January 7th, 2015 | Tags: ,

So, I’ve been trying to find some good apps for my students to use as electronic Latin dictionaries. I finally got around to it, and here’s the results of my search. I have tested all the Android apps, but I don’t have an iPhone; if you have good suggestions to supplement this list or have good feedback on one or more of these, let me know and I’ll add it!

Free

Whitaker’s Words: An app version of the Web software [http://archives.nd.edu/words.html]. A similarly clean interface, and only somewhat less featureful, it lists principal parts and part of speech. NB: you must take care to read the entries carefully to make sure you correctly identify which word you mean!

Verba: An offline Latin-English dictionary application based on An Elementary Latin Dictionary (1895) by Charlton T. Lewis. Accepts any inflectional form of a word, then presents a list of all matching inflections and lemmas, from which the definition may be accessed.  It has slightly weird interface, and it does not list principal parts with any consistency. But it gives exhaustive usage examples, and it is Free software!

Dictionary Latin English Free: Great for looking up a Latin word by its principal parts or its English definition; it also lists declension or conjugation. Not great for figuring out what an inflected word’s principal parts are, though. It also hooks in to Google Translate, which is worse than useless. (I mean it–GT is actively obstructive to learning Latin. Try for yourself and see.) Also, it has ads.

Paid

Latin +: Just a dictionary and word parser. An inexpensive tool that’s part of the larger SPQR suite, useful for beginning Latin students.

SPQR: A full-featured Latin reading suite with a dictionary, word parser, and flashcard tool. It also includes a rather large collection of texts (some with translations supplied!). Worth every penny for a student intending to take upper-level Latin. [This is what I primarily use.]

January 5th, 2015 | Tags:

Travel this winter break was nowhere near as exhausting, and much more greatly refreshing, than it has ever been for me. A calendrical accident allowed NC teachers a full 2 weeks of vacation this year, and I used it to the fullest extent. Two major stops: Asheville, NC and roundabouts Ellicott City, MD.

Asheville is…amazing. First there’s the LaZoom tour, which is full of yuks–there’s a live comedian narrating the bus’s travels around the town, and every so often it stops to allow on a costumed supporting character to provide hilarity and, well, just plain weirdness. It helps that they allow open container on the bus, so things were pretty merry. I helped pay my way by making dinner for our hosts Christmas eve, and then biscuits Christmas morning. (Who knew they were so easy, and still so fluffy??) The opportunity arose to watch Game of Thrones, so we mainlined season 3 in a single sitting. That’s right, ten hours of quality bloodshed and chivalry. I finally got to see the Red Wedding after rage-quitting at the end of season 2 so many tears ago. And we caught the Purple Wedding the next morning. Much board gaming and scintillating conversation was had–desperately needed after this semester’s utter shitshow. No pressure, no obligations, just good times with good folks.

We made it safely back to the Triangle, and then headed up to Maryland to see my sister and dad. Again, just about the most positive experience possible. My sister is always a joy to visit and spend time with–over the years, we’ve clashed, but always we’ve stayed in touch and communicated whole-heartedly. She’s a rare touchstone in my life, and her husband is of the same caliber. My own bent is turning in their direction, and if I might speak an unspoken wish, I would like to return to Maryland and begin growing the seed of what feels like an amazing opportunity. The Icehouse, my sister’s home, has the makings of a great little place to brew some amazing beer, and she and her husband have been renovating the structure as they live in it.We spent a grand time with them, engaging in restful palaver, and my dad was insistent that we go to Jailbreak Brewery (the only production brewery in Howard Co.), so many delightful times were had when a few friends responded to my call to join for fun and merriment. On our way back we even got to stop by my mom’s place and make biscuits there, too :) And to top it off, one the leg home, we got gas for $2.01 in Brodnax!

But it was over our time in Asheville that the big idea hit, and it is here I shall try to breathe life into it: Tiny House.

The tiny house movement is pretty recent; I remember seeing it first in the WaPo maybe a year and a half ago, and while it was an amusing idea, I had never really considered it for my own lifestyle. But, well, things have changed. And my attitude towards things has changed. I first moved to a 400 square foot hole in the wall last summer, and I basically camped there for the next year. The main factor in not really taking full advantage of the space, in retrospect, was the utter lack of a kitchen. In the throes of the school year, I didn’t take the time to build up, either–shelves would have made it more livable. As it was, when I moved out I had basically not touched so much of my stuff. And it still sits in the place I dumped it this July. I don’t need it. Any of it.

All I really need is a place I can move around at my own will. 200 square feet is eminently doable, even on a flatbed trailer. And with a light enough frame, I can haul it with a much smaller vehicle than some monstrous truck behemoth. I’m ready to throw my life into the wind, to uproot. North Carolina is no place for us, not long-term. The NC legislature has basically done for public education in this state, and I don’t have to be a martyr. My sister’s place has enough space to build a tiny house in, and between us we have enough know-how and vision to make it a reality. The more we research, the more feasible it seems to become. What really transfixed me was Andrew Morrison’s [TEDx talk], coupled with his [Youtubed house tour]. Watch those, and tell me you aren’t dreaming of possibilities too.

January 2nd, 2015 | Tags:

So, I’m trying out a new thing. I have been attempting to-do lists for most of my life unsuccessfully–I lose them if they’re on paper, or they constantly need updating. And to-do software is only as good as my actual use of it. I tried ToodleDo, and it was ok, except that it didn’t really address the problem: me. Me and my really, really bad habits. I avoid prioritizing, I piddle, I put stuff off, I tell myself I can do it later. And I always find some way to hijack my good intentions with guilt and shame and paralysis. And this fall I’ve been learning to talk the language of vulnerability, listening to Brene Brown’s talk about Daring Greatly, and realizing a few things about my relationships with myself, with others, and with the world at large.

So when I read a friend’s post about [HabitRPG], I figured, well, I like to play games. And maybe the more visible reward system that an RPG embodies is the way to go. After all, that’s what I’m doing to my students ;-) So, I’m signed up. I am trying for some ambitious stuff, and maybe I need to walk it back a bit before I die at level one. I have several daily goals, which I can already feel slipping away from me. But words are flowing into this text box, so that’s one goal happening. NB: [this wiki page], even if you’re not into the whole gamifying thing, is fantastic advice for practicing useful goal-setting.

Obviously this is fueled by some momentum from New Years’ resolutions. But this isn’t just about that. I feel a change in the wind, and the question I’m really asking is: if not now, when?

Happy new year, folks.

April 14th, 2013 | Tags: , ,

One of the great emotional hurdles I’m discovering in a full classroom setting is the anxiety of sufficiency. I don’t mean just whether we’re engaging the material that Latin students ought to know. Though blending culture lessons evenhandedly into the grammar is a distinct challenge, we are not doing too terribly for my first real crack at this. No, my concern–dread, even–is that I’m not delivering it in an interesting enough way that will ensure retention and motivate students to pursue questions they have independently. We start by teaching as we have been taught, and because I learned Latin in college, I have been the recipient of the grand tradition of old, white scholastic privilege that has been handed down through the generations. It is simply assumed, in the standard curriculum, that students will thirst for the knowledge, so that when you dole it out, they will lap it up as pigs at a trough.

This new generation isn’t having any of that.

And why should they? Their weltanschauung, the scenery from their perch in the branches of this crazy tree, is the socioeconomic aftermath of the cataclysm known as the Internet. Communication is no longer limited to one-on-one interactions, but rather they are steeped in a sea of myriad voices, all competing for their attention. And like any tree grown in soil, they draw strength and nutrient from it. It is to them a given, a fact, an intrinsic part of their consciousness. We who have emigrated to this way of living, like the legendary foreigner king of Rome, Tarquin I, must honor their customs and woo them with instruction that speaks to their motivations, dreams, and goals. We must show them through the lens of modernity that ancient Rome, and the words these people produced, are every bit as relevant to them as how Kat was asked to prom by Johnny.We are swimming every bit as much in a sea of Latin as we are in the digital, interconnective mediaverse; it’s my job to show them how to swim better in both.

The key to all of this is that I go into the classroom with unextinguishable zeal and enthusiasm for the language. I don’t know how anyone would sign up to be a teacher who wasn’t driven forward almost against their will to share this passion. (But I see them.) Now I need to cap off that zeal with relevance. Because, frankly, just memorizing declension and verb endings isn’t intrinsically interesting to a broad swath of people. And even going the word-roots route is only so useful; appreciation for the beauty that is the Latin system of verbs and nouns must be cultivated through means other than brute force.

My mother, of all people, dug up a link for me that has a collection of useful Web sites that could be useful in doing so with the resources we now have at our fingertips. It is the rare student who does not have access to the Internet, either through their phone or tablet or PC, and so I post this here for myself as much as you:

50 Fun and Educational Websites Keeping Latin Alive

The blog post itself is three years old, but the list is extraordinarily comprehensive. My goal is to go through these items and incorporate what I can into my curriculum for next year. I want to encourage as much as I can the skill of self-study. Not just because it’s how one truly learns, but also because trying to just beat it into their skulls is a ridiculous amount of work! The sooner I can trick them into doing it for themselves, and to enjoy themselves to boot, the sooner I will retain the energy to develop truly excellent lesson plans ahead of time instead of jumping from fire to fire as I am right now. The graduate work that I am pursuing plays a role in my pedagogical tardiness, but I own my missteps. I know where I can and should do better. I hope to share my efforts in this direction here more frequently!

April 14th, 2013 | Tags: , ,

So I had my last visit with my intervention subject the other day.  For our last session together, I brought for her a present of a pack of glittery pencils in various colors. (She chose a pink one. It was a good choice.) She has been a real trooper, with my inconsistent scheduling (thanks to administrative duties incurred as a teacher) and, frankly, my somewhat limited understanding of the task. I know what to do in terms of delivery, and the concept itself is pretty straightforward, but I feel as though I’m walking down a pitch-dark hall, groping my way along one of the walls with my hands and shoulders, unsure of when or where I’ll be able to find a door. Or if I’d even recognize the feel of it. But now I must engage in the Herculean task of writing all this collected data up into a report that is worthy of presentation, and give an oral summary on Wednesday.

In addition, we only have seven weeks of instruction left in the Wake County calendar. I have considerable material to teach before the end of the semester in both classes, and while my pace isn’t terrible, it’s also not as quick as I’d like it to be. This being my first full semester teaching, that’s to be expected, but I feel I owe them something more than my predecessor. But I am at least caught up in terms of entering grades. For that I owe a great and unpayable debt to the inestimable Sidhe, who has both a working brain and far better organizational skills. So together we plowed through the backlog of quizzes I had let fester. I have done much better this semester than last about that, at least; the week before spring break was when I let it get out of hand, and only because I was struck ill by the plague that had been going around. Last fall I was just abysmal about getting quizzes back, on the order of a couple weeks sometimes.

Well, back to the salt mines. This stuff won’t write itself–and the words must flow like a river now.

April 7th, 2013 | Tags: ,

Sometimes the drive to begin something is just utterly lacking. Dread overcomes me, and I want to find anything else to do than the thing that I must do. Thinking about doing the task consumes me, even though actually  beginning is the one thing that would fix it. Ambition is so easy to the mind, but then the details just overwhelm, and then I get bogged down in all the things I have begun to do. Story of my life, really.

However, I did finish the production of Aristophanes’ Frogs. Finally, Clinton (the sound guy) and I got together and meshed my pristine, carefully-stored video (VHS!) with his audio source, and he melded it together into a DVD. We got 25 copies burned just in time for UMBC’s reunion with my professors in Ancient Studies and other students and supporters, and so I was, nearly 7 years later, able to give the gift of a memory to several of them who were retiring. 6 years, those tapes sat in my possession. But I finally got off my ass and did it.

Now I just need to do that for my current students. They deserve a teacher who can execute and get them feedback in days, not weeks. I must be better.

April 3rd, 2013 | Tags: , ,

Well, the semester is coming rapidly to a head, both in Latin and at NC State. I have discovered over this spring break a prodigious capacity within myself for doing nothing while feeling like I’m working my ass off. Running the Red Queen’s race, they call it. I find myself doing things to buy time, and I am left to wonder, is that all I have ever done? Bought time? And what do I do with this bought time, but try to buy more time?

The art of preparing for the moment ahead of time has always escaped me. I have always gotten along by just showing up. As adulthood overwhelms me, I am learning that it is insufficient to keep just showing up, and yet, I don’t know how to do otherwise. Shitting diamonds is getting more and more difficult. And the consequences of that lack of knowledge are soon going to make themselves apparent.

Only one day remains of my spring break. The Sidhe and I travel north to see family and also for a reunion with UMBC’s Ancient Studies department, many of whom have retired already or are in the process of doing so. I graduated in a flaming wreck when I left, and though I wreaked some horrifically amazing works of scholarship, I also left a crater of smoking rubble there at the end. I only hope that the things I built are what remain more in my professors’ memories, and less my failings. I shall bring with me a record of my final serious project, a digitization of our 2006 performance of Aristophanes’ Frogs. And the news that I am a Latin teacher must also bear some weight. I fear to face them, when it comes down to it, for I am ashamed of who I am. But what can I do? They helped better me, so they deserve some idea of the fruits of their efforts.

I need a doctor.

March 29th, 2013 | Tags:

I marked the general holiday season for my students Wednesday, the last day before spring break. I say general because humanity has been reveling in the equinox for quite a long time, in many guises and traditions. Passover has begun, and Easter approaches, but, too, Nowruz is still a thing. For my students I brought cookies and pop, and after they took their quiz we had a snack and relaxed a bit. We also talked about the Hilaria, the ancient Greek & Roman festival celebrated around the vernal equinox. It’s spring. Why not rejoice in it? We all have our reasons.

Today is a rest day for me. I have many tasks still to undertake, but I am taking this day for myself. The Sidhe is traveling to see her parents, so it’s just us boys–myself and Dalek–and I plan to do a significant amount of nothing. Minecraft beckons, especially potently now that I am playing on a server with a couple of friends. There’s House of Cards on Netflix, which I hear is quite worth my while. I borrowed a book from a fellow teacher, the Silver Warriors (by Michael Moorcock), pursuant to a discussion we had about fantasy writing. It’s been a long time since I’ve done reading for pleasure. But all of these things are only going to be pursued in even temper. No rushing about trying to maximize my fun. That would ruin the whole thing.

Joyous feast days to you all.

March 24th, 2013 | Tags:

When I was in college, Thanksgiving and Spring Break felt more like stays of execution than actual breaks wherein one took time off. Because of my inability to not procrastinate, they became periods when I would frantically rush to catch up on all the backlogged work I had still to complete, or more likely, freeze up in panic and still not get anything useful done while pretending to be enjoying myself with my friends or family or whatever.

Now that I’m teaching, it seems nothing has changed at all.

This week was spent trying to teach while recovering from the plague. (Rather unsuccessfully, I might add. I’ve been coughing up my lungs all week, and the students don’t seem to be getting it.) Two more days remain in class before the end of the quarter and the start of spring break, and I hope to use them to the students’ advantage. I feel sometimes like many of them are trying not to learn–but I cannot believe that is true. Even though the simple fact is that many are not doing their homework. Which only snowballs the difficulty going forward. If you don’t practice a language, you simply cannot learn it effectively. I cannot be bogged down by the students who won’t try. But I must also look at my own practices. Am I providing enough encouragement to dig in? Am I truly offering out a lit candle by which my students might light their own?

Which leads us to the problems that I must address over spring break. Two–or more–months of apartment cleaning, much and more writing to be done for my literacy intervention class, lesson planning galore, grading…and somehow getting my head into the correct space to teach Latin again. I feel ready to give up. I would already have done so if I weren’t on the hook for the education of almost 100 individuals. I now know why teachers burn out. Thanks to our new glorious Republican administration in NC, it’s going to be easier still. But I am not giving up yet.

March 16th, 2013 | Tags: ,

Well, the crud got me, too. I made it through Wednesday without too much difficulty, though the aches started Weds. evening. But Thursday I was rapidly headed downhill, and by 5pm, it was all I could do to drive home. Even had to bail on a school commitment. I tried so hard not to be That Guy. I wanted to wipe the slate clean, to get a fresh start. But a flake’s a flake, even when he has good reason. To have been handling money for the elderly and children would have been patently irresponsible. But I am still Mr. Flake.

So I made it to school on Friday, and my students experienced some excellent, and even topical, Roman culture! Which is to say, I put in a movie. It helps that it was an early release day, so only hour-long classes and no lunch, but all the same, the day nearly wrecked me. Adding fuel to the fire, I had a deadline for some paperwork to be completed. Fortunately, there’s access from the employee Web site, so I went home, started burning up, and then at 9pm finished my paperwork before settling into an uncomfortable, cough-ridden sleep.

This is where I praise the Sidhe. She took care of me last night, whiny-pants that I was. And she did so like a trooper. I am so very unworthy. She’s out at the store right now getting me more juice, while I stay in bed. Getting up, even with DayQuil, pseudephedrine, and advil on board, is challenging at best, so she put on Star Wars for me and headed out. True love, I tell you :)