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Theme for English B by Langston Hughes
The instructor said,Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me 
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what 
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white. 
But it will be
a part of you, instructor. 
You are white-- 
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. 
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me. 
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true! 
As I learn from you, 
I guess you learn from me-- 
although you're older--and white-- 
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.


I feel everyone in society is an educator.  We learn from each other on a daily basis.  On Saturday, I contacted some of my educator friends for help (Thanks!!).  Each week I try to have a theme that ties my journal entries together.  Early in the school year, our principal shared a picture he took in Tanzania of a boy doing his math on a chalkboard in a stick/mud hut.  Basically, I wanted to use Malala Yousafzai's story (listening journal) to show the importance of education and having a voice, so the picture worked for Perceive.  Finding a quote was easy, Nelson Mandela's, "Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world."  Finding a poem was difficult.  I looked through some poetry books and spent too much time on the Google machine (education, learning, school...).  At this point, I sent the e-mail out for suggestions.  Although I knew I could use Tupac's "Adversity over Ambition," I knew there had to be something better.  JDoc came through with, "Theme for English B" by Langston Hughes.  This morning when I arrived to school, I received an e-mail from a brilliant former colleague who also suggested "Theme for English B."  As I read his e-mail I smiled and added it to the Notebook file.  I have worked with wonderful, wise people, and I am truly blessed.  Plus, the journal entries this week will be full of thought and learning.  Woot Woot!

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LH said…
Thanks for teaching me about your cool way to do journal entries!

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