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	<description>Life outside the line of off-stump ...</description>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by Eric MacKnight</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eric MacKnight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 16:07:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A beautiful piece of writing, Pete. I&#039;m sure your dad is very proud of you. 

BTW, I&#039;ve still got a lot of quotations up on my classroom walls, but not that one at the moment. By Wednesday next week, I promise.

Best wishes.

Eric</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A beautiful piece of writing, Pete. I&#8217;m sure your dad is very proud of you. </p>
<p>BTW, I&#8217;ve still got a lot of quotations up on my classroom walls, but not that one at the moment. By Wednesday next week, I promise.</p>
<p>Best wishes.</p>
<p>Eric</p>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by Paul Oh</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/10/06/i-am-large/comment-page-1/#comment-2455</link>
		<dc:creator>Paul Oh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 04:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was beautiful. And it was Large. As are you, for sure.

Peace and love to you, my friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was beautiful. And it was Large. As are you, for sure.</p>
<p>Peace and love to you, my friend.</p>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by Lynn Jacobs</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/10/06/i-am-large/comment-page-1/#comment-2454</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynn Jacobs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 03:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Peter, I do know this myriad of feelings.  When my dad passed I was angry with him for the longest time.  I was mad that he smoked and mad that he drank and disgusted that he didn&#039;t eat right.  I wanted his approval and I needed him there to give it to me.  But he suddenly wasn&#039;t and I was mad.  I stayed mad for a while, and could work up a good head of tears over it at very little provocation.  After a while though, it all began to settle and I forgot to be so mad.  Every so often I&#039;d turn inward, though and kind of pick at that scab, just to see if it&#039;d still bleed.  Finally, it no longer did.  I guess I grew up a little after that.

I loved reading your piece.  I&#039;m glad you&#039;re writing - it is really the only way out for some of us.  I&#039;ve thought of you all week.  Please know I&#039;m sending you lots of love and support. 
 
Lynn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Peter, I do know this myriad of feelings.  When my dad passed I was angry with him for the longest time.  I was mad that he smoked and mad that he drank and disgusted that he didn&#8217;t eat right.  I wanted his approval and I needed him there to give it to me.  But he suddenly wasn&#8217;t and I was mad.  I stayed mad for a while, and could work up a good head of tears over it at very little provocation.  After a while though, it all began to settle and I forgot to be so mad.  Every so often I&#8217;d turn inward, though and kind of pick at that scab, just to see if it&#8217;d still bleed.  Finally, it no longer did.  I guess I grew up a little after that.</p>
<p>I loved reading your piece.  I&#8217;m glad you&#8217;re writing &#8211; it is really the only way out for some of us.  I&#8217;ve thought of you all week.  Please know I&#8217;m sending you lots of love and support. </p>
<p>Lynn</p>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by Sarah Pape</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/10/06/i-am-large/comment-page-1/#comment-2453</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Pape</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:47:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Peter. Jackson Browne is my all-time, since high school (too), melancholy poet/singer/songwriter. I actually own his hat. My aunt was obsessed with him and lived and worked in LA around his haunts. She passed by his open convertible and snatched it from the driver&#039;s seat. I inherited it when I began playing his records all night while penning my sad sack poetry...

I am so sorry for your loss. Such inadequate words when we get close to the bone. I am, though, heartened to see you working through your experience by writing, and with such honesty. Even in admitting your weaknesses, I am struck by how humble and good you are.

You have been in my thoughts. If it would make you feel any better, you can borrow my/his hat sometime. ;) Sing out if you need any old thing.

--SP</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Peter. Jackson Browne is my all-time, since high school (too), melancholy poet/singer/songwriter. I actually own his hat. My aunt was obsessed with him and lived and worked in LA around his haunts. She passed by his open convertible and snatched it from the driver&#8217;s seat. I inherited it when I began playing his records all night while penning my sad sack poetry&#8230;</p>
<p>I am so sorry for your loss. Such inadequate words when we get close to the bone. I am, though, heartened to see you working through your experience by writing, and with such honesty. Even in admitting your weaknesses, I am struck by how humble and good you are.</p>
<p>You have been in my thoughts. If it would make you feel any better, you can borrow my/his hat sometime. <img src='http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  Sing out if you need any old thing.</p>
<p>&#8211;SP</p>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by Cynthia Calvert</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cynthia Calvert</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:26:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>(I just wrote a long response to this, but my connection wigged out, so I&#039;m starting over with a shorter reply.)

I understand all the emotions you are going through, and I promise they are normal.  I went through them all when first my dad and then my mom had a stroke and became dependent on their five children, but especially my family and me because we were the only ones who lived in the same town and then my sister Gail and her family when they moved back to MS. I was heart-broken, resentful, guilty, grief-stricken, angry, sad--the entire gamut of emotions.  Soon after my mother&#039;s funeral, my minister told me, &quot;Don&#039;t worry that you can&#039;t cry.  It&#039;s okay.  I&#039;ve watched you go through all the stages of grief already.&quot; And, you know what--it was all right--finally.

My prayers are with you and yours as you go through all the stages of grief.  It will be all right--finally.

Cynthia</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(I just wrote a long response to this, but my connection wigged out, so I&#8217;m starting over with a shorter reply.)</p>
<p>I understand all the emotions you are going through, and I promise they are normal.  I went through them all when first my dad and then my mom had a stroke and became dependent on their five children, but especially my family and me because we were the only ones who lived in the same town and then my sister Gail and her family when they moved back to MS. I was heart-broken, resentful, guilty, grief-stricken, angry, sad&#8211;the entire gamut of emotions.  Soon after my mother&#8217;s funeral, my minister told me, &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry that you can&#8217;t cry.  It&#8217;s okay.  I&#8217;ve watched you go through all the stages of grief already.&#8221; And, you know what&#8211;it was all right&#8211;finally.</p>
<p>My prayers are with you and yours as you go through all the stages of grief.  It will be all right&#8211;finally.</p>
<p>Cynthia</p>
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		<title>Comment on I am large &#8230; by stuckinmypedals</title>
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		<dc:creator>stuckinmypedals</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:55:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Resentment?  Check.  Guilt?  Check.  Relief?  Check.  Inappropriate joking?  In spades.  Those were just a handful from the grab bag of responses I had when my dad died.  I won&#039;t say I&#039;ve been there because each circumstance is so different, but I will say I know some of those same feelings.  And I will say time has made most days easier.  One day all those harder feelings give way to a little seedling of something good.  I hope the memorial goes well.  

Oh and thanks for introducing me to Jackson Browne.  I didn&#039;t know who he was until today, you know, because I&#039;m young.  Shoot, there goes that inappropriate joking again.

Take care.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Resentment?  Check.  Guilt?  Check.  Relief?  Check.  Inappropriate joking?  In spades.  Those were just a handful from the grab bag of responses I had when my dad died.  I won&#8217;t say I&#8217;ve been there because each circumstance is so different, but I will say I know some of those same feelings.  And I will say time has made most days easier.  One day all those harder feelings give way to a little seedling of something good.  I hope the memorial goes well.  </p>
<p>Oh and thanks for introducing me to Jackson Browne.  I didn&#8217;t know who he was until today, you know, because I&#8217;m young.  Shoot, there goes that inappropriate joking again.</p>
<p>Take care.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Why the 5 Paragraph Essay? by Paul J. Marasa</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/06/22/why-the-5-paragraph-essay/comment-page-1/#comment-2232</link>
		<dc:creator>Paul J. Marasa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 18:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m coming this a bit late, but as a teacher of college writing for twenty-seven years I&#039;d thought I&#039;d chime in.  The problem with the five-paragraph essay is that it is often taught poorly--in textbooks as well as classrooms.  It encourages &quot;listing&quot; of supports rather than organizing them.  

While many of my colleagues--in various disciplines--are fond of chiding their first-year students to &quot;grow out of&quot; the five-paragraph form, I encourage mine to embrace the five-PART form, in which they have a three-part body, one that encourages dialectical thinking, provides room for debate and an analysis of first assumptions, and so on.  While it&#039;s not the only way to structure an essay, it&#039;s a good way to begin thinking about the relationship between WHAT you want to write and HOW you&#039;re going to do it.

(This conviction began in grad school when, looking over Ph.D. dissertations in the library, I noticed that many of them contained five chapters.  Spooky, but true: five dies hard!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m coming this a bit late, but as a teacher of college writing for twenty-seven years I&#8217;d thought I&#8217;d chime in.  The problem with the five-paragraph essay is that it is often taught poorly&#8211;in textbooks as well as classrooms.  It encourages &#8220;listing&#8221; of supports rather than organizing them.  </p>
<p>While many of my colleagues&#8211;in various disciplines&#8211;are fond of chiding their first-year students to &#8220;grow out of&#8221; the five-paragraph form, I encourage mine to embrace the five-PART form, in which they have a three-part body, one that encourages dialectical thinking, provides room for debate and an analysis of first assumptions, and so on.  While it&#8217;s not the only way to structure an essay, it&#8217;s a good way to begin thinking about the relationship between WHAT you want to write and HOW you&#8217;re going to do it.</p>
<p>(This conviction began in grad school when, looking over Ph.D. dissertations in the library, I noticed that many of them contained five chapters.  Spooky, but true: five dies hard!)</p>
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		<title>Comment on Why the 5 Paragraph Essay? by Eric MacKnight</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/06/22/why-the-5-paragraph-essay/comment-page-1/#comment-1906</link>
		<dc:creator>Eric MacKnight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 11:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m so sorry to have my suspicions confirmed. 

I suppose nationwide adoption of the IB curriculum (K-12) would be too simple a solution.

Sigh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry to have my suspicions confirmed. </p>
<p>I suppose nationwide adoption of the IB curriculum (K-12) would be too simple a solution.</p>
<p>Sigh.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Why the 5 Paragraph Essay? by pkittle</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/06/22/why-the-5-paragraph-essay/comment-page-1/#comment-1884</link>
		<dc:creator>pkittle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:51:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The hammer analogy: brilliant and, unfortunately, accurate. With the emphasis on standardized testing in the US, the formulaic and often flavorless 5 paragraph essay has taken a position of prominence because it enables students to craft something that will, fairly predictably, garner a 2 or above on the typical 4-point essay scoring rubrics. Because administrators (and, consequently, teachers) are under such pressure to have high test scores, this kind of writing becomes, too often, the only kind of writing students do. It&#039;s not as though teachers want to limit their teaching of writing to formulaic expository pieces, but we&#039;re suffering a serious bout of simultaneous curricular bloat. With less room overall for writing, the writing that stays is the kind that counts on standardized tests. 

We&#039;re also suffering from a very limited viewpoint, fostered under No Child Left Behind, of what counts in terms of research on literacy. Fortunately, the new Education Administration seems to take a broader view of learning outcomes and research, and some changes in assumptions may soon appear. We&#039;ll see. I&#039;m hopeful that we can actually be able to think about, and engage with, the kinds of pedagogies that give students a full complement of tools, rather than just the hammer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The hammer analogy: brilliant and, unfortunately, accurate. With the emphasis on standardized testing in the US, the formulaic and often flavorless 5 paragraph essay has taken a position of prominence because it enables students to craft something that will, fairly predictably, garner a 2 or above on the typical 4-point essay scoring rubrics. Because administrators (and, consequently, teachers) are under such pressure to have high test scores, this kind of writing becomes, too often, the only kind of writing students do. It&#8217;s not as though teachers want to limit their teaching of writing to formulaic expository pieces, but we&#8217;re suffering a serious bout of simultaneous curricular bloat. With less room overall for writing, the writing that stays is the kind that counts on standardized tests. </p>
<p>We&#8217;re also suffering from a very limited viewpoint, fostered under No Child Left Behind, of what counts in terms of research on literacy. Fortunately, the new Education Administration seems to take a broader view of learning outcomes and research, and some changes in assumptions may soon appear. We&#8217;ll see. I&#8217;m hopeful that we can actually be able to think about, and engage with, the kinds of pedagogies that give students a full complement of tools, rather than just the hammer.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Why the 5 Paragraph Essay? by Eric MacKnight</title>
		<link>http://blogs.norcalwp.org/pkittle/2009/06/22/why-the-5-paragraph-essay/comment-page-1/#comment-1867</link>
		<dc:creator>Eric MacKnight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 07:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Pete,

First, you are too kind. (But I still have my copy, too.)

Of course I agree with everything you say, almost. But I have the feeling that, having been away from American schooling for a very long time, I am missing some context. You make it sound as if the *only* kind of essay-writing students do is 5-paragraph essays, which makes me believe that you are arguing against a practice, common in American schools, in which the only essay-writing students do is 5-paragraph essays. If this is the case, I am of course completely on your side of the argument. I wouldn&#039;t defend, either, making sonnets the sole form of poetry studied in school. Nor would I support a music program in which students never play anything but scales.

But is this really what goes on?

I use the 5-paragraph form, sometimes, as a way to make the skeleton of a persuasive essay clear and explicit. But the vast majority of writing my students do is their own work, structured by them, as you say, in which they struggle with all the choices that writers struggle with.

I feel as if I have stumbled into a strange country in which hammers are used routinely to commit unspeakable crimes, and have naively asked, &#039;What&#039;s wrong with a hammer? It&#039;s a pretty good tool if you need to drive nails into wood.&quot;

Which, I guess, brings me back to bad teaching. If a carpenter were to use only a hammer to measure, saw, plane, sand, and paint, he would be a bad carpenter. But don&#039;t blame the hammer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Pete,</p>
<p>First, you are too kind. (But I still have my copy, too.)</p>
<p>Of course I agree with everything you say, almost. But I have the feeling that, having been away from American schooling for a very long time, I am missing some context. You make it sound as if the *only* kind of essay-writing students do is 5-paragraph essays, which makes me believe that you are arguing against a practice, common in American schools, in which the only essay-writing students do is 5-paragraph essays. If this is the case, I am of course completely on your side of the argument. I wouldn&#8217;t defend, either, making sonnets the sole form of poetry studied in school. Nor would I support a music program in which students never play anything but scales.</p>
<p>But is this really what goes on?</p>
<p>I use the 5-paragraph form, sometimes, as a way to make the skeleton of a persuasive essay clear and explicit. But the vast majority of writing my students do is their own work, structured by them, as you say, in which they struggle with all the choices that writers struggle with.</p>
<p>I feel as if I have stumbled into a strange country in which hammers are used routinely to commit unspeakable crimes, and have naively asked, &#8216;What&#8217;s wrong with a hammer? It&#8217;s a pretty good tool if you need to drive nails into wood.&#8221;</p>
<p>Which, I guess, brings me back to bad teaching. If a carpenter were to use only a hammer to measure, saw, plane, sand, and paint, he would be a bad carpenter. But don&#8217;t blame the hammer.</p>
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