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English teachers
Short story ideas?
What are your favorite short stories to teach?
Kate Chopin’s “Story of an Hour,” Ray Bradbury’s “There will come soft rains” “all summer in a day,” and “the very gentle murders.”
Gilman’s “The yellow wallpaper” is a classic for a reason.
“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson is jaw-droppingly gripping for basically anyone who is familiar with the Hunger Games.
“A good man is hard to find” is gorgeous and perfect and creepy (frankly, you can’t go wrong with any of Flannery O'Connor).
“Tell Tale Heart” by Poe is his best, and more accessible short story (“The Black Cat” is nice as well, plus the old staple “Cask of Amontillado.” “Fall of the House of Usher” is good too, and you could pair it with Bradbury’s “Usher II” with interesting results.
Oh! “The Gift of the Magi!” Anything O Henry! “A rose for Emily!” “thank you mam” by Langston Hughes. And so forth!
I second “The Lottery” and “The Yellow Wallpaper,” and have to add Bradbury’s “The Veldt.” That one might be my absolute favorite!
Agreeing with The Lottery, The Veldt, and the Tell Tale Heart. Adding The Most Dangerous Game, The Little Match Girl.
“Where are you going, Where have you been?”
“A Jury of her Peers” is the short story version of the play “Trifles” by Susan Glaspell. She also was a journalist who wrote stories on the murder they’re based on. Great layering activity with different genres.
Yes to all of those. Don’t forget Vonnegut’s “Harrison Bergeron.”
Also any O. Henry. It annoys the students to no end :)
I love teaching Harrison Bergeron in my dystopian unit.
“A Sound of Thunder” by Ray Bradbury is fun and good to teach theme and cause/effect. It also works well for metaphor!
“The Sniper” (Liam O’Flaherty)
“The Interlopers” (Saki)
“Poison” (Roald Dahl)
“The Scarlet Ibis” (James Hurst)
“Marigolds” (Eugenia Collier)
“The Pedestrian” (Ray Bradbury)
“Flowers” (Alice Walker)
“Ripe Figs” (Kate Chopin)
“The Cold Equations” (Tom Godwin)
“Initiation” (Plath)
All of the above basically.
Saving for when I have older English students again!
Everything I would have suggested has been said above. Way to go, educhums!
Lady Anne: Why did you kill this person, Richard?
Richard III: I do not kill people. That– that is my least favourite thing to do.
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Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
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I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.
I mean, the heroes do, of course they do, kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.
But surely there are also the kids, who - because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?
Oh, man, that would absolutely be a thing. The heroes would be so weirded out by it. The villains with codes of ethics would totally band together to force the villains without one (should they be the one requested) to do their part for the cause.
But imagine the person who has to track down the villains and organise everything?
Like, the first time it happens, no one actually thinks it’s possible, but one of the newbies volunteers to at least try. They get lucky, the kid wants to meet one of the villains who is well known to have a personal code of ethics (eg one of the rogues), and it takes them weeks to track the villain down to this one bar they’ve been seen at a few times, plus a week of staking out said bar, but they finally find them.
So they approach the villain, very politely introduce themselves and explain the situation, finishing with an assurance that, should the villain agree, no law enforcement or heroes will be informed of the meeting.
The villain, assuming it’s a joke, laughs in their face.
At this point, the poor volunteer, who has giving up weeks of their time and no small amount of effort to track down this villain, all so a sweet little girl can meet the person who somehow inspired them, well, at this point the employee sees red.
They explode, yelling at this villain about the little girl who, for some unknown reason, absolutely loved them, had a hand-made stuffed toy of them and was inspired by their struggle to keeping fighting her own and wasn’t the villain supposed to have ethics? The entire bar is witness to this big bad villain getting scolded by some bookish nobody a foot shorter than them.
When the volunteer is done, the villain calmly knocks back their drink, grips the volunteers shoulder and drags them outside. The bar’s patrons assume that person will never be seen again, the volunteer included. But once they’re outside, the villain apologises for their assumption, asks for the kid’s details so they can drop by in the near future, not saying when for obvious reasons. They also give the very relieved volunteer a phone number to call if someone asks for them again.
A week later, the little girl’s room is covered in villain merchandise, several expensive and clearly stolen gifts and she is happily clutching a stack of signed polaroids of her and the villain.
The next time a kid asks to meet a villain, guess who gets that assignment?
Turns out, the first villain was quite touched by the experience of meeting their little fan, and word has gotten around. The second villain happily agrees when they realise it’s the same volunteer who asked the other guy. Unfortunately, one of the heroes sees the villain entering the kid’s hospital and obviously assumes the worst. They rush in, ready to drag the villain out, but the volunteer stands in their way. The hero spends five minutes getting scolded for trying to stop the villain from actually doing a good thing and almost ruining the kid’s wish. The volunteer gets a reputation among villains as someone who can not only be trusted with personal contact numbers but who will do everything they can to keep law enforcement away during their visits.
The volunteer has a phonebook written in cypher of all the villain’s phone numbers, with asterixes next to the ones to call if any other villains give them trouble.
Around the office, they gain the unofficial job title of The Villain Wrangler.
The heroes are genuinely flabbergasted by The Villain Wrangler. At first, some of the heroes try to reason with them.
Heroes: “Can’t you, just, give us their contact details? They’ll never even have to know it was you.”
The Villain Wrangler: “Yeah sure, <rollseyes> because all these evil geniuses could never possibly figure out that it’s me who happens to be the common thread in the sudden mass arrests. Look man, even if it wouldn’t get me killed, it would disappoint the kids. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids would you?”
Heroes: “… no~ but…”
The Villain Wrangler: “Exactly.”
Eventually, one of the anti-hero types gets frustrated, and decides to take a stand. They kidnap the Villain Wrangler and demand that they give up the contents of the little black book of Villains, or suffer the consequences. It’s For the Greater Good, the anti-hero insists as they tie the Villain Wrangler to a pillar.
The Villain Wrangler: “You complete idiot, put me back before someone figures out that I’m missing.”
Anti-hero: “…excuse me?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Ugh, do I have to spell this out for you? Do you actually want your secret base to be wiped off the map? With us in it? Sugarsticks, how long has it been? If they get suspicious, they check in, and then if I miss a check-in, they tend to come barging into wherever I am just to prove that they can, even if they figure out that they’re not being threatened by proxy. Suffice to say, Auntie Muriel really regretted throwing my phone into the pool when she strenuously objected to me answering it during family time. If they think for even one moment that I’ve given them up, they won’t hesitate to obliterate both of us from their potential misery. You do know some of the people in my book have like missiles and djinni and elemental forces at their disposal, right?”
Anti-hero: “Wait, what? I thought they trusted you?!”
The Villain Wrangler: “Trust is such a strong word!”
Villain: “Indeed.”
Anti-hero: “Wait, wha-” <slumps over, dart sticking out of neck>
The Villain Wrangler: “Thanks. I thought they were going to hurt me.”
Villain: “You did well. You kept them distracted, and gave us time to follow your signal.” <cuts Villain Wrangler free>
The Villain Wrangler: <rubbing circulation back into limbs> “Yeah well, you know me, I do whatever I have to. So I’ll see you Wednesday at four at St Martha’s? I’ve got an 8yo burns unit patient recovering from her latest batch of skin grafts who could really use a pep talk.”
Villain: “… of course. Yes… I… yes.”
The Villain Wrangler: “I just think you could really reach her, you know?”
Villain: <unconsciously runs fingers over mask> “I… yes, but, what should I say?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Whatever advice you think you could have used the most just after.”
Villain: <hoists Anti-hero over shoulder almost absently> “….yes.”
The Villain Wrangler wasn’t lying to the Anti-hero. They know that the more ruthless villains would not hesitate if they thought for one second that the Anti-hero would betray them.
But this is not the first time the Villain Wrangler has gone to extreme lengths to protect their identities.
Trust is a strong word. The Villain Wrangler earned it, and is terrified by what it could mean.
Okay this absolutely needs to be a full-length novel or movie, immediately.
Someone get this to Ryan Reynolds STAT.
Things you can say in response to literally anything, when you have nothing else to say:
As the prophecy foretold.
But at what cost?
So let it be written; so let it be done.
So…it has come to this.
That’s just what he/she/they would’ve said.
Is this why fate brought us together?
And thus, I die.
…just like in my dream…
Be that as it may, still may it be as it may be.
There is no escape from destiny.
Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen.
In this economy?
…and then the wolves came.
Imma do this the next time my father-in-law says something awkward and political over dinner.
Actually, screw it, I’m gonna say it for everything.
“He’s a Muslim!” “In this economy?” “Pass the butter.” “As the prophecy foretold.” “The pool’s open–” “AND THEN THE WOLVES CAME.”
So at a party, a friend-of-a-friend once told us all that in any given situation, one of the following phrases will be a situationally appropriate response:
“Well that’s a fuckin’ hard situation”
“You get what you pay for”
Spoiler: it works
My stepdad says ‘Shit in your hat and punch it’ as a response to everything.
Come home with straight As? ‘Shit in your hat and punch it!’ *thumbs up*
Get dumped for the first time? ‘Shit in your hat and punch it...’ *slow head shake*
Literally every situation.
Dearest teenagers,
It’s summertime! We’re all excited to relax, rejuvenate, and enjoy ourselves. Here are just a few friendly reminders from a teacher who would like to enjoy her break:
I do have a first name and yes, my friends and family do use it when I’m in public. This does not mean I want to hear you use it even if we are “not in school.”
Yes, I do have family. AND friends. Don’t look so shocked if you see me with them.
Sometimes I like to peruse the Junior’s department in my local stores because the selection of casual wear is usually much better than the Women’s department. I would like to remind you that I am truly not THAT old. Do not give me that look.
If you see me wearing said clothes in public, look away. Never fear, my cardigans and suit jackets will make a triumphant return in the Fall.
Speaking of public - if you see me out, let’s make a mutual agreement to just acknowledge each others’ existence and move on. You do not need to yell at me. You do not need to snap chat me. You do not need to tell whoever you are with while pointing at me. I see you. You see me. Move along.
My e-mail account does not exist for your entertainment pleasure nor am I the keeper of all district knowledge. Do not e-mail me until at MINIMUM one week before the first day of next year.
If you are spending your summer stalking Facebook for my account, you really need to find something better to do with your time. “Ignore”.
File this under “things I never thought I’d have to think about as a teacher”.
Happy Summer.
If you see me in the summer, do not spend the whole first day back saying ‘Miss, Miss, I saw you! I saw you! You were posting a letter’. Yes. I know. I was there. I don’t need a recap.
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TREPIDATION
[noun]
1. a state of alarm or dread; apprehension; tremulous fear; agitation.
2. an involuntary trembling or quivering; tremor.
Etymology: from Latin trepidātiō, derivative of trepidā(re), “to be apprehensive, panic”.
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