The art of public embarrassment

Those were the days

Most of us in the teaching profession struggled through our own desperate periods of awkwardness and can empathize with our students who are dealing with the same issues.

As a student, I was sort of in a league of my own in the awkward department. Not only was I the classic nerd, to top it off I was desperately hiding the fact that I was gay in a small town.  I always kind of knew that when my friends were freaking out about Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard and I was simply wishing the Bo and Luke would take their shirts off, that something was very different about me.

Anyway, most of us were probably unlucky to get some of that sad time photographed. Looking like a cross between a muppet and Napoleon Dynamite, there is a treasure trove of truly awful pictures of me during my high school years.

Now, far too many years later, I sometimes break these out to calm students down and provide a quick laugh at my own expense.

For those students who have suffered major anxiety about exams, I slip in a special note with quite possibly the worst photo ever taken of me. It's a picture taken prior to my discovery of hair gel and good taste in anything resembling fashion. To make matters even worse, I was going through some pretty heavy work at the orthodontist and had a huge gap between my front two teeth. The truly sad thing is that I had actually put some real work into my look that day!

The message on the picture simply reads, "How could you be scared of this test when THIS guy is the one grading it? RELAX!"

Sure, it's poking fun at myself, but students have often told me it calms them down. In the end, providing some levity is probably the best one can do.

Now with that said, anyone want to share an embarrassing pic?  Come on, I dare ya!

Remembering 9/11: Journeying to the sites of a tragedy

Each summer I get a bit obsessive about having a theme for my travels. One summer, I decided to trace the  escape route John Wilkes Booth took after assassinating President Lincoln, while another mission took me to try and find the gravesites of the Lincoln conspirators.  Friends and family know that when I get that crazed look in my eyes and I start Google mapping everything, that a new adventure is brewing.

The Pentagon

For the last two summers I have been working as a tour guide in D.C., taking sweaty 8th graders all around our nations capital. The memorials are always my favorite places to take them to, especially the Pentagon Memorial. Even the most rowdy students are rendered calm and reflective by this powerful tribute to the losses incurred there on that fateful day in our history.

After having given numerous tours of it last summer, I decided that my new mission would be to visit the other two 9/11 sites in New York and rural Pennsylvania.  Although I do not personally know anyone that died in the attacks, after reading numerous biographies of the people who died in the Pentagon and sharing them with my tour groups, I felt drawn to exploring the events and the lives of those that lost their lives at the other sites.

After having gone to all three memorials over the course of two weeks, each one left an indelible mark on me. The 9/11 Memorial and Museum were both very powerful. The new museum is phenomenal and does a perfect job of reconstructing the events as a timeline. It is definitely not for everyone, because of the nature of the exhibits.  If you do go at some point, just be prepared to deal with the emotions that it brings up long after you leave it.  It has a way of staying with you. It reminds me of the feeling I get when visiting the United States Holocaust Memorial and Museum in D.C.  As a tour guide, I can only go through it once a season, because I have trouble letting go of it and frankly no one wants a depressed tour guide.  We always have to remain perky.

Of the three sites, I was not fully prepared for how I would react to the Flight 93 Memorial. It is in a beautiful and remote part of Pennsylvania and I was struck by how such a gorgeous location could be the site of such horrific tragedy.  The memorial itself is still under construction, although the main portion is completed and open to the public.

Upon arriving there, I was overcome by complete sadness.  I fully believe that some places hold a special energy to them, almost like there's an imprint left behind. The research that I had done into the lives of the people on board stuck with me as I walked along the long path leading to the memorial.  I was reminded that these were all just normal everyday people who woke up that morning, never knowing that they would end up becoming part of history in just a few short hours.


A large boulder marks the impact site and only family members, and I assume close friends, are allowed to go out there. It was decided that, at least for the time being, that location be a private area reserved for those that were closest to the victims.

Often, when I embark on these missions, they are about events and people far removed from our history. Usually, I will visit a place and then simply move on to the next destination. It was different for these places. Even though it has been several months since I visited them, the stories that they have to tell are still with me.

Tributes left at the Flight 93 Memorial 

The Stress-Less Review

Yes, it is that almost that time of year when both students and teachers face the stress of finishing the semester. With so much to do and seemingly so little time, it is often hard to just stop and take a breath at times.  Here are a few little tips to curb some of the stress we all deal with both during exams and the year in general.

THERE IS AN APP FOR THAT

There are a few apps that I love to make use of both in and out of the classroom.  My absolute favorite is one called Breeze which is a wind chime app that provides a set of virtual wind chimes.  You get to control various aspects, including the style of wind chime, the background, and even the weather and wind.  It's very calming and it's one that I enjoy projecting onto our board before a test or quiz.

Another great set of apps which focus on breathing are 5 Minute Relax and Breathe2Relax which offers up short deep breathing exercises which can seriously calm down anxiety in just a matter of minutes.

SCENT OF AN EDUCATION

Yes, it does look like an alien egg.

Yes, every classroom has a smell.  Being a teacher in humid Florida, my classroom tends to smell like sweaty middle schoolers who have not yet discovered the joys of deodorant. One thing that creates a nice and calming environment is my air defuser which pumps a pleasant smelling mist into the air.  Generally, I choose a citrus or lemon essential oil because it is not overpowering like some of the others like patchouli. I know that many schools have restrictions about candles, so the air defuser is a wonderful alternative.

A LITTLE GRATITUDE GOES A LONG WAY

During the hustle and bustle of the school day, sometimes it is nice to reflect on what we are thankful for.  I know that I'm sounding a lot like Oprah, but it really does work.  Take a minute or so and have students reflect on just one thing that they are happy or thankful for.  This can be done as a journal activity or have students fill out a slip of paper. I like to keep a special box in my room where we can collect them and return to them from time to time.  It's a very simple exercise and tends to ground students a bit before the regular class can begin.

Creating an inviting classroom is important for all who come in the door.  These suggestions do not take much time and naturally do not have to be done every day.  We all know that situations arise where we simply need to step back and chill before progressing forward. No, we will never eliminate all stress from our lives, but creating our own strategies can be helpful both for us as teachers and our students.

Oh and by the way, my classroom is really not a spa, although a professional masseuse would be awesome!

Scavenging with Remind

Recently, I tweeted about using Remind to come up with a scavenger hunt while at the John F. Kennedy Library and Museum.  Remind asked me to be a guest blogger for them and here is my entry here.  Please check out my other posts and my website at One if by Land Adventures.

The Amazing Geocaching Race

I discovered Geocaching about 4 years ago and quickly grew a little obsessed.  For those of you who have zero clue what I am talking about, Geocaching began over 10 years ago and is a GPS based hunt for hidden caches throughout the world.  Some of them are as small as pill, while others can be the size of a shoe box.  For many, it is simply the thrill of the hunt since some of the finds are quite challenging.

After spending a summer of digging through the nooks and crannies around Florida and beyond finding these little treasures, I figured it would be a great activity for my Geography class.  Within the world of Geocaching you might stumble upon what is known as a "Travel Bug". These are items placed in Geocaches with special missions attached to them.  Geocachers that find them have the option of taking them with them and dropping them off at another cache.

Four years ago, each of my classes launched "bugs" into the world with the mission of just traveling and seeing historic sites. Sadly, two of them were lost somewhere along on their journeys. Unbelievably though, two of them are still out traveling the world.

2010

2014

Betsy Ross has traveled the most miles, logging a staggering 55,000 miles in the United States alone. Recently, I discovered that she was very close to home and I went to retrieve her to reunite her with the kids who remained at our school.  For such a long distance, she was in really great shape.  Heck, I know after a long plane ride, I look like death, but then again, I'm not made of plastic.

This year, my Geography class has created their own version of the Amazing Race with teams competing to log the most miles within the school year.  As the various groups travel around, we are going to look up each site they visit and do a 5 themes based activity researching and discovering about the location where their bug currently is located.  The nice thing about many caches is that many are themed and provide insight into the locations.  For example, in Tampa, we have some caches that highlight our immigrant history or share interesting information that would not really be found in a travel guide.  

I really hope that this batch of bugs travel very far.  It is quite amazing to see the reactions on the faces of the kids when they see how far their bugs have traveled and its pretty cool that they can learn something about our wide world in the process.

For more information about Geocaching, please visit their site and also check out my site as well.  Happy caching!

UPDATE:  After traveling for a few a months, this last batch of travel bugs have had quite the journey.  One group has gone international, visiting Belgium, France and Greece.  They are now resting somewhere in Spain, waiting to be picked up for their next adventure.

Teach from your soul

Please pardon the potential rambling which is sure to weave its way in, but I have been putting a lot of thought the last several months, actually years into what makes up great teaching.

It seems like everyone has an opinion on the matter. There's those that are strict, by the book teachers, and on the far other spectrum, there are those that are much more of the anything goes mentality. 

I have been at my school for 14 years, but in the last few years I have grown restless. Our school has as part of its mission statement to "be yourself" which is something I strive for not only for myself but for my students.

Sadly, my department has adopted more of a cookie cutter approach to teaching which involves very little other than Harkness style discussion. Don't get me wrong, I love discussion based work , but I believe there has to be variety too.

As a teacher, I am passionate about the life I have chosen to lead and I want that passion to translate to my students. Being told how to teach is soul crushing and removes individuality from the classroom.

After reading Teach Like a Pirate by Dave Burgess, I was almost in tears because I finally felt like a found people who understood why I teach the way I do. I finally found some kinship among people who don't feel silly dressing up as part of an activity or even converting the room into a stage where the Boston Massacre is recreated or where students stumble upon a Civil War encampment.

I use lessons as a way to create memorable events for students, lessons that they will absorb and remember for years to come. In the end, I want to teach in a way that stirs my soul and taps into creativity. There's nothing better(and sometimes frustrating) than being jolted awake by one of those "aha!" moments where you think of a more engaging way to allow students to discover and learn the material. Even though I have been teaching for over 17 years, I still get a bit giddy about approaching something in a new and interesting way.

I know that my students appreciate and have enjoyed their experience in my class. Even the ones who just couldn't "get" history have come back through the years to express gratitude so I know I must have done something right.

I honestly do not know what my future holds in my current school. Perhaps this is all the gentle nudge that I need to pursue my real dream of teaching on the road through my site.  If you have not checked out my vision then please visit my information page. I would love and appreciate any feedback.

Until then, I feel as if I have to do what I know works for the kids and what gets them excited about learning history.  Isn't that our real goal, to create lifelong learners?

Tables Turned: Lessons from an 8th Grader

Yes, I will admit it, I absolutely love summer break and the time off that it affords me.  Well, time off is a bit misstated. The time off allows me to pursue other ventures, most namely my work in developing One if by Land Adventures and giving tours of our nations capital.

A few years ago, Worldstrides asked me to come on board and be one of their Course Leaders which is really a more glamorized term for tour guide.  The month I am able to spend in DC is incredibly rewarding and allows me to educate on site which is one of my true passions.

Touring in June can present its own challenges, most namely the heat and humidity which at times can feel as if Satan himself is taking one large fart on you.  Despite that we walk, and I do mean WALK, the sites in DC.  One of my personal favorite places to go while touring is Arlington National Cemetery.

There are some places that simply hold a certain power to them as if walking on the ground is an almost sacred experience.  Upon entering the gates of Arlington, I challenge each group to treat the walk as almost a walking meditation.  We are so surrounded by "noise" and each other, that I ask them to gaze around and really take in the cemetery.  What graves stand out?  Do you notice a particular item left on a grave?  How are others experiencing the cemetery?  These are all things I try to challenge them to do.

A few weeks ago, on a particularly hot and humid day, I took a group up on the road less traveled.  Typically, we usually visit the Kennedy gravesites and then walk up to the Tomb of the Unknowns and back down. On this day, I took them on a route where they would also see the graves of slain civil rights leader, Medgar Evers, Robert Todd Lincoln, and William Howard Taft.  The route does require some pretty heft climbing up oddly shaped stairs but eventually you reach Arlington House which has one of the best views of the entire city.

After the rather brutal climb, we were sweating bullets and I was making full use of my sweat towel and spraying down the kids with my trusty misting fan.  There was the usual grumbling about the heat and I was definitely feeling their pain.  It was then that one of the students came up to me and stated something that I will share with each tour group from now on.  She gazed out over the landscape, lined with endless rows of gravestones and said "You know it's really hot and miserable out here, but just when I want to complain, I think about what each of these people did for our country and then I realize a couple hours of heat don't mean a thing."  I stopped dabbing myself with the sweat towel and looked at her in stunned amazement.  She was so genuine in her statement that I almost teared up a bit.  A couple of her friends agreed and we ended up having a very nice conversation about it as we marched toward the Tomb of the Unknowns.

There are many times when we are told or observe people in general being extremely self centered in todays society.  Yes, that is the case in certain situations, but this young lady taught me a very valuable lesson that day and one that I will continue to share.

There's something about Thinglink

This has been a monumental year at our school.  We made the move to 1:1 iPad and like everyone else we have experienced wonderful successes, and yes, spectacular failures.  As I began the process of reevaluating pretty much everything in my curriculum, I made one vow to myself and my students, which was not to inundate them with thousands of apps.

Just one single visit to the app store can cause all kinds of app fatigue and there is always something new and powerful to try.  Throughout the year, I have tried many and put them through the test, even getting a focus group of students involved to determine which ones were most useful.

One that came sprang to my attention at the beginning of the year was Thinglink.  It allows the user to upload an image and make it interactive.  The old saying of "a picture can tell a thousand words" becomes a reality with this site and app.  Thinglink allows users to generate a variety of tags composed of video, music, links or simply text to make the image interactive.

My classes recently completed a semester long memorial project in which they researched a person or event from American history that they wanted to learn more about.  In the end they produced a research paper and they designed a memorial representing their subject.  Through the years, there have been mind blowing projects turned in and I have always longed to keep more than just a picture of them to show future classes.

This year, each student created a digital copy of their project using Thinglink.  Rather than just a picture, students have now been able to tag all the symbolic elements of their projects, providing the viewer a virtual tour.  Not only that, they were also able to provide extra information relevant to their topic such as site links and videos of themselves and short documentaries.  It has been a great success and students have also enjoyed showing off their work.

Unlike many apps, Thinglink is also computer based too.  There are definite advantages to both.  I actually prefer the functionality of the actual website, because there are more editing options such as different  buttons and such.  Regardless, it is a great tool and one that is not just flashy, but one that also gets those creative and educational juices flowing.

Here are some examples of some student projects.

The Manhattan Project

The Secret Six

A lesson with the president

One of my main goals as a teacher is to provide my students with the opportunity to go beyond the traditional curriculum.  For the past several years, I have taken students on a variety of optional field trips to various locations.  We have traveled both near and far to tour special museum exhibits, participate in Civil War reenactments and even talked with an Abraham Lincoln impersonator on the 200 year anniversary of his birth.

One of the most interesting things that we have done through the years has been a special road trip up to Americus, Georgia to tour the site of the infamous Civil War prison camp of Andersonville.  What began each year as a fairly small group, has now blossomed into quite tradition that they look forward to all year.

As part of the weekend, we also attend a church service with President Jimmy Carter in his hometown of Plains, which is just a short distance from Americus.  For years, President Carter has been one of the primary Sunday School teachers at Maranatha Baptist Church and the public is always welcome to attend.  

The church itself is very small and unassuming.  It reminds me of my grandmothers old church with the unmistakeable "church smell" of old lady perfume hymnals.  Many times, our families and students who have attended, pass by the church thinking that there is no way a former president would be teaching there.  Oftentimes, everyone is looking for some sort of mega church. 

President Carter is still provided(or required) to have Secret Service protection and my students are usually a bit freaked out by them, but they are nothing compared to Miss Jan, who has been with the Carters for years.  She is highly protective of the Carter family and proceeds to tell everyone all of the many rules she expects you to abide by when President Carter comes out.  She tells you how to address him(President Carter is fine), she tells you not to stand up for him nor clap for him.  She explains that he is no longer the president, so rising for him is not required and that he is there as a teacher so clapping at the end is just silly.  She does all of this with a cantankerous zeal and you disobey her at your own risk.  

In between the subtle threats, Miss Jan also humanizes President Carter.  A gifted carpenter, Carter personally made the wooden collection plates and large wooden cross at the front of the church.  She loves to point out that President Carter inscribed his initials on the bottom of the wooden bowls and that JC was just a happy coincidence.  Since she has known the Carter's all of her life, she loves to dish about their marriage and how Rosalynn remarked that after their first date, she wasn't all that impressed with him.  Apparently he really grew on her because they have been married a whopping 68 years!

After roughly 30 minutes of going through "training" Miss Jan asks everyone to bow their heads for a prayer.  She blesses everyone in the church and the upcoming lesson.  When the prayer is over, President Carter is in front of the congregation.  This is one of my favorite parts of the entire service, because the look on my students faces are priceless.  Although, we have not really covered President Carter's presidency in class quite yet, they are still filled with awe at being so up close to a former president.  

President Carter typically begins each lesson with getting to know the audience a bit by asking some questions and then proceeds to relay what he and Rosalynn have been up to.  Despite being 89, he is still incredibly active in his role as a former president.  Last year he talked about he and Rosalynn had just gotten back from South America and had ridden to the top of a mountain on mules. I can only hope to be that active at his age.

The lesson itself often a blend of scripture combined with anecdotes from his world experience.  During our most recent trip he talked about peaceful resolutions and how Jesus surrounded himself with the wretches of society and offered them forgiveness when all others shunned them.  He made the point that the United States has much work to do if they are to live up to the ideals that Jesus espoused.  President Carter expressed concern about how we treat our poor and how in our current political environment, the poor and even immigrants are being cast as enemies and a bunch of freeloaders.  Yes, the system must be modified, but to deny access to many because of abuse by a few is unacceptable.  The entire lesson was quite compelling and eye opening.  

Although the subject matter is often quite heavy, President Carter injects humor into every lesson I have ever seen him teach, often at the expense of Rosalynn who is seated in one of the front pews.  To see them riff on each other is great fun to watch.  Seeing the various small town characters that attend is also what makes the whole experience special.  One little old man strolled in late and President Carter poked a little fun at him for being tardy which led to a whole exchange between the two lifelong neighbors.  

Despite what one might think of Carter's presidency, it is impossible not to be moved by hearing him and witnessing him teach.  It is such a unique experience and one that I treasure each year with my students.  Although historians will always point out his mistakes as president, it is my hope that he will also be remembered for his kind spirit and generosity that he has truly made his life's mission.  

Will this make you a SuperTeacher?

In every teachers lounge across the country, the same scene plays out every morning.  The tired and weary teachers line up at the coffee machine for that first cup of coffee to provide that first necessary jolt in the morning.  I remember that our coffee machine at school broke down on the first day of school one year and you would have thought the entire was going to become one unending disaster. 

I am a self confessed recovering coffee addict.  As a young kid I would whine and complain until my mom finally relented and gave me a morning cup filled with enough sugar to make it more like pancake syrup than coffee.  I made the switch to green tea a couple of years ago and saw major improvement in my mood and energy.  My students appreciated the change because there was no more hideous coffee breath to deal with.  Sorry, no Altoid can cover up that rank smell.

Like many, at the beginning of the new year I did make some resolutions.  One of which was to eat better and make healthier choices.  Admittedly, I am not the picture of health.  I would love to say that you could bounce a silver dollar off my rippling abs, but that is simply not the case.  I did, however, do 20 push ups before beginning this article, so I guess that is a start.

With all the craze about "green drinks" recently, I decided to give it a try and went through a variety of green based drinks.  I discovered that a majority of them taste like total crap.  I would be better off running out into the front yard every morning and grazing like cattle.  Finally, I have discovered one that tastes decent AND has the added benefit of truly revitalizing me throughout the day.  Amazing Grass, when mixed in with Welch's Lite White Grape Juice is the perfect and more healthy substitute for coffee and even green tea. Do not under any circumstances mix it it with just water.  It's pretty darn revolting that way.

After having been drinking it consistently for a month, I have noticed I simply feel better and have more energy throughout the day.  I have also noticed my skin is even better.  What I usually do is mix up a few batches in a large Mason jar and keep it handy at school.  Yes, it looks like swamp water in the fridge but you are guaranteed that no one will be stealing from you.  I drink an 8 oz glass in the morning before heading to school and then have a a glass in the afternoon.  Students are pretty grossed out by me drinking it, but it has led to some nice discussions about healthy eating.  Some are even drinking it themselves now.

Amazing Grass comes in a variety of sizes and flavors, but my favorite is the ENERGY one.  They also make individual packets for those on the go.  

So much is written about student health these days, but we as teachers also need to take care of ourselves too.  By doing so, we are benefitting our students in a way that is often overlooked.  Alright, time to do more push ups.  

Andersonville Road Trip

When given the opportunity to take students on the road, I never pass it up.  Teaching on-site is a true passion of mine because I often feel constrained by the four walls of my classroom.  Getting students out there to walk where history happened allows them to have a much more personal connection to the subject.

Several years ago I began taking students up to the Andersonville National Historic Site in southwestern Georgia.  We do a mock trial beforehand in which students recreate the war crimes trial against Captain Henry Wirz who was the commander of the infamous prison camp.  We cap it off with the six hour road trip to visit the site for the weekend.  It is an optional trip for students and their families.

Rather than giving just your standard run of the mill tour, I always have both the students and parents actively engaged in activities while we are there.

While at the site, I give each student their own bag of items which represents the items that they would be bringing into Andersonville if they had actually been a prisoner.  Items include things like beef jerky, an orange, scissors, money, canteen of water, candles, peanuts and various other items.  When we enter the reconstructed front gate, students are then allowed to look at their items to determine how or why the particular items would be valuable to survival.  What is usually interesting is that students often begin to exchange items with each other.  Since we have already studied Andersonville, students usually pick up on the fact that their items would probably not have lasted very long since "fresh fish" were often attacked and robbed.  This is an activity that could easily be done in the classroom as well.

At designated sites on the tour we also read diary entries from survivors describing the conditions of the camp.  Some describe the horrors of the prison while others show aspects of daily life.  This year my creativity was inspired by a trip to Michaels and I bought each student a small bottle to gather up a sample from Providence Spring.  In August 1864, an intense storm approached the stockade and a single bolt of lightning slammed into the ground just inside of the prison, opening up a natural spring which provided some much needed fresh drinking water. The sudden appearance of this spring most likely saved hundreds if not thousands of lives. For years after the war ended, survivors would go to Providence Spring and drink from it saying it provided good health and good luck. Students were excited to have their own sample to take home.

Arguing the case to parents

Our trip also provided students with the opportunity to show off their debating skills to their parents.  When we got to the location where Wirz's office was, students were split into their prosecution/defense teams they had during the mock trial and were given a few minutes to argue their case for or against Captain Wirz in front of the parents who drove up.  This year, it was quite a lively debate with a majority of the parents saying Wirz was guilty.

At the end of our tour we visited the cemetery in which the 13,000 victims are buried.  The week before, I printed off a list of the victims and hung it up to give students a visual representation of what 13,000 actually looked like.  Each student then selected a name and wrote a remembrance card and put together a bouquet of flowers for the soldier.  When we visited the cemetery each student took their own tribute plus another classmates and placed it on the designated grave.  This is one of those things that could have been either a great success or an epic failure due to not being able to find the proper graves.  Luckily it was a huge success because my students said it made the whole experience much more personal since they felt more connected to the buried soldier.

In addition to visiting Andersonville, we also toured the Habitat for Humanity Global Village where they learned about the organization and visited mock ups of homes that they build throughout the world.  We ended the weekend by attending a Sunday school class taught by President Carter which  is a whole other blog post.  All in all this years trip was a huge success and students came in this morning still buzzing about what a good time they had.  I had a wonderful time too, but man am I exhausted.

President Carter post coming soon!

Pieces of History: Connecting Past to Present

 

 Oftentimes I get asked why I became so interested in history.  This, of course is usually after they tell me how much they hated history in school.  How boring it was.  How it was all just a bunch of useless facts and dead people.  Why should they care and why the heck would I devote my life to teaching it?  I try my best to not get offended but sometimes it is difficult, especially since I would never dream of telling another person that their job mad no sense.

I can understand their views because there were times during my youth that I had teachers who droned on fact after fact until not only our eyes glazed over, but theirs did as well.  I believe that the key to teaching history is to create a personal connection to it.  Offer up something that students can actually feel and touch.  Create some genuine emotion.

When I was a little 4th grade hell raiser, I could sense my teachers frustration.  I was the poster child for ADHD and very little could hold my interest very long, least of all history.  Actually, math would usually send me over the edge into a full blown manic wave of hysteria but that is another story.  I vividly recall Mrs. Wolf grabbing me by my shoulders multiple times and just yell "STOP!" when I was screwing around.

One day we went on a field trip of Civil War sites surrounding our town in northwest Arkansas.  At the beginning, I was much more concerned about whether my mom had packed a enough cookies in my lunchbox to really care about what we were actually going to see.  We were dropped off at a location known as the Headquarters House which served as headquarters for the Union commanders during a little skirmish that took place close to our downtown area. We were greeted by a little old man and I honestly assumed he had actually fought in the war.  He led us around and took us to a parlor area and pointed out a small hole that was in the door and told us that it was an actual bullet hole from the Civil War.  He passed around a bullet similar to what had gone through the door and we each handled it, absorbing its weight and carefully passed it to each other.

He then encouraged us to go up and touch the bullet hole.  This was especially shocking to me because every museum I had ever been to had barriers and huge signs everywhere saying "DO NOT TOUCH".  The fact that he encouraged us to touch it seemed so foreign and against the rules.  I glanced at Mrs. Wolf and she was scowling which was normal but did not voice her disapproval. As I touched the small bullet hole and felt its smooth edges covered by multiple layers of white paint I was transfixed.  I was actually touching history!  It was not something just in a book.  This was the real thing.  I often point out that this experience is what made me fall in love with the subject.  This was not just some random fact thrown out there or some battle maneuver droned on about.  This was a piece of history and I was allowed to touch it.

This is is the sense of wonder I try to bring into my own classes.  I love using objects to tell the personal stories of past events.  One of my favorites is using a replica of Lt. George Dixon's gold coin from the Hunley.  For years it had been rumored that Lt. Dixon had carried this "lucky" gold coin with him.  It had been given to him by his sweetheart back home and had saved his life during the Battle of Shiloh when it had deflected a bullet.  Nice story, but like so many of these stories, many are embroiled in myth and legend.  When the wreck of the Hunley was discovered, the conservationists hoped that the gold coin would be found, but it was considered to be a shot in the dark, but remarkably in 2001 it was found on the remains of Dixon glinting golden like it was brand new.  It even had an inscription that had been etched into it which said

Shiloh
April 6, 1862
My life Preserver
G. E. D.

Another story that interests students are the names carved into the floor of Stone House at Manassas.  After the second battle that occurred there, Privates Eugene Geer(aged 18) and Charles Brehm(aged 21) were taken to one of the rooms on the second story of the house to await treatment for their wounds.  While there, they each carved their names into the floorboards.  When teaching about it we talk about why they possibly did it.  Perhaps it was just graffiti.  Perhaps it was simply a reminder that they existed and felt this was the one way they could be remembered.  Geer died almost a month later

of his wounds while Brehm lived until 1909.

Years ago, I set out on a quest to visit every site that I teach about so in addition to telling the stories about the actual event, I tell about the misadventures I had while on the site.  From having my appendix explode at Fort Sumter to spending the night alone at the Lizzie Borden house, students enjoy hearing the story behind the story.  To get the pictures of the carvings at Manassas I had to do some SERIOUS sweet talking and groveling to be allowed to go upstairs.  I explained I had been to Manassas several times(I really had) and each time I was denied access.  Being the only one in the house at the the time, the park ranger finally relented and allowed me to go upstairs as long as I was super quick before other people came into the house.  I'm not exactly sure why they never let people up there.  Perhaps safety?  Regardless, I was able to get my own pics.  Sure, I could have searched for them on Google, but there is just something much more authentic about seeing it with your own eyes and getting your own pics.   Then again, maybe I'm just nuts.

Stories like these and many others like it are personal reminders that history is not just about a bunch of dead people and endless facts.  They serve as a personal time machine to the past.  Often we can come to realize that we are all connected to the past in many different ways.  The emotion of history is so important to get across because it creates that deeper connection.  I just hope that by sharing these stories I can help create that same sense of wonder that my 4th grade hellion self had when I actually "experienced history for the first time.

Storehouse: Visual Storytelling

I have to admit that tapping on the App store gives me a bit of anxiety.  Each time there's a brand new arrival of new and wonderful apps that are going to revolutionize life as we know it, or at least claim to.  Then there's Flappy Bird but that's a whole new and frustrating blog post. 

At times I get a bit of app overload and just as soon as I get really used to one, then another new great one pops up.  Storehouse is one that has caught my eye and creativity recently.  Basically, it is a visual storytelling platform that allows user to create stories through text, pictures, and short videos. It has a very user friendly layout and allows users to upload directly from an iPad through the camera roll, Dropbox, and Instagram.  It is so easy that within minutes it is possible to create a beautiful and engaging presentation.

Over the past few weeks, I have become a bit of an addict to the app which is pretty rare.  My ADD self generally gets tired of apps very quickly and I delete them, looking at them again only when I peruse all my past purchases(amazing how they add up). I have had a wonderful time going through old pictures and videos to create my first stories.

I look forward to having students use Storehouse and envision that it will be very useful in creating projects that involve photography.  In the near future, my Civics classes will work on a project in which they take photos of the Constitution at work in our daily lives.  I plan on setting up a class account so that they may each submit their projects to one site.  I can imagine that by working with the app, many new opportunities will present themselves.

Being such a new app, I am excited to see how it will grow and improve.  I do hope that Storehouse will provide a good way to embed stories on outside websites.  I would like to be able to directly embed my stories on my own website without having to go to the app.  I look forward to new and improved updates.

With all that said, I simply encourage everyone to give Storehouse a try and begin to experiment with it.  Look to the stories that are already created.  Not only do they provide inspiration, they are also great entertainment.  Be sure to check out my own stories by searching for One if by Land Adventures.

History Makes Me Vomit

I have been teaching American History for over 10 years now and I still love the subject.  It seems that there is always something new to learn no matter how many times I have learned it before.  It is with that spirit that I began to try to visit every historic site that I teach about.  There is something special about actually being at the actual location that brings the story to life much more than just reading from a stale old textbook.

A few years ago I was accepted into a phenomenol NEH Institute called Voices Across Time in Pittsburgh.  I decided to take the opportunity to use the experience to go on a historical road trip and visit as many places as possible on the journey there and back.  My itinerary included D.C., various Civil War battlefields, and the 4th of July in Philly.

I was very excited to get going, so much so that I just gave up on trying to sleep the night before and headed out of town at 4 in the morning(the lack of sleep did catch up with me though and I ended up napping in a Wal-Mart parking lot somewhere in the middle of Florida).  As I crossed the Florida/Georgia state line I stopped for gas and grabbed a yogurt to eat on the road.  As a travel tip, I would not suggest buying yogurt in a place that sells bait because after getting halfway through it I began to have regrets. 

My first official stop was to be Fort Sumter in Charleston, South Carolina.  Fort Sumter was where the opening shots of the Civil War occurred and being a Civil War buff, I was really excited to finally see it.  As I began to get closer to Charleston, a wave of ill feeling came over me and I began to feel progressively worse with each passing mile. I figured that it was the sketchy yogurt I had eaten earlier and figured that pulling over and getting something real on my stomach would not hurt.  I saw a Subway up the road and pulled over to grab a quick sandwich.  As I got out of the car I was wracked with pain but hobbled my way into the restaurant.  Honestly, I don't know what the heck a sandwich would have done but it did seem like a good idea at the time.  I choked down part of the sandwich in hopes it would calm the demons inside me, but it seemed to have only angered them even more.

By the time I finally got to Charleston I was a hot, sweaty mess, but I absolutely refused to believe I was actually sick and walked toward the National Park Service Visitor Center for the next ferry out to the fort.  With an hour to wait, I went to the bathroom to throw some cold water on my face.  When I looked in the mirror, I simply could not believe it was me.  I was dead man pasty and my eyes were dilated.  Now, I'm normally pretty darn white, but this was totally abnormal.

The boat ride turned out to be an experiment in terror.  The rocking back and forth, plus the heat turned my stomach into a boiling cauldron.  I could not imagine throwing up because I had not actually gotten vomit sick since I was four years old.  This was a a totally foreign feeling for me, but despite the misery I soldiered on, keeping the Civil War soldiers in my mind.  Surely, they had experienced far worse than a tummy ache.  I didn't want to be a wimp.

I have a strong passion for historical preservation and try to instill that into my students.  I feel that these sites should be approached with respect, dignity, and reverence.  As I toured around the fort, I kept running back and forth to the bathroom to throw cold water on my face, but I still wanted to get the most out of the experience.  Looking at a plaque with at least two dozen other tourists, I felt that unmistakeable feeling that I was gonna puke.  I fought it hard, but the juices began to swell in my mouth and all of a sudden I exploded like vile volcano all over the plaque and the surrounding area.  The tourists scattered like crazy.  A little old lady in a wheelchair took off like she was in the Indy 500.  And then of course, there I was continuing to release the contents of my stomach all over a national shrine.  So much for dignity and respect.

Fort Sumter had survived war and scores of tropical storms and hurricanes through the years, but I managed to close down a whole section of it.  The NPS got me back on the boat and people kept giving me the stink eye and stayed far away for fear I would unleash again.  Upon landing at the dock I decided to forgo any other touring for the day and checked into a hotel, where I continued to be sick. 

After suffering through the night, I drove the next morning to Virginia, where I planned to do Colonial Williamsburg and the Historic Triangle.  By the time I finally arrived there, I was so weak and sick that I just crashed in the hotel and prayed that all would be better by morning.  I was mistaken.  The next morning I looked at my itinerary longingly and knew that all my plans would be put on hold until I got medical attention.  With Pittsburgh being my destination, I headed towards there, passing D.C., Philly, Antietam, and others along the way.  I was miserable at the thought of the lost opportunity.

To make matters even worse, I realized I had forgotten all my insurance information and frantically called my school to see if they could fax it to me once I got to the hospital.  I do not remember too terribly much about the drive, but apparently I scared the hell out of our business office because they kept calling me, begging me to pull over and call 911.  Later on, I was told that I was speaking gibberish and muttering about all sorts of things, including reading out the speed limit signs every time I passed one.

I got to Pittsburgh and found a hospital.  I walked in and said that I had REALLY bad food poisoning and that I needed help. I then just sat down in the middle of the floor and refused to move until they hauled me onto a wheelchair and into an examining room.  It did not take too long to diagnose me with appendicitis and I was whisked off to emergency surgery. 

The next thing I knew I was in recovery shivering uncontrollably with the surgeon standing over me shaking his head. Without much of an expression on his face he said "Mr. Fowler, you should be dead."  Not exactly the sentiment I figured I would receive, but I was at least relieved to be alive.  Later on he informed me, that my insides were a wreck and that the appendix had burst two days before while I was most likely at Fort Sumter.  He had never heard of anyone surviving that long with the toxins running through them.

Now let me tell you one thing, being that sick away from everyone you love just plain sucks.  Sure, the morphine trigger helped the first day, but after they took it away, I was left alone for 3 days with sadistic but well meaning nurses barging in every hour to poke and prod me to get a new blood sample.

I would like to say that the three day hospital stay was it, but when our class visited Gettysburg two weeks later, I was overcome with fever and had to be rushed to the emergency room once again to treat infections in my abdomen.  Another three days and I got to have a wonderfully attractive drain installed in my back that was connected to a collection bulb which smelled like death.  I tried to Febreze the thing but nothing curbed my stench.  My fellow classmates did their best to not to wince every time I passed by, but needless to say "drain boy" had to eat alone for several lunches.

All in all it took at least nine weeks to get over my battle.  I didn't even mention my rather unique roommate during the Philly institute, but honestly that is a whole book itself.  I like to tell my students that the Civil War got kicked off at Fort Sumter, but Sumter also declared a Civil War on me.

My loss, their gain

Here it is almost a month into 2014.  Like most people, the new year brings new opportunities and naturally the traditional new years resolutions.  Hopefully you have stuck to yours!

One of the most common resolutions is of course to lose weight and be more healthy in general.  I started off the year with the most positive of intentions, but a case of the flu and strep raging through the house has prevented much in the way of exercising and sticking to a great diet.  We have more or less been hanging on through survival mode.

I turned the dreaded 40 last year and have vowed that my 40's are going to be my healthiest and most fit ever.  Problem is that I have incredibly low willpower.  What bad can one pizza do?  Eh, I'll skip the workout because that hilarious repeat of Friends is on.  Never mind, the existence of DVR and the fact that I have probably seen it 50 times already.  See what I'm getting at?

This year I have decided to get my students involved in my weight loss resolution.  They are ALWAYS begging for extra credit but I am somewhat of a grinch regarding it.  What I told them is that however much weight I lose in the next semester becomes their extra credit gift at the end of the year.  Basically my loss is their gain. 

I did this little project with some hesitation because I did not know how they would react.  At first they were pressuring me into an eating disorder but over the last week it has sparked some good conversation about healthy eating and portion control.  I can even see students questioning some of the choices available to them in the vending machines at school.  Rather than blindly eating the junk that is available, they are even beginning to make better choices and be proud about it.

Have I been perfect so far?  Uh, no, but since the plague seems to have left the house with a healthy scrubdown and more Lysol than I would like to admit, I am ready to tackle it full force.  Now that I have put it out there and on here, I have no choice but to succeed.  There's no way I'm gonna stand up in from of my students and tell them I only lost 5 pounds.  Sometimes pressure can be a good thing.