{"id":1573,"date":"2016-01-24T05:17:45","date_gmt":"2016-01-24T12:17:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mikebellah.com\/wordpress\/?p=1573"},"modified":"2016-01-24T05:21:48","modified_gmt":"2016-01-24T12:21:48","slug":"thou-shall-not-bore-thy-teacher-paulas-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/?p=1573","title":{"rendered":"Thou Shall Not Bore Thy Teacher: Paula&#8217;s Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mikebellah.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/mb_color_bestyearsblog-150x15013.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/mikebellah.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/mb_color_bestyearsblog-150x15013.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"mb_color_bestyearsblog-150x1501\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1574\" \/><\/a>\u201cThou shall not bore thy teacher. It\u2019s Dr. Bellah\u2019s first law of essay writing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>These words, spoken to my Thursday morning class, were met with a collective groan, one which said \u201cBut you don\u2019t understand, Dr. B.; I\u2019m a boring person, and I live in a boring town with other boring people.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I told them they had confused the exotic with the creative, that creativity is the ability to discover the unusual in the usual, the extraordinary in the ordinary. Then, I shared Paula\u2019s story.<\/p>\n<p>Years ago my student wrote her descriptive essay over an oak tree that grew in her childhood backyard. It\u2019s still my favorite piece in the genre.<\/p>\n<p>In her first paragraph, Paula told of her excitement on discovering the tree when her family first moved to their new home. She was a tomboy and loved to climb. Her six-year-old self would sit in the tree and look out over her kingdom, which consisted of her cat and dog. She wondered, \u201ccan cats talk to dogs, or do cats just talk cat-talk and dogs, dog-talk. Maybe my cat is bilingual.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In the next paragraph, she sat in her tree after arriving home from middle school. \u201cDoes Johnny like me,\u201d she mused. \u201cOh, I hope so. But if he does Glenda\u2019s going to be mad because she likes Johnny, but Johnny\u2019s not for her. Ted, Ted likes Glenda. Of course, that\u2019s going to upset Susie and then . . . .<\/p>\n<p>In the third paragraph, Paula was a senior in high school, and she climbed her tree at night (it\u2019s not cool for a high school woman to be seen in trees). Besides, she had just had a fight with her parents who had to be the worst parents in Texas.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cA 10:30 curfew on weeknights? Seriously? In a month I\u2019ll be 18, old enough to die for my country. And I have to be home at 10*#!30? It\u2019s child abuse; that\u2019s what it is.\u201d Then she climbed higher looking to the faraway lights of the city. \u201cOne day, I\u2019ll live a long way from here. Maybe in Chicago. With him, the handsome boy I\u2019ll marry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In her conclusion, Paula was her present self, a 30-something mother of preschoolers in my 1301 class. She decided to drive to the old neighborhood and see if her leafy friend and confidante was still there.<\/p>\n<p>And she sighed with relief as she turned the corner and spotted the familiar branches. A minivan was parked in the driveway. She whispered  the words out loud: \u201cDo they have a little girl? Does she climb my tree\u201d? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThou shall not bore thy teacher. It\u2019s Dr. Bellah\u2019s first law of essay writing.\u201d These words, spoken to my Thursday morning class, were met with a collective groan, one which said \u201cBut you don\u2019t understand, Dr. B.; I\u2019m a boring person, and I live in a boring town with other boring people.\u201d I told them [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1573","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1573","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1573"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1576,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1573\/revisions\/1576"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikebellah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}