting a lot of attention lately for the story it tells. In the book, a high school boy and his family lose all they had worked so hard... Continue reading
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As I watch the seniors in my class and at home, the young seniors and the elders, and consider my own place on that continuum, one word comes to mind again and again: permission. We cannot reach or teach those... Continue reading
During my senior/18th year growing up in Sacramento, I pumped gas, washed cars, parked cars, waxed and rented skis, photographed properties for my uncle's real estate business and girls at my high school who needed photos for their modeling portfolios,... Continue reading
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An article in yesterday's San Francisco Chronicle reported that the Millennial Generation (which includes current high school seniors) would rather have a cell phone than a car. When I was a senior in 1979, I wanted a car the way... Continue reading
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Friday night and most of Saturday morning, I read the essays my seniors wrote on the theme of separate worlds. Yet all weekend I could only think how impossibly connected these worlds we live in and move through are. This... Continue reading
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The summer reading assignment for one of my senior classes (AP Lit) was to find two books that somehow explored the idea of separate worlds. This turned out to be a much better assignment than I even realized as seniors... Continue reading
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First day of the semester in all senior classes: described the year as a "conversation with yourself" about the future. To begin that conversation, I put up Friedrich's The Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog and asked them to generate... Continue reading
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The opening minutes, hours, days of any class are crucial for the teacher, but also the student. Thanks to the frequent use of school management platforms like Schoolloop, this window of opportunity extends to the days before school even starts... Continue reading
For most seniors, including my son who lounges in the next room on the last evening before beginning his senior year, independence is a bit like a car they inherited but must learn how to drive, often, it seems, by... Continue reading