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[reviews]Deeper Reading: Comprehending Challenging Texts, 4-12 by Kelly Gallagher

 

Slow reading is not a good state of affairs in grade school, generally. Students who can't read fluently by third grade are at a great disadvantage in almost all content areas. Their scores and school experience often get worse as they move into their middle school and high school years. They don't like reading, so, despite the best efforts of some great teachers, they may lose ground each summer to the readers, some of whom knock down ten or fifteen books during their long break from school.

But another kind of slow reading -- a "slow reading" closer to the sense of the term often used on this site -- may be part of the solution. In his book Deeper Reading: Comprehending Challenging Texts, 4-12, Kelly Gallagher makes the case for drawing kids toward a more conscious and deliberate style of reading. It may not be the silver turtle that would reverse all of our country's literacy trends, but it's worth a shot.

At least our county's school curriculum heads think so. They had all of the county's English and Language Arts teachers meet together for the first time last month in order to hear Gallagher present his approach to teaching reading. This school year, all of our high school students will spend twenty minutes of each English class practicing silent reading. Our students will keep a reading log and will compete with other students and classes. The year-long competition is designed in part to reach some of the more competitive and less literate male students.

Fortunately, this school-wide marathon takes three major detours from the usual route these things run. First, the competition is based on time, not pages. Patrick can settle into a poem, giving it three, perhaps four reads, and he'll receive as much credit as the speed reader sitting next to him. The second difference is that no teacher will be testing or otherwise assessing the students on what they read. We'll ask students to match the twenty minutes in class with at least twenty minutes at home, and we'll tell that they are only cheating themselves if they misrepresent their time spent reading. This self-policing, then, will be a way for kids to take more ownership of their education and to feel the pleasure of reading without fear of tests or other assessments. The third difference is that teachers have to model reading during the twenty-minute class time. I was somewhat annoyed by this at first -- I have lots to do during a school day -- but then I realized that my pleasure reading will no longer have to wait for the summer!

[book cover]Gallagher has taught high school English for about twenty years, and he has put his ideas into practice in an inner-city high school in Anaheim. He seems to have made lifelong readers out of some of the steet-wise as well as some of the game-system-wise teens he has taught. He gave up an administrative position in his school system in order to return to the classroom a few years ago. His classroom experience makes him a credible and entertaining speaker. His book and presentation are also largely free of trendy educational buzzwords that tend to reinforce the public's impression of education school as a facility for repackaging the obvious.

Gallagher's methods and ideas are not often goundbreaking, but they are numerous and practical. His methods are also laid out in chapters defined by the logical stages a reader goes through in getting to know a text. This order tends to keep teachers focused on the process of reading, which is something Gallagher wants to introduce his students to as well. His chapters follow his flow chart for teaching challenging texts: framing beforehand, reading carefully, returning to the text, collaborating in the classroom, and responding metaphorically and reflectively.

Gallagher believes in a close link between reading and writing. The link is undeniable, but books about writing generally discuss it only in terms of how close reading can lead to modeling style and in terms of how writing can clarify and enhance reading. Gallagher, though, talks of how the activities of reading and writing are similar. He argues that both should be consciously taught, both should be reflected upon by the student at every stage, and both should require editing.

English teachers know that giving writing assignments without teaching writing skills beforehand leads to a set of bad papers to grade. Most of us may not have figured out that giving reading assignments without teaching reading skills beforehand leads to poor comprehension of the text. Like most English teachers, Gallagher probably set out to be a literature teacher, but he has since redefined himself as a literacy teacher. He thinks we are fooling ourselves if we think the job of teaching reading falls on teachers through only the third grade.

Gallagher has students go through activities designed to give them things to connect with as they open new books. He gives students specific themes or events to look out for while they are reading. He gets downright excited about confusion.

Every teacher is familiar with this interaction at the beginning of class:

"I tried reading [whatever] last night but I didn't understand it."

"What part didn't you understand?"

"All of it."

I learned quickly not to ask the above question, but I never really knew what else to do.

Gallagher, though, asks the question, and challenges the answer.

"Well, did you understand the first word?"

[Resigned sigh.] "Yes, Mr. Gallagher."

"How about the first sentence?" And on he goes in a serious attempt at teaching students to be more conscious of themselves reading. An experienced reader realizes she is lost and returns to where she made a wrong turn. Not so an inexperienced reader. He is more likely to head off into oblivion with no sense of where he left the road. For these students, a book, a short story, or a set of bicycle assembly instructions is either something they monolithically get or don't get.

Part of the metacognition (okay, there were a few buzzwords) Gallagher wishes to teach his students comes from having them become cool with confusion. He teaches students to become aware of and comfortable with their confusion by showing them how to color code text, how to fill out trouble slips, and how to prepare for discussion groups by filling out sentence starters such as "I don't understand...," "I noticed...," and "I'm surprised that..." As a result, students begin to watch themselves read.

Good writing requires second drafts, and so does good reading, Gallagher believes. American students grow up in a culture that puts little value on reading anything once, much less twice. Some of us teachers have been satisfied with even our best students' attitudes of "I read it; I'm done." Gallagher allows them no such quarter:

Students need to return to the text to help them overcome their initial confusion, to work through the unfamiliarity of the work, to move beyond the literal, and to free up cognitive space for higher-level thinking.

Gallagher teaches the benefits of rereading on a small scale first. He shows students information that we take in too readily at our peril, such as advertisements and published statistics, and asks students to reread the material to find out what was not said as well as what was meant. For larger works, he assigns time lines layered with predictions, falling dominoes demonstrating plot progression, or positive-negative charts for tracking specific literary elements to foster a text's second reading.

At every stage of the reading process, Gallagher wishes to open the world of metaphor to his students. Middle and high school students are concrete thinkers, generally, but we do them a disservice if we don't push them towards more abstract thought through such means as metaphor. He compares the power of "Wow! Isn't Juliet pretty!" with these lines from every ninth grade English textbook published in the last century or so:

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

Metaphor such as Romeo's pushes the reader to a new level of understanding. Gallagher gets students to think a bit more like Shakespeare by having them put some abstract and concrete nouns in separate columns and then having them associate words in the two columns with sentences based on "[Abstract noun] is like [concrete noun] because _________ ." Once students are familiar with this kind of thinking, Gallagher has them discover metaphors for things in an assigned text, such as the seen and unseen sides of a character's personality. "Hamlet is like a see-saw because..." / "Hamlet is like a calculator because..." The exercise can become a prewriting strategy for an essay that a student might find easier to write than she might otherwise expect.

I teach to introduce something of slow reading to kids. It has often seemed an elusive goal. Many English teachers, including me, foam at the mouth extolling the beauty of something they see in a text, but the kids generally see only another deranged teacher. I do like seeing some wry grins and hearing a brave comment or two when I foam at the mouth -- I figure I'm modeling a love for learning -- but I really want them to see something of what I see in the text, too. Better said, I want them to see something different than what I see, but to see it at something like the depth of a mature reader. I can't change their age, push along their life experience, or myelenate their cranial nerves before their time. With Mr. Gallagher's encouragement, though, perhaps I can help clear paths to metaphorical and abstract thought that may lead to richer and more reflective adult lives.

 

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Posted September 2006

 

 
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everydayandeverynight.com

There's that story in Talmud about planting a carob tree that will only bear fruit in 70 years, long after the planter is gone. What is the motivation for the planter? Someone now deceased had planted trees for him. He's returning the favor.

Planting this linden required less patience, though certainly some. And just like parenting, there are gratifications at every step in the development. My ten-year old son already hangs off its branches. Our Dog Boaz urinates on it. I lean on it and take photos of it.

[Here's the whole post.]


Shadows and Symbols

We see here a personal connection between God and each of his stars. We see him not just having created them (past tense) but leading and ordering them still (present tense). There is a connection of call and response from him to these great balls of fire in the heavens. And he’s keeping score: he knows where each one is at all times.

This is not the God who can easily be boxed into the many categories and thoughts of humankind. And this is definitely not a boring or mass-marketed Supreme Being. This is the one who demonstrates a fireworks of creativity and artistry.

[Here's the whole post.]

[gravestone]

my gorgeous somewhere

From behind cold tables, men back      out
without words. Beat clean and   purple-black,
they relinquish certain prizes:
panties, condom wrappers
and other residual proofs of   conquest.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[trees]

mole

A student reported that he once said to C.S. Lewis, "the amount of really great poetry is very small." At which Lewis snapped, in some irritation, "The amount that can be read with pleasure and profit is enormous."

I agree. I don't have much patience with the idea of "greatness" in the arts, which I think does more harm than good.

[Here's the whole post.]


Florescence

She wears silk dresses in emerald   and
lapis lazuli spun from the peacock’s   tail.
Sometimes I imagine the threads   tugging,
pulling her back and hold on tight.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[tree]

the cassandra pages

The drive west last week, across Vermont and into New York, was one of the most ethereal and beautiful trips I've ever made over that route. I traveled in silence, in the early morning, alone. The clouds still hung low over the Green Mountains, and a hazy fog persisted in the flatter pastures on the border between the two states south of Lake George - it would burn off later in the morning and expose the extreme heat we've had since. But in those early morning hours, the mountains and farmland were dreamy and quiet and empty as the space in which I was traveling.

[Here's the whole post.]


On the Slow Train

What I had learned was folk etymology--what Wikipedia calls "A commonly held misunderstanding of the origin of a particular word, a false etymology." Folk etymologies are usually more interesting than the actual word origin. Sometimes folk etymologies can unfairly cast a bad light on some perfectly innocent words, such as picnic, or phrases such as rule of thumb. But for the most part, folk etymologies can be a lot of fun.

[Here's the whole post.]

[leaf]

Creature of the Shade

But as soon as I asked it I knew she wouldn't be able to answer. I was looking for something like "north" or "west," but she, despite being a transport management professional, just didn't use such words to organize her sense of a city. She used words like "green building" and "flagpole." She could speak of left and right, but these narrative markers don't help you unless you're already on the right course.

[Here's the whole post.]


not native fruit

I've just begun a new book by Susan Griffin, "Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy." So far, it lives up to Griffin's standards for exquisite reasoning and prose. She leads us through the labyrinth of her own inner experience where it meets the outer world of both history and current events. At certain points of connection with current events I remember feeling exactly what she expresses. I take it that the inference of the book's title is that, just as in the Bible story when Jacob wrestles with the angel of the Lord and will not let him go until the angel blesses him, we must now wrestle with the angel of democracy, and not let him go.

[Here's the whole post.]

[picture]

Everydayandeverynight.com

I'm launching my journal again for 5768/2008.

In this omer journal, I take a Jewish-mythic point-of-view which presumes that I, personally, together with all Jews past, present and future, left Egypt and stood at Mt. Sinai together. This perspective challenges each Jew to join the Jewish experience and not be limited by the actual historical time period in which one lives. This perspective places human imagination at the center of religious engagement.

Our leaving Egypt is only the beginning of our path to liberation. Free from the bonds of Pharaoh, we seek a better, more human life. We begin this journey by the shores of the Nile. We look back in awe at a sea now appearing normal after having miraculously parted. But what now?

[Here's the whole post.]


via negativa

It was my birthday, and I had been given a live shrew in a box — not for a pet, but simply to admire and to photograph. I was a little disappointed at first that I didn’t get any real presents, but the shrew was an admirably fierce little creature who attacked anything thrust in its direction, and I soon appreciated the wisdom of the gesture: loaning me a fully wild creature, something that can never be owned or controlled. The idea that anyone can own anything — it’s such a delusion, isn’t it? But that’s what drives this mania of consumption imperiling the earth.

[Here's the whole post.]

[picture]

Mole

Darling,
The rain you sent was mixed with snow.
I could not tell which between
The snowflakes and the apple blossom
On the black sidewalk; I woke and you were

[Here's the whole poem.]

[Picture]

The Middlewesterner

You see what you see. Don't beat yourself up too badly about it. Tomorrow the sky will be something different, a blue sheerness of petticoat, a shiny muslin, a white gauze.

Metaphor takes you away; it doesn't bring you back. You come back on your own if you get here at all.

[Here's the whole post.]

[Picture]

Lekshe's Mistake

Place
is not substance, not
a point in space,
more a point in time
when the conjunction of mind
and matter create
an experience
that
makes us believe there is a spot
to which we can return.

[Here's the whole poem.]


Marcia Bonta

Dragoo, affectionately referred to as “Skunk Man,” has little or no sense of smell, so as a mephitologist he can easily study and live with skunks. When he wants one for his research, he chases it down, picks it up by its tail, and is liberally sprayed, because, as skunk expert Richard G. Van Gelder discovered back in the 1960s, you can only grab a skunk by the tail and escape being sprayed if you surprise the animal. Otherwise, it is able to evert its anus and expose the nipples from its huge and squishy scent sacs, which are then ready to fire even if you do pick it up by its tail.

[Here's the whole post.]

[child walking]

Dick Jones' Patteran Pages

Your soft clock
scatters seconds like
peas on a drum.

A feather pulse
stutters in your
neck.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[duck photo]

Slow Reader

Aubrey is the guru of the Shelf Monkeys, a secret ‘book club’ to which Thomas gets invited. “Some books are simply a waste of paper, a waste of effort both to write and to read.” The flaming cover of this novel is sufficient clue to the book burnings that ensue, inspired by Fahrenheit 451. Books burnings, by the literate?! Only for books deemed not worthy by the members’ code. “We meet, we debate, we burn. It’s therapy, really.” Things escalate quickly and darkly, Lord of the Flies style, and Thomas is compelled to choose between his loyalties to his friends, literature, ethics, and his sanity.

[Here's the whole post.]


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