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You’ve probably heard the old joke about the student who decides that instead of handing in a traditional written thesis, she will express her research in an interpretive dance. The joke is usually leveled at humanities departments and their alleged fuzzy thinking and lack of rigor. Well, some scientists have taken the idea seriously. For the past several years, Gonzo Labs has held an annual “Dance Your PhD” contest for scientists around the world. You can read about the contest and view past entries and winners here.

Last month Gonzo Scientist John Bohannon took things a step further. He offered a modest proposal at TedX Brussels that we replace PowerPoint presentations with interpretive dance. His talk is both funny and thoughtful—as well as entertaining. Arguing that “bad PowerPoint presentations are a serious threat to the global economy” he suggests that “we should use dance to explain all of our complex problems.” It’s worth watching.

Whether budget-conscious university administrators will crunch the numbers and decide to fund dance troupes instead of tech support staff remains to be seen.

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The Exam
BY JOYCE SUTPHEN

It is mid-October. The trees are in
their autumnal glory (red, yellow-green,

orange) outside the classroom where students
take the mid-term, sniffling softly as if

identifying lines from Blake or Keats
was such sweet sorrow, summoned up in words

they never saw before. I am thinking
of my parents, of the six decades they’ve

been together, of the thirty thousand
meals they’ve eaten in the kitchen, of the

more than twenty thousand nights they’ve slept
under the same roof. I am wondering

who could have fashioned the test that would have
predicted this success? Who could have known?

**

[Each Sunday at ProfPost, Liz Tilton offers readers a poem broadly related to teaching and learning. We depend on our readers to bring these poems to our attention...so, please remember that you can always suggest a poem,  submit a guest post, raise a topic you'd like to see us address on ProfPost, or ask us questions via email:cetl@uc.edu]

 

 

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Knowledge
BY SUSAN CATALDO

Kris said, You asked me two questions, why?
Why don’t you ask me a Star Trek question next?
You asked me a Raymond Burr question & a
Pete Seeger question, why don’t you ask me
a Robert Preston question? Like, what was
Robert Preston’s real name? Robert Mescervey.
Or a James Stewart question? Like what did
James Stewart study in college? Architecture.
Or a Ricardo Montalban question? Like, where
was he born? Mexico City. That reminds me,
you can ask me an Abraham Lincoln question.
Like, what foods did he eat? He ate an apple
for breakfast, a biscuit & coffee for lunch
& sometimes he ate meat & potatoes for dinner.

**

[Each Sunday at ProfPost, Liz Tilton offers readers a poem broadly related to teaching and learning. We depend on our readers to bring these poems to our attention...so, please remember that you can always suggest a poem,  submit a guest post, raise a topic you'd like to see us address on ProfPost, or ask us questions via email:cetl@uc.edu]

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Mixed-Up School

BY X.J. Kennedy

We have a crazy mixed-up school.
Our teacher Mrs. Cheetah
Makes us talk backwards. Nicer cat
You wouldn’t want to meet a.

To start the day we eat our lunch,
Then do some heavy dome-work.
The boys’ and girls’ rooms go to us,
The hamster marks our homework.

At recess time we race inside
To don our diving goggles,
Play pin-the-donkey-on-the-tail,
Ball-foot or ap-for-bobbles.

Old Cheetah with a chunk of chalk
Writes right across two blackboards,
And when she says, “Go home!” we walk
The whole way barefoot backwards.

**

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Square Dancing with Sister Robert Claire

BY MICHAEL CLEARY

First week of junior high, Kel wised off to her
same as he’d done to the one all year before.
I can still see it. Her so short, the uppercut put
all her weight under the whack of her pudgy fist
against the V of his chin. Kel arching a back-dive, landing
legs up, desks dominoing halfway up the row.
Sweet Jesus, she was tough, but bless her the first one
who liked boys best and didn’t carry a grudge.

But she sure as hell wasn’t one of the almost pretty nuns
you could almost imagine out there in the world.
Picture pie-faced Lou from Abbott and Costello,
lumpy-looking in any duds but now add a thick black
floor-length habit with dozens of folds, hidden pockets.
Around her waist rosary beads big as marbles
dangling to where knees would be.
Hair, ears, and neck under a stiff white wimple,
she waddled the aisles like a wooly toad.

One week she dragged us into the gym
and the alien world of square dancing—and girls.
Shedding blazers, ties, and shoes, we were cornered.
In sweat socks and knee socks, we shuffled like prisoners,
allemande left and dosido stranger than dominus vobiscum.
Robert Claire stood on a chair trying to clap rhythm
into our dumb feet, sometimes leaping down, landing
light as a blackbird. She’d skip and twirl among us
arm over arm until her habit billowed like a gown,
face aglow, God’s clumsy children urged toward lessons
of possibility and romance she brought from a life before.
Reluctantly, we learned to move together, touch, let go.

**

[Each Sunday at ProfPost, Liz Tilton offers readers a poem broadly related to teaching and learning. We depend on our readers to bring these poems to our attention...so, please remember that you can always suggest a poem,  submit a guest post, raise a topic you'd like to see us address on ProfPost, or ask us questions via email:cetl@uc.edu]

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The High School Band

BY REED WHITTEMORE

On warm days in September the high school band
Is up with the birds and marches along our street,
Boom boom,
To a field where it goes boom boom until eight forty-five
When it marches, as in the old rhyme, back, boom boom,
To its study halls, leaving our street
Empty except for the leaves that descend
To no drum
And lie still.
In September
A great many high school bands beat a great many drums
And the silences after their partings are very deep.

**

[Each Sunday at ProfPost, Liz Tilton offers readers a poem broadly related to teaching and learning. We depend on our readers to bring these poems to our attention...so, please remember that you can always suggest a poem,  submit a guest post, raise a topic you'd like to see us address on ProfPost, or ask us questions via email:cetl@uc.edu]

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Everything Twice

BY GARY SOTO

Biology was a set of marble-colored tables
And gas spouts where we bloated up frogs, I thought,
And I thought I had a chance if I bought the book
Early and read it with my lips moving,
Maybe twice, maybe with my roommate half-listening.
I tried chemistry. I tried astronomy,
Which was more like honest-to-goodness math
Than the star of Bethlehem shining down the good news.
I was never good
At science, and so at the beginning of spring
I leaned my boredom on the wood desks
Of piss-ant chairs. But when our biology prof came
Into the classroom wiping his mouth,
When he moved a chair out of the way
And still bumped into it, I knew I had a chance.
He was drunk. His bow tie was a twisted-up
Twig and a nest of hair grew
From each ear. I looked to the skeleton
In the corner and smiled. A breeze stirred
And the bones clacked on
Their strings and wire. With the classroom splayed
With sunlight and hope, the students sighed.
A few pencils rolled to the floor -
An easy grade for all. The prof slurred,
“Man was never created equal.” He fumbled at the
Blackboard as he hunted for chalk. When he turned to us,
Chalk dust clung to his face.
For a moment, I don’t think he knew where he was.
He touched his bow tie. He stuck a finger
Into an ear and repeated, “Man was never created equal,”
Took a step and stumbled into chairs. Right then
I knew I didn’t even have to buy the book.
He was already repeating himself. Right there,
I looked out the window and sucked
In the good air of spring. Trees were wagging blossoms
And the like. One petal would sway,
Then another, sway after slight sway,
A repetition that was endless
And beautiful in the uniquely scientific world.

**

Thanks to Kelcey Ervick Parker, Assistant Professor of English at Indiana University South Bend and author of the wonderful For Sale by Owner, for today’s poem. Meet Kelcey here…you’ll love her. I do.

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Student and professor walking1 Professors Advocate for the Classroom Outside the ClassroomRunning into a grade-school teacher at the grocery store often turns out to be an awkward situation for both the student and the teacher. Why does this happen? Often children view their teachers as doing only one thing—teaching. Their teachers’ lives outside the classroom do not exist, and they most certainly do not go to the same Kroger.  As the child matures, he realizes that teachers have families and are involved in things outside of the classroom.

At the University of Cincinnati, some professors go beyond the call of duty to advocate for their university, staff, and students by way of Profpost, a blog archive which members can post to and react to posts submitted by other professors.  Discourse between professors at the same university allows them to learn from each other while often providing great conversation. Currently the economy of the United States is in a bit of an “overhaul” situation with budget cuts in education on the chopping block.  In the coming months, Profpost will be an avenue for university professors to discuss the problems or triumphs in higher education and how it can be further developed to get the most for the probably declining “buck.”

Profpost is an effective discourse community that reinforces teamwork in the classroom between the academics who educate students at the University of Cincinnati and elsewhere. Website design largely contributes to its effectiveness. ProfPost’s layout and organization allow both member and visitor to explore the site easily and intuitively.  Posts contain engaging diction, a variety of modes of transmission, and focus which maintains reader interest.  Both the organization of posts and the nature of the opinions themselves will allow Profpost to adapt to the ever-changing issues in higher education.

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