Things are gettin’ hot, blowin’ up, over at Doug’s blog, with 8 things that irritate [him] with edublogs. Lotsa comments. ¶ My contribution: “people who tell me I’m wrong.” Yeah! Hate that!

1. I need to buy a book that’s got a bunch of these coordinate connect-the-dots thingies.
   
   Google’s been playing coy. Anybody have anything good, the title and publisher of which they’d share?

   [Big ups to Sara from the comments for listing Cartesian Cartoons, which is exactly what I’m looking for, right down to the creepy troll dominating the front cover.]

2. Do any Californians know if ROP credentials are state- or county-issued? I’m looking to get an ROP credential so’s I can teach video production but I’ve never stuck with the same school longer than two years, a pattern which’ll probably bear out in 2008. (My choice; I suck.) I don’t want to sink in the time if my credentials stay here after I’m gone.

Thanks a mil, on both counts.

Even on the days I want to put teaching down, to drop that job just for a day and pick this one up singlemindedly, I can’t. I produced a short for the primary-age division of Mount Hermon last week, a weekly kick-off piece that outlines the camp’s five rules.

Five rules, five sketches.

For perhaps the first time in my short career cutting video, every joke landed, every pocket of tension I sewed into place was tense, every moment I wanted to play big played big. Not a perfect movie by any stretch, but there were no surprises.

I aspire to “no surprises” in my teaching, a goal which doesn’t stand opposite spontaneous, lively instruction, a goal which isn’t inflexible to learner needs. “No surprises” means not tightening the bolts on an elaborate learning moment only to watch it collapse because I overestimated our readiness or overestimated student interest or didn’t incentivizeEr, weird. I thought I was making up a word there. it well enough. Surprise!

For the first time in my career, I planned a linear lesson that didn’t surprise me. For the first time in my career, I produced a short film that didn’t surprise me. Frustratingly, at a time when I’d rather take a mental break from teaching, I find both accomplishments to be thoroughly interwoven.

Both involve a peculiar form of time travel, one in which I not only trek into the future and watch my own lesson/movie unspool, but in which I jump into each student’s/viewer’s head and track her emotional and intellectual state throughout every moment of the lesson/movie. When writing a lesson or a movie, I have to get out there, a day or more into the future, and pay particularly close attention to anyone thinking “I don’t get it” or “I’m bored.”Hollywood has literalized this process substantially with focus group testing. Figures if a joke falls flat in front of a small crowd at a mall in Laughlin, it ain’t gonna do much better when the film opens nationwide across 2000 screens.

Given the inexactitude of both time travel and telepathy I hope no one will jump on my case for admitting I’ve been kinda terrible at both skills for most of both careers. They grow easier, though, as I grow more empathic to the needs and expectations of my audience and as I ponder my flops in both fields. It’s also growing clearer that the harder I work, the more everything, or at least these two things, connects.

I seem to be shutting down for the summer. The creative void that blogging filled during the school year is satisfied daily by video editing and DVD authoring. The stuff I’ve been working on nowadays is a little abstract, maybe too abstract for my teacher audience, too high-minded certainly, but what the hay, I’ll try you out.

Luckily for all of you, a coupla folks are stepping up to fill the gaps.

Tony Lucchese‘s been a consistent and bright presence ’round here, especially recently, clarifying one of my posts for an intractable commenter long after I had lost the patience to engage. He’s going the career-to-classroom route and taking some upper-div math courses right now after a long absence. He’s a good time in the feedreader and he’s only going to grow more relevant as school kicks up again in *checks watch* 1,224 hours. See you then.

Way back when, I called H. the best blogger who doesn’t blog, a great writer who wrote on an annual basis. She’s done with that pace now.  She’s also a weird contradiction in terms, a smart blogger with a soft voice, the sort who’ll cop to a class management deficit and then turn around to teach at San Quentin for the summer. Her recent post, Circumventing the STAR regime – some useful tips, is just savagely funny stuff, worthy of national syndication.

My thanks to both of them for keeping the blogosphere spinning this summer.

Take a knee. Alright y’all, today we’re champions. Feels good, right? Enjoy it while it lasts ’cause tomorrow we’re targets. Next year, every other team in Texas is gonna be gunnin’ for us ’cause we’re number one. Now I don’t know about y’all but anything less than another state championship is completely unacceptable.

So here’s what we’re gonna do. Everyone think about the off season. The off season is about development. Development of strength, development of speed, development of character. [Teaching] is a twelve month, fifty-two week, 365 day commitment, [ladies and] gentlemen. Have a great day today. Enjoy it while it lasts because tomorrow we go to work.

Jason Street, Friday Night Lights S01E22.