The second full weekend in August has been the date for the St. Johns, Michigan MINT FESTIVAL since 1985, itself the resurrection of an event in the 1930s to attract the motoring public on the new system of roads and to spotlight the work of area farmers who leveraged the peculiarly fine particles and rich soil suited to growing and processing mint to produce a prodigious percentage of the country's supply of mint oil used in food, drinks, and medicines. This set of photos from 2016 features the highlights of the 10 a.m. parade that begins at Oakview South elementary school and winds its way to main street of downtown St. Johns, the county seat for Clinton County. [source, http://sjindy.com for August 20, 2016]
There are a few photos, also, of members of the high school graduating class of 1966, who were holding their 50th reunion; that is, 2016 marks 50 years since they finished secondary education at age 18. Other events not pictured that form part of the weekend include the music and dance at a couple of venues on the grounds of the City Park, the many private households that alone or with others prepare tables of used clothing, recreation, hobby, and household goods for sale, called variously "yard sale," "garage sale," "porch sale" or "rummage sale." Then what many consider to be the main event, there are scores of crafters, artists, and merchants that rent a space along the shaded City Park to cater to visitors buying souvenirs, snacks, or presents. With so many people in town, other things are scheduled for this same weekend: sports tournaments (kickball, tennis, road race for runner), for instance. Area churches and civic organizations set up food booths to help in their fund-raising efforts, too.
Postcard-sized observations taken from daily life: "When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door." - Victor Hugo
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19 August 2016
collage from 2016 annual Mint Festival, middle Michigan weekend
The second full weekend in August has been the date for the St. Johns, Michigan MINT FESTIVAL since 1985, itself the resurrection of an event in the 1930s to attract the motoring public on the new system of roads and to spotlight the work of area farmers who leveraged the peculiarly fine particles and rich soil suited to growing and processing mint to produce a prodigious percentage of the country's supply of mint oil used in food, drinks, and medicines. This set of photos from 2016 features the highlights of the 10 a.m. parade that begins at Oakview South elementary school and winds its way to main street of downtown St. Johns, the county seat for Clinton County. [source, http://sjindy.com for August 20, 2016]
There are a few photos, also, of members of the high school graduating class of 1966, who were holding their 50th reunion; that is, 2016 marks 50 years since they finished secondary education at age 18. Other events not pictured that form part of the weekend include the music and dance at a couple of venues on the grounds of the City Park, the many private households that alone or with others prepare tables of used clothing, recreation, hobby, and household goods for sale, called variously "yard sale," "garage sale," "porch sale" or "rummage sale." Then what many consider to be the main event, there are scores of crafters, artists, and merchants that rent a space along the shaded City Park to cater to visitors buying souvenirs, snacks, or presents. With so many people in town, other things are scheduled for this same weekend: sports tournaments (kickball, tennis, road race for runner), for instance. Area churches and civic organizations set up food booths to help in their fund-raising efforts, too.
There are a few photos, also, of members of the high school graduating class of 1966, who were holding their 50th reunion; that is, 2016 marks 50 years since they finished secondary education at age 18. Other events not pictured that form part of the weekend include the music and dance at a couple of venues on the grounds of the City Park, the many private households that alone or with others prepare tables of used clothing, recreation, hobby, and household goods for sale, called variously "yard sale," "garage sale," "porch sale" or "rummage sale." Then what many consider to be the main event, there are scores of crafters, artists, and merchants that rent a space along the shaded City Park to cater to visitors buying souvenirs, snacks, or presents. With so many people in town, other things are scheduled for this same weekend: sports tournaments (kickball, tennis, road race for runner), for instance. Area churches and civic organizations set up food booths to help in their fund-raising efforts, too.
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17 August 2016
What makes anthropology what it is?
veterans' monument, north end of Main Stree, downtown St. Johns, MI 48879 |
Text for the master narratives known among the speakers (and/or readers) of a particular language.
Texture that gives shape, feel, rhythms and patterns to daily experience.
And while there are many other social science and humanities traditions now and those found in other places/languages and time, it is anthropology that engages most personally; personal scale of individual lives, and by means of participant-observation, rather than to pretend any sort of pure abstraction or analytical distance from the subjects. Much of the most valuable work is conducted in the field and for extended, even longitudinal periods, during which many relationships are formed that work in both directions: of use and satisfaction (or distress) to the anthropologist, but also a living part of the local people's knowledge and resource pool of social capital to make use of. In the best examples a dialog results with voice of insider and outsider both present in the final form.
What makes anthropology what it is?
veterans' monument, north end of Main Stree, downtown St. Johns, MI 48879 |
Text for the master narratives known among the speakers (and/or readers) of a particular language.
Texture that gives shape, feel, rhythms and patterns to daily experience.
And while there are many other social science and humanities traditions now and those found in other places/languages and time, it is anthropology that engages most personally; personal scale of individual lives, and by means of participant-observation, rather than to pretend any sort of pure abstraction or analytical distance from the subjects. Much of the most valuable work is conducted in the field and for extended, even longitudinal periods, during which many relationships are formed that work in both directions: of use and satisfaction (or distress) to the anthropologist, but also a living part of the local people's knowledge and resource pool of social capital to make use of. In the best examples a dialog results with voice of insider and outsider both present in the final form.
11 August 2016
Garage sale - redistributing wealth, meaning, material culture
selling off unwanted, accumulated household possessions - sheltered in garage |
The workers function, after arranging everything, is to be social and make their presence known to shoppers by a simple salutation or small talk. This way the shopper is made aware of the surveillance that is present to dissuade any stealing. At the end of the 3 days of selling and replenishing tables with other sale items that did not fit onto the surfaces at the beginning then the proceeds are tallied and the bits of tape or tags to identify the owner who contributed an item can be calculated.
One part of the experience of spending the day as part of the selling team is to meet acquaintances or friends, sometimes after a lapse of many years. There is moment when a stranger's face or voice slowly trigger memories and in an instant one knows who the person is. Instead of "a person" there is now a named part of one's social memory, complete with past meanings connected to the relationship with that person. It is like the picture turning from black and white into full color at the spark of recognition.
Nevertheless, another part of the day working at the garage sale is to recognize material culture that formed the fabric of one's own life or the world of one's children, for instance. For shoppers they see a power saw, but for you there are memories of the things built or repaired with that tool. For shoppers they see a pair of shoes, but for you there are memories of some of the places those shoes took you. For shoppers there is a cassette tape with the recording of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but for you there are the many parties where those melodies were played. In all these cases the assembly of personal property first joins the similar items contributed by the other sellers on these tables and in the public eye of shoppers whose main source of reckoning meaning is the functionality of the item (it suits a need, or it fits their imagination) or the price tag. Thus the slight bitterness of seeing what once held a constant place in the geography of one's household routines and mental landscape of memories now drained of meaning and left on a table for strangers to take away someplace. The cumulative result of the many garage, yard, rummage, or tent sales around the town this weekend is that lots of personal property gets new owners and scatters to all sorts of unexpected places for another life of use until finally going into still another garage sale, or into a recycle stream, or possibly into a layer of landfill disposal.
Garage sale - redistributing wealth, meaning, material culture
selling off unwanted, accumulated household possessions - sheltered in garage |
The workers function, after arranging everything, is to be social and make their presence known to shoppers by a simple salutation or small talk. This way the shopper is made aware of the surveillance that is present to dissuade any stealing. At the end of the 3 days of selling and replenishing tables with other sale items that did not fit onto the surfaces at the beginning then the proceeds are tallied and the bits of tape or tags to identify the owner who contributed an item can be calculated.
One part of the experience of spending the day as part of the selling team is to meet acquaintances or friends, sometimes after a lapse of many years. There is moment when a stranger's face or voice slowly trigger memories and in an instant one knows who the person is. Instead of "a person" there is now a named part of one's social memory, complete with past meanings connected to the relationship with that person. It is like the picture turning from black and white into full color at the spark of recognition.
Nevertheless, another part of the day working at the garage sale is to recognize material culture that formed the fabric of one's own life or the world of one's children, for instance. For shoppers they see a power saw, but for you there are memories of the things built or repaired with that tool. For shoppers they see a pair of shoes, but for you there are memories of some of the places those shoes took you. For shoppers there is a cassette tape with the recording of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but for you there are the many parties where those melodies were played. In all these cases the assembly of personal property first joins the similar items contributed by the other sellers on these tables and in the public eye of shoppers whose main source of reckoning meaning is the functionality of the item (it suits a need, or it fits their imagination) or the price tag. Thus the slight bitterness of seeing what once held a constant place in the geography of one's household routines and mental landscape of memories now drained of meaning and left on a table for strangers to take away someplace. The cumulative result of the many garage, yard, rummage, or tent sales around the town this weekend is that lots of personal property gets new owners and scatters to all sorts of unexpected places for another life of use until finally going into still another garage sale, or into a recycle stream, or possibly into a layer of landfill disposal.
30 July 2016
Your rent is overdue, what to do?
middle-Michigan, mid-July 2016 |
A relatively high proportion of dwellings in this county
seat of 7,000 persons are rental properties; either because building wealth by
owning houses is a favorite route, or because the income base includes lots of
people with too little savings for mortgage down payment or weak credit scores,
or all the above.
The past several weeks this apartment has been a hotspot for
19 or 20 somethings, including a baby or toddler. The comings and goings seem
to be at all hours, with a variety of vehicles parked next to the one car that
seems to be there most consistently. Perhaps the overall laxity of time
schedule also extends to use of space, and control of money and material goods,
too, since visually there seems to be disorder.
And then suddenly all activity
stopped and the “Demand for Non-payment of Rent” form shown here with two
colors of highlighter applied was duct taped to the front door, signed by the
landlord.
During the past many years a dozen or so renters have come
and gone; some with children, others without. Some with pets, others without.
The longest-term residents seemed to keep things visually in order and seemed
to have followed a repeating time schedule. The shortest-term residents did
not.
What does it mean that the scenes here display lack of control
of material things? The litter, loud shouts and profane punctuations were a
source of irksome nuisance to me; but perhaps that reveals more about my
(Middle Class, bourgeois) frame of reference that comes from long years at
college and in white collar work places than it does about the world view for
normal, or at least acceptable, standards of life among the young renters here.
Not all young people show such little concern or control of
time, physical space and materials, credit, currency, or personal reputation.
So perhaps this laxity of boundaries is idiosyncratic rather than historically
true of the present generational cohort, or true of this developmental state,
or true of people less well-educated by formal classroom training.
Whether idiosyncratic or a wider trend, it seems consonant
with other “anywhere, anytime” and mobile communication trends that disregard
the old boundaries that define one’s schedule, method of conducting one’s life,
expectations of self and regarding others. In place of landlines there is the
cell phone. In place of broadcast TV there is view on demand. In place of
sit-down meals at fixed times and places there is take-away or solitary eating.
All of these examples contribute to a sense of fluidity, relativism and
desire-driven decision s instead of ones dictated by circumstances or rules or
propriety or precedent.
For the people who used to live at this location, the
reality of being locked out and being labeled risky tenants is sinking in.
Personally relaxing the old boundaries may work in a world of one’s own making,
but everyone else still has to follow society’s old rules still on the law books.
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landlord,
mobile phone,
rent overdue,
time culture,
use of space,
young adult
24 July 2016
Summertime, public beach on a hot Saturday afternoon
Crystal, Michigan (postal code 48811) is in the middle of the lower peninsula, in the northeast corner of Montcalm County, about 6-7 miles from Carson City in neighboring Gratiot County. The beach front of the public beach, just 150 yard from the small town's Main Street includes a small sand beach, a few tables and benches, and on the hilltop a little ways from the water's edge is a public park with fixtures for grilling food with self-supplied charcoal, along with picnic benches, a shelter with sturdy roof and paved floor with room for 7-9 picnic tables if the weather is inclement.
Around 5 p.m. many of the visitors have had their fill of sun and water, socializing, seeing others and being seen. So a few benches and tables begin to open up for others to occupy them. A steady parade of cars, pickup trucks, bicycles, (ruggedized) golf carts stream past on the road that circles the sand-bottomed, shallow shore lake. A handful of boats from the surrounding houses, cabins, and cottages have motored over to this side to drop anchor in the 3-4' water to swim, read, talk, play loud music, and so on. A few dogs on leashes go in the water accompanied by their owners. So recreation takes many forms, but peace and quiet for thoughtful reflection will have to be found during other hours of the day, perhaps from 4-8 a.m.
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22 July 2016
Profusion of twilight cellphone zombie walkers - cell phone game, "PokeMon GO"
trawling the sidwalks to catch Pokemon shown on the mobile phone screen |
About a week ago the national radio carried a story of people congregating at odd places and times around San Francisco in pursuit of particular creatures to add to their own phone's collection of PocketMonsters, poke-mon. Thanks to the wonder of electronic (download) distribution of the game, now for a few days I have noticed individuals, pairs or a handful of (mostly school-age) people strolling up and down the mainstreet sidewalks, parks and other locations with cell phone held in front and occasional glances down to detect desireable Pokemon triggered by the phone's GPS location reported.
This video clip shows a few people trawling for the imaginary menagerie at the downtown park where the former train depot was located. https://goo.gl/photos/Suii4VazRyYoyFs59
Some came on skateboards, others on bicycle, car or on foot. Altogether there were maybe 15-20 young people between the ages of 11 and 20 gathered in the fading light of the Thursday night, around 9 p.m., July 21.
Labels:
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grain elevator,
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skateboard,
st. johns
06 July 2016
Afternoon drum circle and dance ring near the Bay
The summer breeze kept things bearable on this Tuesday of the 90th National Cherry Festival in Traverse City. Walking past the screened and fenced performance space for ticketed audience members, the sounds from the MC and drummers floated on the air, less than 50 yards from the lake shore where the west branch of the Grand Traverse Bay meets the land.
See also the man in ceremonial dress walking toward the venue soon after the lunch hour,
From an historical point of view, this amplified, ticketed, fenced form of an old undertaking for young and elderly alike has some family resemblance to what may have been done 50 years ago, when WWII was still in living memory of lots of people; or 90 years ago when the Cherry Festival got started; or 250 years ago when Native Americans moved more freely around the lakes and rivers of this part of the world. Who knows, perhaps one summer long, long ago there were similar ceremonially dressed dancers and drummers not far from Grand Traverse Bay.
Location:
Traverse City, MI 49684, USA
Ancestor Investigations Performed Here
This curious sign above the side-by-side computer stations along the wall nearest the bookshelves that have been dedicated to genealogical study and reference materials caught my eye. It would be interesting to measure the extent of interest in ancestry among people in various societies: immigrant countries like Australia, Canada, USA, South Africa, as well as most of Latin America would seem to have the most urgent motivation to learn about family lines before, during and since the moment of immigration. But perhaps even among non-immigrant countries there are demographic patterns in the study of one's ancestors; for example, it could be keenest among those with landed property or those poor in cash, but rich in ancestry, noble or ignoble.
There are several building materials available for making meaning of one's life, the aspirations projected for one's children, and the longings for continuity to one's ancestors. One's life meaning can come from achievements, worldly and economic on the one hand, or more intangible markers on the other hand. One's purpose can come from one's occupations and preoccupations, whether they are gainfully paid and require vocational training, or whether they are avocational in nature. One's significance and consequence can derive in peer respect given and received, or rooted instead separate to peer approval or disapproval, governed and estimated instead by other measurements attained. One's direction in life can come by benchmarking one's peers or one's (extended) family members to show one's position relative to theirs: adhering to the precedents or on the contrary purposefully not conforming to those patterns.
Looking at the many journals, newsletters, reference books of ships' passengers, marriages, deaths, census and church records, in principle all names since record keeping began (and earlier still when the reference book brings data from overseas sources before that) will appear in one or more of these publications. So one should be able to identify and trace all appearances of a given soul from first instance to final disposition. And by this same logic, those of us alive today, will be recorded in various forms so that future generations may discover our presence in publication form the same way.
While there is hardly a crowd of hobbyist or professional researcher filling the space of this specialized treasury of names and dates, still there are many who do have some degree of interest in one or more lines of their own families' trajectories that intersects with the living descendants contemporary to the genealogist herself or himself. These quiet shelves hold the answers to many peoples wonderings about who they are, who they could be, how their lives measure up to those before (and by implication, too, measuring up to those who will follow in turn).
click for full-size image: "Ancestor Investigations Performed Here" at library |
There are several building materials available for making meaning of one's life, the aspirations projected for one's children, and the longings for continuity to one's ancestors. One's life meaning can come from achievements, worldly and economic on the one hand, or more intangible markers on the other hand. One's purpose can come from one's occupations and preoccupations, whether they are gainfully paid and require vocational training, or whether they are avocational in nature. One's significance and consequence can derive in peer respect given and received, or rooted instead separate to peer approval or disapproval, governed and estimated instead by other measurements attained. One's direction in life can come by benchmarking one's peers or one's (extended) family members to show one's position relative to theirs: adhering to the precedents or on the contrary purposefully not conforming to those patterns.
Looking at the many journals, newsletters, reference books of ships' passengers, marriages, deaths, census and church records, in principle all names since record keeping began (and earlier still when the reference book brings data from overseas sources before that) will appear in one or more of these publications. So one should be able to identify and trace all appearances of a given soul from first instance to final disposition. And by this same logic, those of us alive today, will be recorded in various forms so that future generations may discover our presence in publication form the same way.
While there is hardly a crowd of hobbyist or professional researcher filling the space of this specialized treasury of names and dates, still there are many who do have some degree of interest in one or more lines of their own families' trajectories that intersects with the living descendants contemporary to the genealogist herself or himself. These quiet shelves hold the answers to many peoples wonderings about who they are, who they could be, how their lives measure up to those before (and by implication, too, measuring up to those who will follow in turn).
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Location:
Traverse City, MI 49684, USA
books, beaches, imaginary worlds
¨Books can take you places¨ used to be a catch phrase at libraries, Public Service Announcements, summer reading programs, GED and alternative education promotional posters, and so on. It is still true today, but the phrase is not so much in circulation these days.
[click for full size image: display top of cabinets on 2nd floor of Traverse Area District Library to promote reading at the beach: 6 July 2016]
Whether the printed page appears in pocket-size, magazine size, serial or all in one edition hardback or softcover the cultural significance is the same: one or more authors, and likely one or more editors pored over the manuscript (seldom written by hand; so more true-to-say typescript) and then a chain of technical experts and logistical processes connect the finished work with the final distribution in print or electronically for reading on portable electronic device. There is the technology of inks, papers, the graphic design to interpret the title and story inside, the pricing and promotional efforts by marketing specialists. There may be price points for book launch, then the rates at brick-and-mortar retail sellers, a 2ndary market for used books online and at stores, and the tertiary market of yard sales, free boxes and donations.
So when faced with an impressive collection of books like this, it is worth remembering what is implicated far in the past when author(s) cherished an inkling of a story and finally months or decades of life experience later produce a draft to work its way to the printing and distribution stages. And the implication stretches equally far in the opposite direction, too; toward an indefinite future in the life cycle of a particular edition, or maybe extended with multiple reprintings, as well. But in the release of the camera's shutter, that long timeline from conception to final disposition of a book is frozen momentarily to display the impressive cumulative result of many hands and minds.
Location:
Traverse City, MI 49684, USA
17 June 2016
Humble trash bag contains myriad decisions of design, usage, discard in the secret life cycle of things
weekly solid waste collection |
The weekly collection of solid waste at the roadside of one’s
house is a convenience that has been provided for more than 50 years. But there
was a time before than when a person stoked a fire in an empty 55-gallon drum
or “burn barrel” as we called them. People would burn their fallen leaves, and
discarded kitchen scraps in a backyard pit, too. Houses with a fireplace might
routinely feed newsprint and other paper and wood scraps, and later plastic,
too, on the fire grate. But now each week we hear the sound of the compacting motor
as it presses the bags of refuse into a solid mass that will be disgorged at
the landfill site (or ‘long term storage solution’ as an acquaintance jokes,
since little of it actually biodegrades in the layered environment starved of
oxygen needed by bacteria to consume waste) about 18-20 miles distant.
Regarding the cycle of mass design, production,
distribution, marketing, purchase, use, and eventual disposal, there are design
decisions all along the way. First there is the invention, which is a solution
to a perceived or existing problem. Materials must be created and capabilities
tested to suit the uses in question. There may be a desire to offer a product
at more than one price point, based on name or brand or materials or colors.
Selling in multiple language markets must be taken into account as well. Then
at the opposite end of the life cycle of a thing there comes a decision point
when the owner must either discard, destroy, sell or give to another owner, or
recycle if the materials have some reuse. By the time it appears in a bag at the
side of the road, so many decisions over the thing have passed: from conceiving
a product, executing a design, producing, distributing, marketing, maintaining,
repairing or discarding in some manner. Thus the bag of rubbish at the side of
the road is a sort of palimpsest with layers of human decisions in and on it.
Labels:
design,
garbage collection,
mass consumption,
mass distribution,
solid waste,
use less stuff
Location:
St Johns, MI 48879, USA
Another gas station to feed your car's appetite for fossil fuel
Like some Jurassic dinosaur, the yellow arm of the excavator
digs down into the property adjacent to the Kroger grocery store that recently
was purchased in order to build a store-branded fuel station to give food
shoppers an incentive also to buy their fuel under the same brand name. The
height and visual bulk of the machine is maybe the size of a T-Rex and puts the
surrounding cars into relative scale, as well as the person in the background.
Labels:
48879,
clinton county,
demolition,
fossil fuel,
gasoline,
kroger,
st. johns
Location:
St Johns, MI 48879, USA
14 June 2016
kindergarten to 5th grade; at last the graduation ceremony!
There were many proud parents, grandparents, friends and other family members on hand at the cafetorium (cafeteria by day, auditorium by night) to celebrate the conclusion of elementary school for these 5th graders (1st grade begins at age 6, so most of these will be 11).
The weather outside was not overly hot, but the confined space soon warmed up the event. Things began with the procession of the 2 classrooms of 25 to 30 students each.
The weather outside was not overly hot, but the confined space soon warmed up the event. Things began with the procession of the 2 classrooms of 25 to 30 students each.
The program included a list of names, a few group photos from this year's field trips, and then the order of events for presenting awards.
order of events in the ceremony (click picture for full size) |
Most awards had just a handful of the 50 or 60 kids to be recognized. But a few required 2 or even three rows to form at the front. As each name was read the the kid approached the Mistress of Ceremonies to collect a certificate, the audience gave their applause. At the end, one final applause for the entire group was given. The awards with many certificates were (a) safety patrol, and (g) Presidential Academic Excellence. In this last case only a few kids remained behind, passed by in the roll call; conspicuous not for being awarded, but the opposite, for lacking this award of their peers.
Safety Patrol Award (crossing guard) for serving 12 weeks or more in all weather |
At the conclusion of the clapping and certificate presentations, the 5th graders filed off the stage and around the edges of the room in order to view the projected slideshow of the school that had just ended. Following that each kid was given a mini-This Is Your Life episode (a few slides: baby photo >grades 1 to 5 photos; one or two family event photos, and so on). Thanks to the emotive music, it was easy to feel caught in the rapid flow of time being presented and to realize how quickly the days have flown - sort of a digital mono no aware (Japanese aesthetic of transience and the nature in everything, quite apart from the way we frame things)
Holding a ceremony for those leaving behind the elementary school is not so old a custom as it is in Japan, for example, and it dates to 2000 or so in this small mid-Michigan town. For the middle school the practice perhaps began earlier. But awards and recognitions, along with a gown and hat with tassel belongs most historically to high school commencement ceremonies to launch a young person into the world; these days very commonly to higher education or further training, but not so frequently a few generations earlier, for example, in the 1940s or earlier.
12 June 2016
14 years old - The award ceremony to conclude Middle School, 8th grade
Middle School awards
assembly for the 8th grade, the future high school graduating class of 2020
overview, click for full size image (2-frames, stitched panorama) |
On the final days of
the school year in June, parents and friends are invited to an awards ceremony.
At the middle school the 6th and 7th graders meet separately, one after the
other, during the school day. But for the oldest students, the event takes place
after the workday for most families, starting at 6 p.m. It runs about 90
minutes.
The program bulletin with spot color on
double-sided, single sheet in 7 pitch font size included sets of recipients who
paraded onto the stage expeditiously to collect handshake and word of
encouragement, plus certificate or other token. Groupings included a locally
conceived program called LINKS for peer to peer support, particularly to match
confident kids with ones discouraged by academic, social, emotional or other difficulties
(73 names, mainly girls).
Next was the Perfect
Attendance Awards (missing just 3 hours of the entire scheduled school year (13
names), with one of these asterisked to indicate perfect attendance during all
3 years of middle school. Third came recognition for 8th graders who served as
student councilors (6 names). Next were 7 kids who met under the auspices of
the local chapter of Kiwanis Club #707 in order to plan and carry out good
works in Builders Club. Three students were selected by staff and teachers for
special mention in making the school run well, being helpful to teachers,
staff, and peers. The academic excellence awards recognize the 47 students who
averaged 3.85 during their 3 school years at the middle school. The Foundation
for Excellence T-shirts were reserved for the 17 kids whose cumulative GPA for
the 3 years was 4.0 (thanks to bonus points; extra credit, and so on). There
were 27 kids recognized for doing well in both 2 of 3 sports seasons this past
year, and maintaining 3.0 GPA (and being nominated by their coach, too).
Then
there was a prize for fundraising prowess (selling magazine subscriptions to
family, friends, co-workers brings a partial rebate to the school for its
expenses). High sellers were promised either 1000 of tuition at colleges and
universities found on a list, or for the very highest sellers the promise was
for 2500 toward tuition. The final award was for one boy and one girl at the
discretion of the principal, from among nominations made by teaches and staff.
Refreshments (cookies
and punch) followed after this first hour of clapping and extolling excellence,
to be followed by recap photo story of the past 7 months at the school,
projected on the big screen in the cafetorium (cafeteria + auditorium: doubles as stage
area).
The motto for the
school, staff, teachers and students, found printed on the back side of the
program page, reads "Working as a team to build the future!" So the
sense of direction is what is to come, but depends on the constructive efforts
of today, and not a solo effort, but one that joins many hands. The metaphor of
construction project can be extended by comparing the durability, safety, and
stylish and high functioning results for well planned and well built work, by
contrast to the performance coming from shoddy work, lack of craftsmanship, and
ill thought through plans. Excelling in one's work and the fruits of those
labors can take many forms, particularly among middle school students, where
their bodies grow bigger, take on new shape, and identities are tried on within
one's reference group and pool of expectations in a given family, community, or
school culture. Dream suddenly spring into mind, are inspired by others, or may
be sparked by learning experiences of reading, observing, discussing, or
completing certain assignments.
The minds and hearts of these young people
often are open, impressionable, and inquisitive. Much like the way a blueprint
comes to life at the earliest stages by staking the land and hanging string to
mark elements to be placed or built, levels to be straightened, and so forth,
so too for young learners - they build their own ambitions, boundaries and
self-definition first from gossamer strands which are easily stretched, tried,
changed, or torn asunder. A kind word, and encouraging response, and welcome
smile all can move the creation of self from the fragile threads to something
quickly to grow solid and increasingly well defined; something which others can
see, react to, and thus affect the builder's next steps.
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