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    La Escuelita Maker Space Website

     

    KPIX 5 Cool Schools Spot on La Maker Space (special begins at 6:14am)

    Arts Integration - Design, Theater, Poetry

    Humanities Teaching

     

    Teaching Portfolio, Oakland International High School: 

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    Educating For Democracy In A Digital Age Lesson Study: 

    Edda Project Findings

     

  • poetry

    Two Trains of Death Poledance for Attention

     

     

    Oh crap Jose Chavez is stripping off his jacket
    He’s on top of the desk pole dancing
    While the boys are chanting
    Mucha Ropa

     

    Scratch that—

    The girls are doing it too!
    (This whole classroom is Mucha Ropa, apparently)

    And now Jose is down to his button up
    He’s about to reveal the white t-shirt underneath
    About to hit that last bastion before his skin

    And some idiot is blasting Romeo Santos
    On a Jambox in their backpack

    And shit if this goes any further

    I am one totally
    Admin-Effed teacher

    So duh
    I’m shouting
    This is inappropriate!

    Hopefully loud enough for the office to hear,

    Hopefully loud enough for the OUSD HR secretary
    (Secretly typing down everything ever spoken
    In any Oakland classroom ever)
    To hear

    Because Jose is doing Bachata
    When the next thing I know
    The cargo train he rode to Oaxaca
    Comes dancing magically
    Out the steam coming off his fingertips

    And its’ swirling around him chugging
    And rolling its metal wheels
    Over his shoulder blades

    And he’s juggling the coal carts like
    Soccer balls—and he’s down to his
    Boxer shorts, but by this point
    Now it’s a competition—

    Now there’s tiny teenagers dangling
    Off the side of the caboose every time
    Jose tosses the whole thing
    From one hand to the other—

    And its true he’s got his socks off
    But by now who cares

    There’s these tiny screams
    Coming from the top of the cars

    Because women are holding children
    Down on any rungs they can

    And sometimes crushed limbs
    Are raining on Jose’s exposed skin

    Sprinkling tiny droplets of blood

     

    So now I’ve got a nearly naked kid
    And limbs everywhere
    And the other kids have stopped chanting
    Mucha Ropa, now Kassandra’s

    Searching silently for her brother
    In the miniature parts on the floor

    While the Burmese boys
    Try to sweep everything up before
    There’s more real silence

     

    And I’d like to say that children
    Don’t have to carry the Trains of Death
    They rode from Guatemala Honduras
    El Salvador or Mexico

    To Texas
    Into my classroom like
    Jose, but here it is

    Living proof
    Stripped down to its
    Steamy essentials—

     

    To a sideshow act
    We can all watch, chanting or silent
    While the teenagers fall from the sky

     

    Fall to the tabletops
    Of the United States

    School System
    Somehow naked.

     

    *

     

    Jose, I’ve got the socks
    You left
    In a filing cabinet.

     

    Please
    Come back for them
    Soon.

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