Monday, April 14, 2014

Graded


for fourteen years
i attended
           

Graded
The American School of São Paulo




                                                                                  

  our mascot was an eagle


Graded cost forty
thousand american
dollars a year




                                                                                                fourteen
                                                                        times
                                                                        forty thousand
                                                                        equals
                                                                    five hundred and sixty                                                                                        thousand 



my parents had two children




                        epoch times ranked Graded number                                       eleven on a list of schools for the                                                 extremely rich





cut on dotted line and paste on infant
the promise

bilingual 
perfect fluency in standard english
three diplomas
a thousand open    doors
maybe a million



                       












my graduating class had eighty six students
sixty two went to ivy leagues
one of them invented instagram
another is ceo of tumblr 


                                                                                         



 three committed                                                                            suicide before the                                                                              age of twenty five




there are no eagles in sao paulo

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Seed


Act I Scene IV
10th grade
Prep for International Baccalaureate Higher Level English

Larissa has just completed her 45-minute oral dissertation on George Orwell’s 1984. The students have erupted in applause. She is glowing; she knows she has nailed the most difficult assignment of the year. Mr. Sweetman is smiling. The applause takes a long time to stop. Josh and David high-five Larissa. She takes a seat to receive her feedback. She is wearing a black and white striped prison costume, as part of her presentation.

MR. SWEETMAN
Okay! Okay! I know we’re very excited, but let’s take a moment to jot down our final feedback notes and let Larissa know some of our highlighting thoughts. Who wants to start us off?

DAVID
I thought that was amazing! I loved the cookie as society metaphor—and the cookies are delicious!

Students nod and hmmm in agreement. Mr. Sweetman smiles.

DIANA
I can’t believe you baked cookies! And the costume! It’s so cool! How did you think of that?

MARINA
Yeah! I really liked how you compared Winston to yourself and his world to our school, making parallels between dictatorships and institutions. That was really cool.

DAVID
Yeah, I agree. I liked the monologue part where you spoke as if you were Winston. That was so creative.

JOSH
Um, I know I’m not supposed to talk because she’s my girlfriend, but like, she rocked. I know she’s gonna get an Oscar one day. I really liked the monologue part too, and the costume. 

Students laugh. Mr. Sweetman chuckles.


LARISSA
Thank you! I appreciate all the support guys.

MR. SWEETMAN
Yes, yes, I agree with all that’s been said. It was indeed very engaging and entertaining, Larissa. And thank you for the delicious cookies. Your approach to Winston as a part of every person is indeed very creative and your monologue was touching. I think we were all able to relate to the part of feeling like school is a bit of a dictatorship…

Students laugh.

MR. SWEETMAN
However, I am sorry to say this, I really do feel very bad because that was truly phenomenal… But, um… you did not fulfill the requirements of the oral dissertation rubric. Although we understood your thesis through your costume and artifacts, you didn’t state it clearly, and you didn’t use at least two pieces of evidence, direct quotes and such, to support your, um, statements. Your language and demeanor were too informal. The cookie and speaking in the first person like you were the character... well, it’s just not relevant to the expectation of the IB HL rubric…

Pause. The class has fallen silent. Mr. Sweetman wipes sweat off his forehead. He takes a deep breath.

MR. SWEETMAN
I’m afraid I have to fail you for this assignment, Larissa. I really did think your performance was terrific… but it’s just not fulfilling the requirements of the IB rubric, and I need to prepare you for the oral test in two years. Your grade will be a 64%.

Long pause. The students are stone silent and looking at Larissa, who is on the verge of tears. Finally, she speaks.

LARISSA
That’s bullshit and you know it. I’m leaving your classroom. Fuck this.

Obituary


Creativity and Wonder, aged 14, left us this past April 13th 1999, with their colleagues and teachers by their side on the premises of Graded School in urban Brazil.

Creativity and Wonder were born on July 16th, 1985 to a passionate actress with a vivid imagination. They were the loves of their mother’s life.

Creativity and Wonder both loved live performance and the art of entertainment. They felt great joy in hearing others laugh and experiencing “A-ha!” moments, as they called it. They sought pleasure in all discoveries, including in the fields of mathematics and sciences.

They were both active members of the Church of Love of Learning. Their excitement in sharing LoL, as they fondly referred to it, made them models of the Church’s core values. Pastor LoveSpread commented, “They were exemplary members of our community and shall be greatly missed. The world is less colorful today as we mourn Creativity and Wonder.”

Creativity and Wonder are survived by their sisters, Complacency, Obedience, and Good-Girl. Their mother has been diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder and will not be attending the services. Creativity and Wonder spent their final moments in the arms of Mr. Sweetman, a teacher at Graded School. 

Science,



I boxed:
interest in the skeleton,

wonderings on whales,

the entire left brain.



(It’s like later in life when 
I try speaking French.)

It's not you, it's me. 


So long.

Rubric for Love of Learning (LoL)



Beginning
1
Developing
2
Accomplished
3
Exemplary
4
Score
Comprehension

Person shows little
understanding of LoL

Person begins
to understand
LoL
Person
understands
LoL
Person
deeply
understands
LoL

Enthusiasm
and Commitment
- Person is learning to fake a smile for learning
- At the thought of learning, person
immediately has
a headache
- Person is able
to smile or fake
some emotion
for learning
- Occasionally
gets headaches
but is committed
- Person feels
vibrations in
the body when
learning
- Practices
enjoying learning
and is committed
- Person is
able to orgasm
when learning
- Person is
deeply committed and
thinks of learning
with nothing but love

Spreading
LoL


- Person, when
able to learn,
keeps LoL to themselves
- Person understands concept of sharing LoL but is not always able to do it
- Person shares LoL whenever
possible
- Person goes out of their way to share and spread LoL
- Person is likely a teacher

Friday, April 11, 2014

Why Graded


i grew up poor
i was a public school teacher

it was the best school in the country
in the continent
maybe in the world

there weren’t many choices
if it weren’t graded it would be some other private school

we thought the most expensive school meant the best school

we were impressed by the resources
all those libraries gyms auditoriums field trips fancy classrooms full of computers

no one had computers then

now that i know my daughter i see she would have gotten more out of a waldorf or montessori school
a creative environment suited for an imaginative child

but we don’t know our children

we don’t know them for a very long time

so we do what we think is best

    mom




i grew up poor
i was a war refugee

i went to british boarding schools so i knew two things for sure
no british education system
and no boarding schools

i thought graded was beautiful
the large campus
all the open space
the teachers seemed kind

i could offer my kids the best
so i did

dad