EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author


UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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My Philosophy of Education and the Teaching of World Literature




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Wendy C Allen       

Oct 25, 2011

SID: 9032147

Introduction to Teaching

EDU 102

Ellen Towne

Room B107





Project:

Philosophy of Education Draft


I wasn’t sure what to write, so I decided to just ask myself simple questions, answer them and see where it took me.  I asked myself: Who am I? What do I believe about schools, teaching, students, and literature? And how does all of this effect how I would teach? Than I started writing down the answers and just let the ideas ramble on from there. The end result is I wrote 11 pages! So, I don’t know, a lot of this may be irrelevant, but seeing as this is only the draft and you said you wanted to see how we were coming up with our philosophy ideas, I decided to just leave it as is, and edit it down to 2 pages for the final version.




~Wendy

My Philosophy of Education and the Teaching of World Literature

Who I am and what I believe, reflects my teaching goals and topic. So who am I and what do I believe?

I am a lifelong learner. I believe that education starts the day we are born and continues throughout our entire life. I believe that schools are there not to give us an education, but rather to teach us how to seek an education of our own.   

I am an artist. I paint. I draw. I create. I love museums. I love fine art. I love to stare into A Starry Night and imagine myself flying through the swirling spirals. I love reading the giant hardcover illustrated classics: Edgar Allan Poe, The Phantom of the Opera, Alice in Wonderland, and all the rest, as portrayed to us by the brush strokes of Greg Hildebrant. I believe that through art, books can come alive and invite even the most reluctant reader into it’s pages.

I am a writer. I write, science fiction, and horror, and tales of the Fae from the shadowy mists of Scotland. I write short stories and plays. I believe that writing is the window to the soul, that writing lifts spirits and relieves stress, and is a pure joy to pursue.

I am a reader and a collector of books. More than anything else, I love books. I love the smell of the ink, the feel of the binding, the whisper of the turning pages, and most of all, the treasures and adventures in far away lands, which they hold inside. I love classic literature. I love Edgar Allan Poe. I love Gothic tales. I love the Brothers’ Grimm. I love A Christmas Carol. I  love the morbid Roderic Usher, the headstrong James Retief, the zany Zaphod Bebbelbrox, the brooding Mr Rochester, the heroic Col. Brandon, the miserly Eberzeber Scrooge, the inquisitive Alice, the love struck Eric O.G., the obsessed Capt Nemo, the not what he seemed Prof Snape, the wild Willy Wonka,  and the unpredictable Long John Silver. I love rereading their stories again and again, reliving their tales and following them on their adventures across the high seas, deep beneath the oceans, through the streets of London, lost in the dark moors of unnamed lands, across the galaxy in a star ship, and under the sewers of Paris. I love science fiction, adventure, and fantasy. My favorite book is The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, my favorite author (when it isn’t Edgar Allan Poe) is Keith Laumer, closely followed by James Blish.

I love Star Trek and Star Wars and X-Files and Doctor Who, for they are shows which like books, carry you away on the wings of adventure to explore the far reaches of the imagination. When I watch movies, they are ones based on books: The Princess Bride, Sense and Sensibility, Alice in Wonderland, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter... I love seeing books come alive on screen.

I am a CosPlayer and a D&D Dungeon Master. I design, sew, and create elaborate costumes of characters from books and comics and I don’t just play Dungeons and Dragons, I write scenarios, create characters, and build the costumes which I wear to play the games. For Halloween I dress up as characters from Edgar Allan Poe’s stories and poems.

I’m a collector of books. I own more than 10,000 books, not including my collection of more than 7,000 comic books, which brings the total to 17,000 books. Part of my book collection holds second place in the Guinness World Records - this set of rare (French and German language) comic books (many autographed) took me 28 years to track down each and every volume (more 700 books in the set) and is my most prized possession. I have no shortage of books with which to supplement my curriculum. To say I love books is a gross understatement. Books are my entire life. When I say I love books, and want to share my love of books with others, I mean, I really love books unfathomably and it is impossible for me to not share my love of books with others, because it’s the only thing I talk about.

Now maybe that all seems irrelevant for a Philosophy of Education, but that is who I am, (at my core I am someone with a major book addiction) and these facts about me, effect my thoughts on teaching and are what have inspired me to want to teach literature, to share my love of books with others, that they too, may discover the mired of worlds which exist within books.

I believe in active hands on learning. I believe that passive education creates passive adults who are just passing through life. I believe that actively participating in class as children, results in adults who actively participate in life. To explain what I mean, I shall explain what it is I view as passive and participative classrooms.

When one thinks of World Literature, one generally thinks of tired old professors, droning out dry lectures on the lives of authors long dead, of lessons measuring and graphing the rhyme and reason of the text, of analysing and dissecting unknown and speculative hidden meanings of what the author might have meant to say, rather that just reading the story for the sake of the story. This is not how I believe literature should be taught. I look at World Literature classes taught like this and say to myself:

“It’s no wonder so many students are struggling to read! Where is the passion? Where is the motivation? Where is the love?”

If you want children to read, you must first show them that it is alright to love reading. They must first want to read. It is for this reason, which I do not believe in lectures. Students find lectures boring, and lectures do nothing to help them retain information. What student wants to memorize names and dates which mean nothing to them in their daily lives? Lecture a student, give them a list of names and dates, and the answer you will get in return is:

“Why?”

“Why do I need to know this?”

“Why should I care?”

“Why can’t we do something fun?”

This is a passive classroom. The information is neatly packaged and passed on to the students. The students’ minds drift, they have nothing to do, nothing to keep them actively interested in the lesson, which they view as dull while they sit watching the clock and waiting for the bell to ring. The information passes into one ear and out the other. If a student is bored, the student is not interested in the topic, and if the student is not interested in the topic, they are not paying attention in class and therefore are not learning.

The student is not an empty vessel waiting to be filled with mounds of random facts. A student is a growing individual, looking to make their place in the world, and seeking the skills necessary to do that. A teacher’s goal should not be to fill the child with information, but rather to help a student learn how to seek that information on their own.

I believe the best way to do this is through open debate and discussion. Think of the last time you went to a movie. What happened when you came out? If you are like most people you went straight to your best friend and started telling the best scenes and why you loved them and how you felt watching them and why the storyline touched your soul and why they should watch the movie too. The two of you debated and discussed the pros and the cons of the movie, changes you would have made, ways it could have been better, why it wasn’t enough like its book, who should have played the lead role, and soon you were comparing events in the movie to events in the news and events in your life. What started out as you watching a movie has grown into an entire debate of morals, ethics and politics. Books should be like movies. Books should stir your soul and make you want to run to your friends and share the joys of everything you learned, everything you thought, and everything you felt. This is how I believe literature should be taught, actively, with students reading at home and than coming into the classroom to discuss what they read. Not every student need read the same book either. Each student reading a different book, opens the debate for greater discussion as they compare the differences between them.

Students may leave your lecture and not remember a word you said, but they will leave an open debate discussion with their brains full of new ideas on how they view the world, and ideas forming on what they can do to make the world they live in a better place. There in lies the awesome power of books, for they are far more than just an adventure into the imagination. Books inspire ideas. Books inspire people to action. Books inspire world changes. And when I say books, I do not mean just fictional novels, but also poems, short stories, plays, essays, biographies, autobiographies, and philosophical writings.

My philosophy of learning literature goes beyond reading and debate, however, for sometimes it is only through art which a student is able to express how deeply a book has touched their lives. Children are curious by nature. They learn best by exploring the world around them. They don’t just want to be told something is true. They want to see, hear, taste, smell, touch, feel, and know for themselves that something is true. To simply tell them information is not enough. They need to experiment with that information. They need to take it apart, analyse it, than reassemble it. Where would science be without experiments and lab work? Where would math be without charts and instruments? This is just as true of literature as it is of any other subject taught in school. For this reason I believe it is important that students have access to art materials within their literature classes: to draw, to paint, to sculpt, or to assemble their own interpretations of what they have read, for this allows them to express how they feel and promotes reading comprehension, critical thinking, logic skills, and deeper truer learning. I believe that art and literature go hand in hand and that one inspires the creation of the other. Taking this theory one step farther, I also believe that through the writing and acting of plays, students gain even fuller perspective of the story they have read. This is not a direct book to play translation, but rather a retelling of the story, which may or may not use the same characters and settings. There is nothing quite so telling of a students understanding of what they have read, as when they deconstruct that book, and write an adaptation of it for a class play, which they than perform. By recreating a book as a play, by retelling the base story, in a new light, you can truly assess the student’ understanding of what they read, for now you see it as they did.

I see reading, writing, drawing, painting, sculpting, and acting as a deeply connected and intertwining art form embracing and complimenting each other and when combined together in one class, help to develop a well rounded intellectual being capable of critically analysing the world around them, and promoting the development of being a self motivated life long learner. This is what I mean when I say I believe in active learning. The students read the books, debate the books, discuss the books, illustrate the books, write interpretations of the books, create sculptures of characters from the books, take field trips to see the books performed on stage, and act out the books themselves through role-play. Through these things literature becomes far more than listening to dry lectures; it becomes a living breathing thing which invites the children to actively participate in it. These are the types of activities which stay with them their whole lives. They will have forgotten the lecture before nightfall, but years from now they will still remember the activities they did. They’ll leave the lecture wondering “So, what was the point of that?”, but they’ll take part in the activity and say: “Now I know why you told me this. Now I understand”.

Another advantage of this interactive method to teaching is that it is adjustable to students of all learning levels, allowing for remedial readers to work along side of gifted readers, each being allowed to work on their projects at their own level of understanding.

Knowing books as well as I do, I’m well acquainted with the concept of the same story being told and retold in different formats. Some books are just too much for a student to digest in a single month. I feel that it is better to get the students acquainted with the classics in easily digestible steps. For example: Jane Eyre is a book loved by millions of teenage girls, but many find its massive size (more than 400 pages)  daunting and thus avoid picking it up at all. They are not familiar with the tale, thus not motivated to pick up a book of such massive size. For many young girls, it was only through reading a much shorter abridged and illustrated edition, that they came to love the story of Plain Jane and her illustrious Mr Rochester, and once they know the story, they will often seek out and read the full unabridged edition. They were introduced in small steps, than wanted to know more. You have to get them hooked on the story before you can expect them to read the book.

Likewise for many boys, reading is a chore, yet give them a comic book edition of Treasure Island and they’ll soon be seeking out the unabridged edition as well.  By being introduced to an illustrated abridgment, they learn what the story is about, they get drawn in by the sensation of it, and become eager to find out what parts were removed. I have used comic books in the past to help non-reading teen-aged boys become prolific readers. In the space of a single year, one boy whom I taught, went from being a total non-reader who started out “reading” Disney’s Uncle Scrooge comic books by looking at the pictures. If you are not familiar with Uncle Scrooge, it is no short feat to start out reading these. They are graphic novels with big words and a lot of them. They follow the daring adventures of Scrooge as he treks across the Amazon and Africa and Alaska in search of treasure during the late 1800’s and early 1900s, meeting many historical figures along the way. The Indian Jones movie series was based on the Uncle Scrooge comic books, which tells you the nature of these tales. Years of research went into the creation of these absolutely amazing books, and they are extremely historically and geographically accurate, and unlike traditional comic books each story has a whopping 10,000 words to read. These are not children’s or teen’s comic books, they were made for business professionals,bankers, museum curators, and others who wanted a form of “light entertainment” catering to their higher IQ levels. I have used these comic books again and again to get non-readers addicted to reading. This boy in particular, knew from the pictures what the story was saying, but did not know until reading the words, that the stories were comedies riddled with jokes and humor, which once he progressed from looking to reading, he was hooked on reading. Within weeks he went from reading Uncle Scrooge to reading early reader Bailey School Kid mysteries and by the end of the year read all 7 Harry Potter books, an accomplishment he could not have imagined doing a year prior. This boy was proof that if you love what you are reading, you will be motivated to read more and more, because once you discover the glorious worlds which exist inside of books, you just can’t get enough of them.

My goal is not to force students to read from required reading lists, but rather to help them find something which will inspire them to read more, and for this reason I include comic books, graphic novels, illustrated classics, abridged classics, and chapter books in my planned classroom library. I want to help students get excited about reading, to look at reading as fun. My goal is to help students to turn the “but I don’t like to read” response into “I can’t wait to read the next book”.

Additionally, the inclusion of classic novels in unbridged, abridged, illustrated, and graphic novel formats within the curriculum, allows students of varying reading levels to read a format they are comfortable with, while still being able to read the same story every one else is reading. They connect with the same characters, come to understand the same principles, but do it on their current reading level. It leaves no child out of the group discussion about the book, as they each got to read the story at a level they were comfortable with. Nor does it leave children behind in critical thinking, while it also encourages them to become better readers. I feel that reading for pleasure, grasping the concept of the story, and being able to discuss said story with your classmates is far more important than forcing students to read an unabridged book at a level they are not yet ready to comprehend. A teacher’s goal should be to help the student understand and progress, not to go over their heads and leave them behind wondering what was being read.

I also believe that reading what you want to read is far more important than slogging through something which bores you. At no time will any student ever hear from me “but that’s a book for little kids” or “but that book is too hard for you”. If a student wants to read a book, they should be allowed to read the book they chose for themselves, no matter how small and easy or how big and hard that book may be. If a teacher tells a student “You can’t read that because...” there is a good chance that child may never pick up a book ever again. I do not want to see any child lose their desire to read because someone told them they couldn’t. They should be encouraged to pick books on their own. They should be encouraged to read the type of books they are comfortable with.

This brings me to my beliefs about students and a teacher’s role in their lives.

I believe that each child is a unique and special individual and that every child has great potential. I believe that life is what you make of it, but that not every one understands they have the option to create their own path in life, and many do not know how to find the path they want to go on, and thus they need guidance. Students do not need to be told what to do, they need to be shown what they can do.

I view the ideal learning environment as a place which is warm, welcoming, inviting, and safe; a place where children can relax and be free of the stresses from the world outside of the classroom. I believe that children have a deep need to feel safe and secure if they are to grow and mature emotionally, socially, spiritually, intellectually, and physically into happy, healthy, well adjusted adults, and that in the world today they often do not have a place which provides these feelings for them. They hear rumors of wars and talk of terrorists. They see news reports of violence and riots, shootings and bombs. They feel lost and small,  confused and terrified. The world is a big scary place and school should not be part of those fears. Schools should be a place were the children feel they are safe and protected, a place where they know there are adults who will look out for them. They need adults they can look up to, adults they know are there for them, adults they can feel it is safe to go to. Teachers are there for more than just teaching. Teachers must provide emotional support for the students as well.  I believe that the classroom should be a place where children feel they are safe and secure, happy and needed, valued and important. A place where they can feel their opinion matters, where they are not afraid to ask questions and share ideas. It is my desire to provide a classroom where students feel safe and welcomed and to be a teacher students can talk to.

I believe that education does not exist exclusively within the classroom. I believe that we begin learning from the moment we are born, and that every day we are learning new things whether we know it or not. I believe this fact effects how a teacher should do their job, because education does not begin and end in the classroom. It is not a teacher’s job to just give information to students, but rather to teach a student how to seek out that information on their own. I view the teacher as being the crutch on which a student leans upon, until they are able to walk on their own and become a self motivated learner.

I believe that reading is fun and so is writing, but more than being fun, reading is the vital building block upon which everything else in life must stand. If an adult can not read and write, they will fall behind in social circles and in the workforce, and the better their reading and writing skills, the better social life and careers they will have. With better reading skills, come better opportunities both in higher education and in advancing their future careers. This is why I feel it is so important to get students wanting to read and reading in their own free time. Readers become leaders because they know more and have a better advantage with which to get ahead in life.

I believe that everyone can enjoy literature and that any one who dislikes literatur, simply has not found the right niche for them. Let’s face it, not every one loves Treasure Island, Jane Eyre is not right for every reader, and Shakespeare can be just plain hard to read. Just because it’s a great classic loved by many, doesn’t make it loved by all. I believe it is my job as a literature teacher to help students find the niche in literature which is right for them, so they too can discover books which they truly and passionately love to read. Not every book is right for every student, and therefor I also believe in tailoring my curricula to meet the interests of the individual students.

I view the literature course schedule as broken down into genre topics, a different one each month. For example, September is “Banned Book Month”, October is “Gothic Literature Month”, November is “National Novel Writing Month”, January is “Science Fiction and Fantasy Month”, and April is “Script Writing Month”. Taking these national events into account, September would be spent reading banned books such as Huckleberry Finn, Harry Potter, The Wizard of Oz, Lord of the Flies, 1984, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Scarlet Letter, or other famous banned books, along with looking at why these books were banned, and discussing freedom of the press and the implications books have on society. October would be spent reading Edgar Allen Poe, H.G.Well, Jules Verne, Jacob and Whilhem Grimm, Emily and Charlotte Bronte, Brahms Stocker, Gaston Lurox, Robert Browning, Mary Shelly, Robert Louis Stevenson, H.P. Lovecraft, and other masters of Gothic Literature. November would not only look at how a novel is written, but be spent in using the world’s largest writing competition, NaNoWriMo and their online Young Writer’s Program (designed specifically for English teachers to use in the classroom) to help students actually write and publish a short novella in 30 days of less. For a child nothing feels greater or provides a bigger boost in self esteem than holding a copy of their very own published book in their hands. December would involve a study of Charles Dicken’s play, A Christmas Carol, and a field trip to see the play live at the Maine State Theater. And so on and so forth, each month being a unit study of a different topic in literature, with the classes different from year to year depending on the individual interests of the students.

It is my hope that by the end of the school year, each student will have found a niche in literature which they love, have developed a habit of free reading for the fun of it, have written and published a short novella, have written a short one act 10 minute play, have learned to look at the world around them through the eyes of a creative and intellectually deep thinking critic, and have developed the desire to be a self motivated life long learner, as well as to have developed a greater appreciation for fine arts in general and world literature in particular, and a solid grasp on English grammar and composition.And that is my basis for my philosophy of education.







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