My #OklaEd and Others Content Challenge

Most of you are or have been classroom teachers – whether that classroom is actually in Oklahoma, in a traditional public school, or whatever. We talk policy a great deal – and rightly so. From time to time we’re inundated with pedagogy – which can be either helpful or a tad pompous depending on who’s doing the inundating. But it’s not all that common to use the wonders of the interwebs and edu-blogosphere to get all giddy sharing something content-related that gets us all tingly in our hoo-ha.

Teach Me Your WaysSo, as I’ve been locked in eternal (well, two days) combat with the unacceptable word count of my most recent elucidation of favorite Civil War shenanigans, I thought it would be diverting as a group to share similar loves from our classrooms, our book research, or whatever. It would certainly entertain ME to hear from YOU, and it might even promote bonding and academic conversation and maybe even stir up things about this gig that DON’T make us want to take up cordless bungee-jumping.

So, here’s my challenge to each of you, whether specifically named in my Twitterpalooza when I send this out or not, AND whether you’re part of the #OklaEd world or not:

1200 words or less describing, explaining, or otherwise sharing a favorite bit of content from whatever you teach, taught, write, or otherwise shine upon the future. You may reference the pedagogy involved, but I’m not asking for teacher techniques – I’m looking for an education about a favorite book or event or equation or chemical reaction.

Talk content to me, baby. Talk content to me HARD.

Please prod me when you post so I can compile a link-list below. Bonus points for appropriate visuals, and triple dog bonus points for submissions before May 1st.

Hot For Teacher Piano Lesson

RESPONSE POST: The Grandaddy of Trig Identities! (Teaching From Here) – Scott Haselwood is a confirmed longtime #11FF and one of those rare people who make math seem possible to me – maybe even fascinating. I think it’s because he genuinely seems to love it, both as an academic exercise and as something that happens in the real world. After you check out this content post, you should follow him on the Twitter and subscribe to his blog. He writes purdy for a math fella.

RESPONSE POST: BlueCerealEducation Content Challenge (JennWillTeach) – Jenn is a charter #11FF (the kind that means she’s an original member; not the kind that makes all the public members mad by drawing away money and glory) and this response might give you some hint as to why. Rather than pick a single lesson on which to elaborate, she’s laid out several weeks of ideas by grade level, 8th – 12th. This is a woman who chose the RIGHT online moniker. Her blog is brand spankin’ new, so go give her some edu-blogger love. She’s also rather amusing and insightful and stuff on Twitter, so check her out.

RESPONSE POST: BlueCerealEducation Content Challenge – I Teach The Blues (JethroBlank) – Jed Lovejoy is a relatively new #11FF who, I’m discovering, is full of surprises. You may not think, for example, that a breakdown of the musical curriculum for a small children’s home in Tipton, OK, would be particularly fascinating reading (and some listening) – but you, like me, would be so very wrong. We should keep an eye on this guy – he might end up changing the world while we’re not paying attention.

RESPONSE POST: “Beat It” (This Teacher Sings) – Mindy Dennison gets serious about Beat vs. Meter. I’m starting to see a theme in how many of these lessons are about taking the unfamilar and connecting it to the familiar before moving into the new. Hmmm….

RESPONSE POST: Blogger Challenge & The Heartbreakers (OkEducationTruths) – Rick Cobb of the legendary OkEducationTruths starts with Tom Petty and takes kids to Wordsworth before they realize they’ve been taught. (If he’d been in charge of getting that guy to eat green eggs & ham, that whole book would have been about 3 pages long.) Turns out even the bloggers get lucky sometimes.

RESPONSE POST: Flying, Fickle Apostrophes (Debbie Matney) – Debbie is a legend in all things ELA, but she doesn’t cotton much to that ‘Twitter’ stuff or them edu-blogs. She was kind enough, however, to send one of her favorite 6th Grade ELA lessons and some student work samples. Kinda makes me want to be eleven again, just so I could have her class…

RESPONSE POST: Talkin’ Content Challenge – History Edition (Marauding Mentor) – I somehow missed this one in the original sweep, but I love the approach. And they say History Teachers just show movies…

The peer pressure is building for the rest of you. Whatcha got? Huh? HUH?!?

Talk content to me.

**If you’ve posted something in response to this and don’t see it here, please nudge me on Twitter (@BlueCerealEduc) or email ([email protected]) – My intentions are good, but my brain is old.

 

Three Things They Didn’t Tell You In Teacher School (Guest Blogger – Alyssa)

Alyssa had just finished her first year in the classroom when I met her at a workshop I was leading last summer. You all know those kids who catch your attention immediately for some wonderful reason or the other – it’s the same working with teachers a week at a time. You love them all, but some stick with you – and you often know it within the first few hours. 

I’ll spare her my extended lauding of her content knowledge, her intimidating grasp of pedagogy in its dozens of variations, and her – my god – her ENERGY level. I’m not that young, but even when I was, I never came close to this kind of verve. I asked if she’d share some thoughts for newbies, and she was kind enough to comply. Turns out in addition to everything else, she’s pretty wise for such a young’un. 

How close are those science types towards effective cloning? We need to get on that…

Animated AlyssaI’m a 2nd year 7th grade Texas History teacher.  When I started – I was thrown into the mix mid year, in an urban, Title 1, public school. I was a first time teacher and was completely overwhelmed. I was learning all new curriculum, getting the hang of balancing the piles of paperwork and deadlines, learning classroom management, and trying to grow professionally all at one time. It was a mess.

But I’m not alone in this uphill battle. Every year thousands of new teachers enter the workforce, learning first hand what actually does and doesn’t work in their classroom. 

So for you other brave newbies on the block, I have compiled the 3 things that you most need during your first year (or two) of teaching. 

1. Learn about your students. I don’t mean this in a super cheesy start your first day with a survey about their favorite colors and food way – I mean this in a more serious dig into their culture kind of way. Most of us don’t start out at schools that are exactly like the kind of school we grew up in. Even if it is, times have changed – a lot, and it’s been a long time since you were their age.

Learn what happens in their neighborhood, what their cultural norms are. Students who live below the poverty line have a whole world of outside pressures and experiences that affect them in the classroom. Students who have to worry about where their next meal comes from, who are already 1 million words ‘behind’, and who aren’t sure where they’ll be living in another week will be different in the classroom than a kid who comes from a more privileged household.

Understanding their challenges outside of the classroom will help you better overcome their challenges inside of the classroom. If you don’t educate yourself on this, you’ll be going up against their walls all year instead of breaking them down.

Build the relationships. Spend two minutes a day with your most challenging student in the hall getting to know them. Your students want to know who you are just as much as you want to know them. Ask them what music they listen to, share your favorite TV shows and playlists. Tell them about your family. Personal anecdotes are not lost on them when they feel they can relate. My students are fully aware that I love yoga, Bruno Mars and dancing to Taylor Swift. My students don’t like any of those things but are totally entertained by the fact that I will dance around the room and lip sync to Taylor Swift, or challenge a kid to try a ‘yoga push up’.

Luckily we actually have a few other things in common, and they love that they can relate to something that I dig. 

2. Try everything that feels right. You are going to be given a ton of tips on how to classroom manage, check for understanding, implement writing strategies into your content, build academic vocabulary, manage your workload, re-build your discipline plan, communicate with parents – this list could go on forever. They will be unending and overwhelming. How in the heck are you supposed to do all of this and teach the students what the state requires you to teach them?

Not every teacher is the same. Not everyone’s classroom style is the same. Walk in and out of each of these professional developments, workshops, emails with one goal – what is one (maybe two) thing that I can actually see myself implementing into my classroom? Try it out – try it out more than just once. It may work, if it doesn’t – no big deal – you’ll have an email with another 25 ways to engage your students in your inbox by the end of the day. 

3. Find rest. The first year is exhausting. So is the second. We wear ourselves out, coming in early, staying up late, taking on too many things outside of our classrooms. The reality is that most of us are overwhelmed with the basic weekly things we have to accomplish. We’re learning all new curriculum, creating lesson plans from scratch, writing tests, trying to juggle parent conferences and 504’s and learning how to modify our assignments and tests to accommodate every child, and get at least 2 grades into the grade book. We wear ourselves thin quickly, and that is of no benefit to us, our families, or our students. Find rest.

If that means you say ‘no’ to something – say ‘no’. Do not spend all morning, all day, and all night at work. Try to fit in a class or a time with your family or friends that is just yours. Make it regular, something that you make yourself attend. I love yoga –I have a class that I can get to every afternoon at 5:30. My goal is to attend 4 times a week. It is my one and only hour to myself. I can’t have my phone in class, no one can call me, I can’t check my emails, I can’t write a lesson plan. All of that can wait. I need that one hour desperately to help me be a centered and sane person. It helps me be more mentally ready for the next day and helps me rinse away the day that has passed.

Whatever that thing is – figure it out – and commit to it. Give yourself the space to be the person that makes you great inside of the classroom so that you can be that person. 

That’s it. You now have the secret keys to success in a first year classroom. Just kidding. I’m not that amazing. But I do hope these things are helpful – because if someone had given me permission to throw out that 19th list of 100 ways to engage visual learners in the classroom  – my evenings would have been a little easier. If you’re in the middle of it – and are feeling overwhelmed, remember – it is okay. We’ve all been there – and it DOES get better. 

**If you are an OG – a master teacher across the hall from one of these brave fledglings – you have a charge also. Care for that teacher. Have lunch with them every now and then. Help them out with a lesson plan. Show them how to get the good stapler – and where the heck the magical supply closet is.Ask them how they’re doing, and encourage them along the way.

Think back to your first year and share some of your own horror stories. If they have a terrifyingly difficult student, bribe that student to be good for a day with a Snickers when that sweet teacher is about to be observed.  Offer to make their copies for them when you have an extra thirty minutes of your planning period with nothing to do – or you know, get a student to do it.

But remind them to keep fighting the good fight, and remind them that it does get easier, and better, and more and more rewarding all the time. Because it does – or we wouldn’t be doing it so passionately, now would we? 

Defining Success (An #OklaEd Challenge)

Dr XIt’s so teacher of us – a variety of challenges complete with topics and word limits have been issued to various #oklaed bloggers lately, some with DUE DATES! In other words, we’re giving each other actual assignments.

And responding, more often than not. Go figure.

All across Oklahoma, computer screens are being damaged by red pens as we forget ourselves and begin trying to mark them up before assigning grades. I’m not entirely sure if they meet whatever our state standards are this week, but I’m pretty sure OkEducationTruths in particular has remained 100% Common Core compliant throughout – so… kudos, Rick!

Rather than becoming a limitation, it’s actually quite freeing to be ‘assigned’ a topic and such. No second-guessing whether you’ve chosen the right subject matter, written too much or too little, etc. As an otherwise mess of a student told me my very first year teaching when I clearly had no idea what I was expecting on a project I’d assigned, “Sometimes fences set us free.”

Scott Haselwood of Teaching From Here recently prompted Erin Barnes of Educating Me to blog her definition of success. She did – and I was personally blown away.

That Haselwood is a slippery ol’ boy, though (he’s, um… he’s one of those ‘math’ types). When he noticed my praise of Erin’s post, this happened:

Tweet One - Haselwood Challenge

Tweet 2 - My Response One

Tweet 3 - My Response Two

I wasn’t just being gracious about not being able to top it. It’s pretty good. Rather than try to match it on my own, I’ll do what I do in class and borrow the wisdom of others – my role being mere commentary. Because this is a blog post and I want lots of hits, I’ll also cram it into a ‘list’ format. Talk about ‘success’ – I’ll be selling ad space in no time!

(1) Success is not making things worse. This probably sounds rather negative. Perhaps it is. The thing is, we’re all so broken and careless and it’s so hard to see clearly – we wound one another constantly, in such colorful variations – commission, ommission, misunderstanding, hurt, anger, fear… success is when we don’t. Or at least when we manage to do it less.

Broken China People

I’m not being entirely fair – not all of you are such a mess. Some of you manage to come out on the positive side more days than not, and I’m deeply thankful for the truly complete souls in my world who pour in more than they drain out. More power to you, and thanks for not being dillweeds about it most of the time.

For the rest of us, before we can encourage, inspire, challenge, or otherwise build up those in our reach, first we must take our cue from Hippocrates and ‘do no harm.’

…They walked carefully through the china country. The little animals and all the people scampered out of their way, fearing the strangers would break them, and after an hour or so the travelers reached the other side of the country and came to another china wall… by standing upon the Lion’s back they all managed to scramble to the top. Then the Lion gathered his legs under him and jumped on the wall; but just as he jumped, he upset a china church with his tail and smashed it all to pieces.

“That was too bad,” said Dorothy, “but really I think we were lucky in not doing these little people more harm than breaking a cow’s leg and a church. They are all so brittle!” 

Broken Figurine“They are, indeed,” said the Scarecrow, “and I am thankful I am made of straw and cannot be easily damaged. There are worse things in the world than being a Scarecrow.”

(The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Chapter 20)

We remember they killed the witches, but forget they took the Wizard away from a perfectly contented Emerald City before proceeding to stomp through the little china people. To their credit, they tried – but Dorothy arrived in a tornado and never really outgrew that quirk until back home and properly restrained.

(2) Success is paying attention.

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years, and the slow parade of fears without crying – now I want to understand. 

I have done all that I could to see the evil and the good without hiding; you must help me if you can.

Doctor, my eyes… tell me what is wrong. Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

(Jackson Browne, 1972)

Eyes OpenI think the hardest thing about teaching, about marriage, about parenting, about citizenship, about socializing, cooking, fixing, feeling, running, thinking, being – is paying attention.

Always.

What’s being said, and by whom? How do they feel? What do they mean? What’s the big picture, and what really matters in this situation? What are my options – my real options?

We are creatures of habit and selective attention – a necessary development to function in a complicated and highly stimulating world. But to listen, and see, and think, and feel – that’s challenging. Somehow, though, everything important comes from there.

(3) Success is to just keep going.

You’ve probably picked up on what a downer this list seems to be. That’s not really my intent – I’m a idealist at heart. Sort of. Some days. Well… that one time.

Regret StormtrooperI’ve taught some great lessons in my time, and watched some young people have some pretty impressive lightbulb moments. Not every day, though – not most days, or most kids, or most lessons. Sometimes I really step in it, saying or doing something reckless and unnecessary – which, I mean, is the same reason the good stuff works. But sometimes it doesn’t, and I hurt someone, one of my kids, or peers, or worse – I alienate them. Lose them for the light.

Other times it’s less serious – blog posts that suck, or which leave me feeling exposed in the icy silence of cyberspace (you want to crush an online voice, don’t argue or attack – just ignore. I assure you, it’s devastating.) Side projects that don’t take, or conference proposals that go nowhere, or worse – bring in two people for the day to awkwardly stumble along with me.

Sometimes it’s a marriage, or that kid you tried to raise better, or that job you lost, or that purchase you should/shoudn’t have made. That accident, that embarrassment, that stupid stupid thing you said. That emptiness you caused, or felt, or filled with all the wrong things. That sickness. That inadequacy.

We grossly underestimate the value and power of simply getting up again the next day and trying to press through one more time. You juggle, you adjust, you ponder, or sometimes you just put your head down and charge. Maybe you get closer, maybe you don’t – but, see… that’s OK. Because you’re still going.

And when you just keep going, sometimes you say the right thing at the right time in the right way. When you just keep going, sometimes you’re the one who helps someone back up, or sits with them while they can’t. When you just keep going, you sometimes get it right. You sometimes figure stuff out. You occasionally get better in one or two areas.

If you haven’t yet, then you start now. As long as you’re still going, it’s not failure. You haven’t quit.

And that makes it success.

Dancing Fools

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“Here’s Your Mule,” Part Six – Soiled Armor

Lincoln ReadyYour standard American History textbook will tell you that after First Bull Run, the Union realized the War was going to be a bit trickier than they’d thought, and began preparing more substantially. The South, on the other hand, felt validated in their assessment of the Yanks and suffered from overconfidence. 

Both are partly true, but the pragmatic oversimplification necessary in any high school history course creates false clarities. Nothing’s ever as straightforward as we teach it, or as unequivocal as the teenage mind demands. History involves too many people and groups thereof, and people are messy and weird. 

In an effort to spotlight some of that complication, I supplement the basics of Bull Run with two short video clips involving a very different military situation. I’m going to argue that First Bull Run, its unfolding, and its results, shaped the Civil War more dramatically and for far longer than its strategic importance or body count suggested.

Clip the First:

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OK, quiz time. In this excerpt, who does the Black Knight represent?

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*BUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* Time’s up!

The answer is… ‘The South’. 

Southern PrideThe vanity and honor culture of the South was pretty much unbearable long before First Bull Run, but their routing of the North after such build-up and so many supposed disadvantages reinforced the conviction of many Secesh that they simply could not, would not, should not lose – ever ever ever ever.

Ever.

They didn’t quit when behind. They didn’t quit when outnumbered. They didn’t quit when outgunned, outspent, outsupplied, or outlasted. Because THEY BELIEVED.

There’s something to be said for that sort of conviction. Lesson #1 in talking to a member of the opposite sex (or, you know… whoever you happen to be into) for the first time is “be confident.” You don’t need to be cocky, but if you approach them worried you’re going to look like an idiot, or say the wrong thing, or otherwise tank… guess what?

How many books would never have been written, temples never have been built, or blogs never posted if their creators let doubt win the day? (I, for one, am simply brimming with insecurity and self-loathing. Surely you’ve wondered about the constant overcompensating?) You can’t let uncertainty shape ALL of your choices.

But some refuse to let doubt shape ANY of their choices. You know those folks who try out for American Idol or other talent-based exploitations, who suck horribly but audition over and over and over and over and over, passionately proclaiming without irony that the world MUST HEAR THEIR SONG?

They believe.

American Idol Crazy

As they’re dragged away in handcuffs, proclaiming they ARE the next American Idol, they still believe.

Those motivational posters about noteworthy peeps in history who failed a half-zillion times before doing something memorable? They believed.

Those momma monkeys who keep fighting the tiger even after they’re clearly losing so much blood they can’t possibly –

Well, you get the idea.

Elsa - Let It GoHere’s the problem with that kind of enemy: they don’t give up. I mean, I’m a big fan of all that ‘hold on tight to your dreams’ stuff, but there’s a time to make like Elsa and let it go.

But not the South. 

There’s a parallel of this in the 20th century – Japan in World War II. We’d fire-bombed Tokyo, killing something like 100,000 men, women, and children, and with such intensity that ‘fire tornados’ became a thing, incinerating thousands more. Their rivers were clogged with charred corpses, but leadership still believed. Defeat was not an option, even when defeated. 

Japan WWIIGermany took a pretty severe beating before Hitler’s suicide opened the door to surrender, leaving Japan alone in the fight –  but they couldn’t let themselves accept the inevitable. WE DROPPED AN ATOMIC BOMB ON THEM, and they were still, like “I dunno – seems to me we can still make this work.”

In order to end the war, Japan had to be destroyed in ways previously unconceived – ways still debated three-quarters of a century later. 

Like the Black Knight, the South couldn’t be “defeated”. They had to be absolutely ruined, crippled, maimed by the North – played here by Arthur, King of the Britains. 

THAT shaped the course of the Civil War. THAT shaped a large part of the country for a century AFTER the war. In case you haven’t followed the news lately, there are some still fighting parts of this war – albeit with rhetoric and political maneuvering in the name of tradition and faith.

“It’s only a flesh wound.”

Clip the Second:

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Here’s Quiz Number Two. Ready?

In this clip, who does King Arthur represent? 

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*BUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* Time’s up!

The answer is… ‘The North’.

(Seriously, I like, JUST said that. Why would it change? If you missed that despite my having just said it, congratulations – you’re my students.)

George B. McClellanIf Bull Run left the South feeling confirmed in their invulnerability, it left the North soiling their armor at rabbits. Yes, the President and co. dug in for a real war, but the psychological impact of blowing a ‘sure thing’ – so much so that they skulked back to Washington in terror and shame – didn’t fade quickly. Add to this the grand delusions of General George B. McClellan, who led Union troops through much of the first part of the war – and we have a problem. 

McClellan was so very good at so many things, but initiative was not one of them. When forced to fight, he would – apparently pretty well. When left up to him, however, the North was never quite ready.

This is ironic, because that was one of the things McClellan was best at – training, organizing, preparing. Heck, he couldn’t get enough of it. But when he had 100,000 men he was sure the enemy had 150,000 (when in reality it was more like 70,000). When he had positioning, surprise, and the technological edge, he was sure they had managed something to thwart him before he’d even begun.

Lincoln & McClellanYou’d think this would mean less bloodshed, but in reality it protracted the conflict unnecessarily for months – maybe years. It drove Lincoln crazy, despite his calm veneer – at one point he wrote to McClellan asking if perhaps he could borrow the army for a time, seeing as how he wasn’t using it for anything. 

Good times. 

McClellan was eventually replaced by less capable but more willing men, who did horrible things bravely but badly. Better McClellan had taken the initiative so at least horrible things could have been done well, and quickly. 

The name we’ll eventually remember as saving the Union was not McClellan, but Grant – Ulysses S., to be precise. We’ll skip over to him next time.

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“Here’s Your Mule,” Part Five – Bull Run Goes South

First Bull Run w/ Cannon

By early afternoon on July 21st, 1861, the thrill of battle was wearing thin. Although troops on both sides had fought surprisingly well (given their ‘green’ status), few involved had really fathomed this ‘war’ thing prior to engagement. It was turning out to be far less entertaining than advertised. 

After a long morning of roughly equal give and take, Union troops were beginning to push back the Confederates. Several critical lines were weakening. The handful of Northern generals with actual experience could feel the momentum shifting, and urged their boys on with renewed vigor. 

And then it all turned. Dammit. 

First, Confederate reinforcements arrived by train. 

First Bull Run AgainThrough the smoke and haze of battle, the boys who would later be in blue could tell fresh troops were falling into place across the way. Those looking behind for their own reinforcements were… disappointed. 

Sorry boys – we’re already all in. You’re it. 

And… BY TRAIN?! It’s one thing to be whipped by Secesh, but having your butt kicked by irony is just cruel. Clearly the folks running this thing weren’t reading the same history books as my 9th graders, or they’d know the NORTH had the supposed advantage when it came to technology and transportation. 

Follow the rules, people. 

Second, Thomas Jackson was weird. 

Stonewall JacksonOK, he was already weird before the battle. A brilliant strategist, Jackson was nonetheless an unlikely leader of men. He was socially awkward, and his classes at Virginia Military Institute were notorious for their tedium.

He memorized each 90 minute lecture, and delivered it straight, without interruption. Students foolish enough to ask questions provoked only a pause before he’d begin again at the beginning – sometimes repeating the entire session the next class period if necessary. It wasn’t any more exciting the second time. 

On the plus side, he received very few questions after those first few weeks. He must have been REALLY good.

Jackson was a Calvinist, and as such was no fun at all. Still suffering from the recent death of his daughter, he believed that overt mourning – like smiling – was a sign both of one’s own lack of self-control and an insult to an omnipotent God.

He knew in the core of his being that his fate had been written millennia before his birth. Nothing he or anyone else did could shake this. In battle, this meant that he moved without fear among his troops, even in the hottest melees. If this were his day to die, he would die – horseback or not, hidden or no. If it were not, nothing the enemy could do would hurt him. So… he did his duty, and thanked his god while so doing. 

Always. 

Jackson often held his left arm up, palm to the sky. Whether this was a spiritual gesture or an effort to balance his body’s fluids or magnetism (both common medical concerns of the day), it must have been quite a sight. Add to this his penchant for sucking on lemons (um… they’re GOOD for you) and the picture is complete – austere Thomas Jackson, riding into the storm, left arm raised and bright yellow rind showing just behind his pursed lips as he speaks voicelessly to himself or the Almighty. 

First Bull RunIt was THIS figure who confronted the men who’d begun to fall back in the face of superior firepower. Jackson didn’t yell, so his voice would have been raised only in order to be heard above the din. He told them to form a line and hold it.

This was not a revolutionary strategy. I don’t wish to get all technical, but “don’t run away” is often key to winning these sorts of things. Then again, so is “don’t get killed” – which is probably the one more on the minds of the men he’d encountered. 

I don’t know if he dropped the lemon. History leaves us with so many unanswerables. 

But Jackson – loveable or not – had presence. Gravitas. And the power of that confidence, that conviction, stirred up all that was noble and testosterony in men. They formed a line, and held it. 

Standing Like a Stone WallGeneral Bee, who was not particularly weird OR inspiring, saw this from across the way and recognized its power. Knowing he couldn’t pull it off personally, he instead pointed it out to his men: “Look! There’s Jackson, standing like a stone wall! Rally behind the Virginians!” 

And a great nickname was born. SO much better than ‘Lemon Face’ Jackson. 

It’s possible, of course, that Bee was cursing Jackson. At least one account suggests something closer to “Holy $%#& – there’s Jackson just… STANDING there like a stone wall! *sigh* Alright boys, go rally behind the Virginians.” 

Either way, we’ll never know, as dear General Bee was shot in the head moments later. Like I said, unanswerables. 

Third, the rebel yell and misplaced balls.  

Billy Idol - Rebel YellFirst Bull Run was the first time Union troops would experience one of the more bone-chilling elements of the Civil War. This was possibly Jackson’s doing as well. (Hey, once you’ve got a cool nickname, anything is possible.) 

As Sherlock Holmes famously intoned, when all other options have been eliminated, whatever’s left – however unlikely – must be the answer. In wartime this means when you can’t hold and you can’t retreat, you take the only choice left – full speed ahead. 

Imagine you can’t see the enemy through the smoke drifting across the battlefield. Their fire has slowed, then sputtered out. At first you wonder if they’ve finally pulled back, but no – you hear distant voices, orders relayed up and down the line. Is that clanking? They wouldn’t be – surely not…

Then you hear it. A thousand angry banshees, crying out for your – OMGWHATTHEF%$#@?!? 

Bursting through the smoke comes an onrushing wave of madmen, bayonets forward, screaming and charging and HOLY MOTHER OF – RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!

Rebel Yell Annotated

It was apparently quite effective. People ran away from them lots when they did this. 

The Union lines broke, and they began to retreat – not quite in panic, but certainly not in ideal military order. As they began to reach the main road back to Washington, they ran into civilians, with their carriages, picnic baskets, servants, and other folderol. They’d come to watch the festivities, along with reporters and others curious about the event. 

Now they were all converging on the same road at the same time with the same confused urgency. It had the makings of a bad situation. 

Chaos At Bull RunAnd yet, things remained relatively calm. Disorderly, to be sure – frustrating, and volatile. But there was no panic – at first. 

Then a stray cannonball, fired from god-knows-where, somehow cleared the hill shielding them from the main part of the battlefield. It made no sense that it would be there, just then, but – well, that’s how things were going, weren’t they? 

The ball struck a wagon or carriage of some sort and the pieces flew. Aaaannnnnnd… that did it. NOW there was panic. 

All the way to Washington, where scattered troops and civilians hours later began dragging in exhausted, delusional, and terrified, proclaiming the end of civilization as the Rebel Menace was certainly hot on their heels, eagerly devouring the handful of survivors.  

Simplified HistoryYour standard American History textbook will tell you the Union realized the War was going to be a bit trickier than they’d thought, and begin preparing more substantially. The South, on the other hand, felt validated in their assessment of the Yanks and suffered from overconfidence. 

These are both partly true, which is the curse of simplifying history for curricular consumption – a necessary and pragmatic evil. I’d like to supplement this interpretation next time with two clips I use in class to complicate matters. 

One even has a bunny.

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