Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Spring Broke



     
If you were to google "spring break," a short video of me eating mojarra frita in my chancletas would come up... actually, that's probably not the first video you'd find, but it should be. Apparently, March 20th was the first day of Spring. Apparently, Spring did not get the message. Either that, or it’s broken... temporarily out of service... under construction. Whatever the reason, the bottom line is that I just landed back in Boston last night and it’s colder than a witch’s tit. So far, this readjustment has been harder than any re-entry to the U.S. I’ve ever made before, and I’ve made a few. I can’t lie, it’s not just the weather—the last ten days were pretty special. Barranquilla is just as off the hook as it was when left it last June. The Lopez/Deal/Matheson family is still the tightest crew on the Colombian Coast—especially now that they’ve welcomed a new batch of kittens and puppies. 




My girlfriend, the lovely miss Allison Bak-Dashian, is still awesome and beautiful, especially on her birthday. 


Speaking of which, La Troja is still the epicenter of all Salsa-flavored desorden.










I’ve made it through my morning class, “Management of Financial Resources in Non-Profit Organizations.” In truth, my body was there, but my spirit was still a few thousand miles to the south. Now I’m sitting in the library, trying to give myself a fierce metaphorical kick in the ass. The next two months are the home stretch of this Master's program, and I can’t afford to be moping around campus wishing Spring Break was a two-week affair. If there was ever a crunch time, it is now. The good news is that I’ll have some help staying focused now that I’m back. For starters, we’re getting buckets of snow dumped on us tomorrow, so they’re won’t be much to do other than stay inside and study. On top of that, my Spring Break adventures left me spring broke, so my social life will be necessarily constrained for a bit. Hopefully, putting these thoughts to paper will help me get my mind right and get to work. Hopefully by the time you read this post, I will have gotten my academic mojo back. 

Pura Vida,

Drew

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Gradschoolisms



Last Friday I deejayed a party for a bunch of my friends. And by “deejay” I mean sit at my laptop and put songs in order. In response to Harvard’s pricey “Masquerade Ball,” two of my friends decided to throw the first annual “Financialade Ball,” targeting those of us who have accepted our status as broke, unemployed graduate students. I must have missed the part of the email invitation that said that the dress code for the Financialade Ball was still fancy. I showed up dressed as regular old me.


At one point during the night, a friend said that she liked how I looked in “DJ Mode.” I’m pretty sure was referring to how I was dressed. Jeans, polo shirt and cap. I said “thank you,” but I couldn’t help scratching my head a little bit. Then it occurred to me that, from her perspective, I was dressed up in my Hip Hop costume. From my perspective, I had been wearing a suit all day and was happy to finally be wearing “normal” clothes.

So, what’s the point? The point is that, even though I’ve developed a lot of deep, great relationships, there is still a large portion of this community that has an extremely limited perspective of who I am, based on the fact that we only interact in the context of Harvard Graduate School of Education. Between meetings, job interviews, and other miscellaneous first impressions, I end up dressing like a full-fledged grown-up a lot these days. So it got me thinking, “Who is the real me?” And maybe the more interesting question is, “Has the real me changed since I’ve been here?”

Now, you might be tempted to cry out, “DON’T CHANGE! Don’t let the system get you down, Drew! Don’t sell out!” My first response to you is, “stop yelling.” Then I would ask,  “What’s the point of doing all of this if it isn’t going to change me at all?”

Thankfully for you, that’s as deep as this post is going to get. Instead of wallowing in introspection, I’ve decided to present a lighthearted list of some of the habits that I actually don’t want to pick up along the way. The first edition of this list will focus on a few "gradschoolisms" that I often hear thrown about in various class discussions and meetings. While they are designed to make you sound like an intelligent card-carrying member of Academia, I believe that they are over-used, annoying, and downright silly.

1. Meta-
In all fairness, one of my professors warned me about this word way back in August. At HGSE, everything is “meta.” As if nothing is worth doing if you don’t dedicate half of your brain power to being conscious of doing it while you do it. But really, it’s gone to far.  In other words, this word is getting meta-annoying, because it bothers me, and I’ve thought about it a lot, and I know why it bothers me.

2. Unpack
Many professors and colleagues here will push you to “unpack” what you just said. In other words, that simple comment you made is actually reeeallly complex, and we’d all really like to know what you meant when you said, “I thought the reading was boring.” 

3. Push Back
This is a really polite way to go about pointing out that what somebody just said is actually bogus. As in, “I just want to push back a little bit on what you just said about all Asian kids being excellent at math and science.” I’m all for keeping things civil, but sometimes I just want to bust out like Rep. Joe Wilson during Obama’s 2009 State of the Union address.

4. Piggyback
This one often gets used in combination with “revisiting” or “building on.” It’s really popular with people who are looking to squeeze the juice out of those five points for participation. It wouldn’t be so bad if “piggybacking” actually took the conversation somewhere new. But most of the time, when someone starts a comment off with “I just want to piggyback” or “revisit and build on what Sarah just said,” they are either going to repeat exactly what Sarah just said, or say something that has absolutely nothing to do with what Sarah just said.

5. Myself
To be honest, this one’s been getting on my nerves since way before I got to grad school. In fact, my freshman year English teacher was the first person I heard articulate just how annoying this abuse of grammar is (shout out to Nancy!). Yes, I can be a little anal about grammar, but the fact that this word get used incorrectly is not really what bothers me. What irks me is that when people misuse the word “myself,” they often think that it’s making them sound more intelligent. So, for the record: “myself” is a reflexive pronoun. That means “myself” cannot do anything. You cannot contact “myself” to touch base, or do anything else that sounds professional and important. I am the only person that can ever do anything with myself. Just like you can do whatever you’d like with yourself. So, next time you’re about to use the word “myself” in a professional environment, please reconsider and double-check to make sure that you don’t really just mean “me” or “I.” There. Now I feel better.

When making this list, I was really tempted to include the word "scaffold." Before coming to grad school, I had probably used this word a grand total of eleven times in my entire life. Now I find the word "scaffold" coming out of my mouth every other day. But here's the thing. It's a great word, and I haven't found a good substitute to describe a lot what we are trying to do as educators. Our work is necessary, but if we do it correctly, we should be able to remove ourselves from the equation at the end of the day, leaving a structurally sound student standing tall. When teachers embrace their work as scaffolding, it helps remind us that it's not about the teaching, it's about the learning.

Pura Vida,

Drew


PS: I recently uploaded my 2013 Reading List as a new page on this site, so if you're interested in what I was getting into on the book front last year, click here to check it out.

Special thanks to Bart at Drivellian Photography for documenting the shenanigans at the Financialade Ball.


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Bonus Learning



It’s been a while since my last post, and I’ve been making the most of my monthlong break in between semesters. Many of my friends and colleagues on campus chose to take a different approach. Like most universities, Harvard offers its graduate students the opportunity to take classes during January, a mini-semester known as “J-Term.” Since we’re already paying an arm and a leg to be here, it does make sense to get your money’s worth, I guess. 

Personally, this option just wasn’t for me. When I started to lose feeling in my right pinky toe sometime in mid-December, I knew that I needed a change of scenery and a few weeks to thaw out. In fact, I was on a plane to New Orleans before my last two final papers were even due.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m not knocking the idea of a little bonus learning during the break. In fact, I picked up a few nuggets of wisdom here and there myself. So, without any further ado, I present the latest in a long lineage of Live From Tomorrow Lists!

1. You're never too young to lose your first tooth.


2. You're never too old to get an awesome Christmas present from the Notorious D.A.D.


3. Mexico City is as big and crowded as everyone says it is.


4. My Salsa is smooth, but my Tango needs a lot of work.





5. Mezcal tastes better when you're drinking it with family in Mexico.








6. San Miguel de Allende is a great place to spend New Year's Eve.




7. The Sinaloa taco truck at 22nd and International in Oakland is still better than anything I could find south of the border.


8. You don't need a cool accent to be a great soccer coach (but it doesn't hurt). 






9. Natick F.C., my East Coast squad, has what it takes to win the championship at Teamworks in Acton.


10. New Orleans Jazz is just not as enjoyable when its 7 degrees outside.


So, as you can tell by that last video, I've landed back in the Arctic Circle, and I'm settling back in. I've narrowed my schedule down to six courses, but I'll be cutting that down to five this week after I see what some of these professors are working with. One thing is for sure—this semester is about to be no joke. I'm just glad I made the most of my break because it's about to get ugly. Wish me luck.

Pura Vida,

Drew

Thursday, December 19, 2013

No Captions


There’s been a lot to write about since I last checked in, but for various reasons I haven’t posted in a few weeks. For one, I was knee-deep in final papers, working on my Master Plan. I also wanted to write about the passing of Nelson Mandela. I really tried, but on three separate occasions I couldn’t get more than a few sentences out. I guess that's just one of those things we'll have to talk about in person.

I just spent a week in New Orleans—my first trip to a city that’s been calling my name for a long, long time. On my second to last day there, I visited the New Orleans Museum of Art to check out the Gordon Parks exhibit. The installation, titled “Gordon Parks: The Making of an Argument” provided an interesting new perspective on the landmark “Harlem Gang Leader” photographic essay that appeared in Life magazine in 1948. The exhibit presented the photographs taken by Parks, including those that Life did not publish, alongside contact sheets and proof prints that give insight in the editorial decisions that the magazine made when constructing their argument. For example, they were clearly not interested in photos of Leonard “Red” Jackson that captured him doing anything other than being a gang-leader. Also, seeing the original photos without their editorial captions makes you appreciate how much the “message” of a photograph can be restated just by adding a few words of framing.

So that got me thinking about his post, and I decided that I would do something that I never do in this blog. I made a decision early on that this blog would be about the writing—not just a collage of pictures. But this week I’m making an exception. Below, I offer you a series of pictures that tell the story of my life over the last month. No captions, no explanations. Just the images. I hope you enjoy them…



















































Pura Vida,

Drew