sight site, out of mind.
I have not posted to this blog since I renamed it in August. I created this blog only two months before that. I am decidedly not awesome at the blogging concept.
In my defense, I have no sound defense, other than that I didn’t even sniff WordPress in the last several months. It was only as I started work on the site for Edcamp Sac that I remembered, “Hey, this WordPress thing sure looks familiar!”
I must admit I am quite embarrassed to look back at my posts from the summer, what with all the gushing about how helpful blogging is for sorting out my thoughts and staying grounded and reflecting on my practice &c. The embarrassment arises not from some voice seeking to disown such thoughts, but rather from a voice that admonishes, “I’m not angry, I’m disappointed.” The embarrassment arises from the plain fact that I preached that which I have not practiced.
Why the drop-off? Why the silence? Really, why?
The answers to these questions are mere excuses, rationalizations, and the like. What’s much more important is what brought me back to click the “New Post” button.
I had the privilege to plan, organize, and assist with the first ever Edcamp in Sacramento. The event took place at St. Francis High School this past Saturday. It was a quiet, small event, and I believe an out-and-out success, thanks entirely to the wonderful group of people who worked to organize it: Peter Strawn, Cynthia Cost, Trisha Sanchez, and Danielle Lemke. I participated in conversations about education with teachers from different schools with different populations and different ideas, and I have not really done that in a long time. The summer was a frenzy of Twitter chats and Edcamp-like events, but the fall was a time for returning to my own world at my school with my ideas. Much like a hibernating animal retreats to her den, I retreated to my classroom. And as the semester wore on, I retreated more deeply to my home.
Several people I met and conversations I had this last Saturday helped to recall that frenzy of the summer. I do not think that the full-scale onslaught of self-driven professional development is sustainable in the near-term, but I hope to engage with my practice in a reflective manner that is much less binary. Perhaps it’s fitting that I found myself “in the middle” in the final session of Edcamp Sac, my first ever “Things That Suck” session.
I hope to check the all-or-none responses to being connected, being reflective, and being a good teacher at the door for this semester. I won’t call it a resolution, because I’m notoriously weak in the resolve department. I will, however, retreat into the world of the poem that gives this blog its name, and recognize that I have indeed learned something of my place, and then welcome back the trees.