So, about my day gig.
I teach ancient history to eighth graders.
And like I tell them all the time, when I say, "Ancient history," I'm not talking about the 1990s.
For thirteen/fourteen year-olds, mired hopelessly in the present by a
relentless combination of societal trends and biochemistry, there's not
much discernible difference between the two eras.
It's a great job. But even great jobs have their stressors.
Like being assigned chaperone duty during the end-of-the-year dance.
Maybe you're familiar with what currently passes for "popular music"
among fourteen year-olds these days. I gotta say, I don't much care for
it. Then again, I'm fifty-one. And I can't imagine that most fifty-one
year-olds in 1979 much cared for the stuff that I was listening to then.
And it's not as if I'm saying *I* had great taste in music as a
fourteen year-old. If I were trying to make myself look good I'd try to
sell you some line about how I only listened to jazz if it was Billie
Holiday or Miles Davis, and thought the Police were smokin' and of
course I bought Dire Straits' immortal "Makin' Movies" album, as well
Zeppelin's "In Through The Out Door" when they both came out that year.
Well. No.
In 1979 I owned a Village People vinyl album ("Go West," with "YMCA" on
it), and a number of Elvis Presley albums and 8-track tapes. I also
listened to my dad's Eagles albums quite a bit. An uncle bought
Supertramp's "Breakfast in America" for me, and I was hooked on a
neighbor's copy of "Freedom at Point Zero" by Jefferson Starship, but
really only because of the slammin' guitar solo Craig Chaquico played on
its only hit single: "Jane." And I listened to a lot of yacht rock on
the radio. I didn't know it was "yacht rock" back then. Would it have
mattered?
But bear in mind we didn't have streaming music back then. And my allowance I spent mostly on comic books.
Ah, youth.
Anyway, my point is that someone my age back then may very well have
cringed hard and long and as deeply if forced to listen to what *I* was
listening to at eardrum-bursting decibels, and for the better part of
two hours.
That was me on the second-to-the-last-day of school a week or so back.
Two hours.
Two hours of rapper after rapper (if it's not Eminem, Tupac,
or the Beastie Boys, I must confess it all sounds the same to me)
alternating with "singing" by Rihanna, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, etc.
Thank God we got some relief in the form of the occasional Bruno Mars song. Bruno, he brings it.
And through it all, the kids were out there on the floor. Mostly girls, and mostly dancing with each other.
One group of these kids in particular caught my attention. Three
girls, all fourteen, all of whom I knew. All wearing what '80s pop-rock
band Mr. Mister once referred to as the "Uniform of Youth."
Of course,
the uniform continues to change, just as youth itself does.
But
in embracing that change, does youth itself actually change? Bear with
me while I quote someone a whole lot smarter than I on the matter:
"Kids today love luxury. They have terrible manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love to gab instead of
getting off their butts and moving around."
The guy quoted (in translation) was Socrates, quoted by his pupil Plato, 2,400 years ago.
And some things never change.
Getting back to the three girls mentioned above, their "uniform of
youth" was the one au courant in malls and school courtyards across the
length and breadth of this country: too-tight jeans, short-sleeved or
sleeveless t-shirts, tennis-shoes. They looked a whole lot like so many
other girls their age, out there shaking it in ways that mothers the
world over would not approve of.
In other words, they looked like
thousands, hell, millions of American girls out there running around
today, listening to watered down pablum foisted on them by a rapacious,
corporate-bottom-line-dominated music industry as "good music", for
which they pay entirely too much of their loving parents' money, and to
which they will constantly shake way too much of what Nature gave
them–even under the vigilant eyes of long-suffering school staff
members.
Yep, American girls. From the soles of their sneakers to the hijabs covering their hair.
Oh, right. Did I mention that these girls were Muslims? Well, they are.
One from Afghanistan. One from Turkmenistan, and one from Sudan. At
least two of them are political refugees.
You see, I teach in one
of the most diverse school districts in the nation. One of the main
reasons for this ethnic diversity is that there is a refugee center in
my district. The center helps acclimate newcomers to the United States
and then assists in resettling them; some in my district, some across
the country.
So in this campaign season, when I hear some
orange-skinned buffoon talking trash about Muslims, stirring up some of
my fellow Americans with talk of the dangerous "foreign" *other*, it
rarely squares with the reality I've witnessed first-hand getting to
know Muslim families and the children they have sent to my school to get
an education: something the kids tend to take for granted (because, you
know, they're kids, and hey, kids don't change). Something for which
their parents have sacrificed in ways that I, a native-born American
descendant of a myriad of immigrant families, can scarcely imagine.
(And it ought to go without saying that this truth holds for the
countless *Latino* families I've known over the years as well.)
I'm not saying they're saints. I'm saying they're people. And they're
here out of choice. Whether we like that or whether we don't, they're
raising their kids *here*. And guess what? These kids get more American
every day. Regardless of where their birth certificate says they're
from.
Just something to think about, as we kick into the final leg of this excruciating election season.
Oh, come on. You didn't think this piece was gonna be just me grousing about kids having lousy taste in music, did ya?
(And they do, but that's really beside the point.)
Blessed Eid.
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30 June 2016
13 August 2012
Olympics Withdrawal
by Jan Grape
As I write this I am recording the closing ceremonies of the 2012 Summer Olympics from London. Nooooo, I'm not ready for it to be over. What will I do every day now? What to do every evening. No swimming, no gymnastics, no track and field, no beach volleyball. It's not fair. I'm not ready.
Just when NBC gets us all revved up and excited and hooked then they take it away. Dang, all I can see that I can do is read. But I'm out of books to be read. I could play Words with Friends on my telephone, but I seem to get beat regularly by almost everyone. I could write, but dang, I've almost forgotten how to do that. I mean it took me two days to come up with this idea and I'm not sure it's exciting enough. How could they do this to me?
I've watched NBC every day, every night. Cheered for USA, USA, USA. And Go! Leo! Go! Okay, I can guess I'd better tell all y'all (that's the plural of y'all, right Deborah?) why I'm rooting for Leo. Leo Manzana is the young man from Marble Falls, TX who ran the 1500 meters in the 2008 Olympics and got caught behind some big guys and couldn't get out. Leo broke all the high school records and won a scholarship to University of Texas and then broke NCAA records. This year, 2012, he made the Olympics again. He made it to the final heat just by the skin of his teeth. And the final was run at 3:15 pm on Tuesday, August 7th. A local bar and grille in downtown Marble Falls held a "race watch party." Strangely enough I decided to go and watch. I just thought it would be more fun to watch with a group of local people. So I got ready and went. When I got inside R Bar & Grille, I spotted a friend, Ann who happened to have a table and an empty chair. I sat down. Someone had hooked up their computer to an NBC live feed to one of the TVs on the wall.
I ordered a big glass of iced tea and a snack and got ready to watch. The clock rolled around to 3:15, the runners took their places and the gun sounded to send them off. Leo took off and seemingly as usual got behind some of the big guys. Everyone was yelling, GO! LEO! GO! The bell rang for the final stretch to the finish line...Leo had moved up a little and was in 10th place. Suddenly he was on the outside running his heart out. He passed everyone except the leader and he WON SILVER!! It was so exciting. And it absolutely was fun to watch with my friend Ann and a group of strangers. All of us were thrilled that our hometown hero had won a medal.
Leo is quoted in today's (Sunday) Austin newspaper: "My legs just felt like they were bricks, but something inside me said keep going, keep going, keep pushing, keep pushing."
One of my other friends, singer songwriter, john Arthur martinez, wrote a song several years ago for Leo. The song is titled, "Dare to Dream Out Loud." You see, Leo was born in Mexico. His parents moved to Texas when Leo was four. When he first came out for track in school he was running in a pair of old boots because he didn't know nor could he afford track shoes. But the coach could see Leo was fast and he had heart. And Leo had a dream. A dream to go to the Olympics. A dream to win a medal for the USA. And Leo Manzano didn't give up. His family didn't give up. They made a better life for their family. They became citizens of the USA because they dared to dream.
A dream is all many of us have. A dream to write. A dream to be published. A dream to succeed.
Dare to Dream. But remember as you dream you must also work towards that goal. I'm going to miss watching the summer Olympics. Every single athlete who made it there had a dream, but they also worked like crazy for four or eight or twelve years. For some their dream came true.
Leo's dream came true and so can yours.
Congratulations to Leo Manzano, winner of the Silver Medal in the 1500 meter run in the 2012 Olympics in London.
Just when NBC gets us all revved up and excited and hooked then they take it away. Dang, all I can see that I can do is read. But I'm out of books to be read. I could play Words with Friends on my telephone, but I seem to get beat regularly by almost everyone. I could write, but dang, I've almost forgotten how to do that. I mean it took me two days to come up with this idea and I'm not sure it's exciting enough. How could they do this to me?
I've watched NBC every day, every night. Cheered for USA, USA, USA. And Go! Leo! Go! Okay, I can guess I'd better tell all y'all (that's the plural of y'all, right Deborah?) why I'm rooting for Leo. Leo Manzana is the young man from Marble Falls, TX who ran the 1500 meters in the 2008 Olympics and got caught behind some big guys and couldn't get out. Leo broke all the high school records and won a scholarship to University of Texas and then broke NCAA records. This year, 2012, he made the Olympics again. He made it to the final heat just by the skin of his teeth. And the final was run at 3:15 pm on Tuesday, August 7th. A local bar and grille in downtown Marble Falls held a "race watch party." Strangely enough I decided to go and watch. I just thought it would be more fun to watch with a group of local people. So I got ready and went. When I got inside R Bar & Grille, I spotted a friend, Ann who happened to have a table and an empty chair. I sat down. Someone had hooked up their computer to an NBC live feed to one of the TVs on the wall.
I ordered a big glass of iced tea and a snack and got ready to watch. The clock rolled around to 3:15, the runners took their places and the gun sounded to send them off. Leo took off and seemingly as usual got behind some of the big guys. Everyone was yelling, GO! LEO! GO! The bell rang for the final stretch to the finish line...Leo had moved up a little and was in 10th place. Suddenly he was on the outside running his heart out. He passed everyone except the leader and he WON SILVER!! It was so exciting. And it absolutely was fun to watch with my friend Ann and a group of strangers. All of us were thrilled that our hometown hero had won a medal.
Leo is quoted in today's (Sunday) Austin newspaper: "My legs just felt like they were bricks, but something inside me said keep going, keep going, keep pushing, keep pushing."
One of my other friends, singer songwriter, john Arthur martinez, wrote a song several years ago for Leo. The song is titled, "Dare to Dream Out Loud." You see, Leo was born in Mexico. His parents moved to Texas when Leo was four. When he first came out for track in school he was running in a pair of old boots because he didn't know nor could he afford track shoes. But the coach could see Leo was fast and he had heart. And Leo had a dream. A dream to go to the Olympics. A dream to win a medal for the USA. And Leo Manzano didn't give up. His family didn't give up. They made a better life for their family. They became citizens of the USA because they dared to dream.
A dream is all many of us have. A dream to write. A dream to be published. A dream to succeed.
Dare to Dream. But remember as you dream you must also work towards that goal. I'm going to miss watching the summer Olympics. Every single athlete who made it there had a dream, but they also worked like crazy for four or eight or twelve years. For some their dream came true.
Leo's dream came true and so can yours.
Congratulations to Leo Manzano, winner of the Silver Medal in the 1500 meter run in the 2012 Olympics in London.
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