My Love Affair with Harry Potter

  My oldest son was in fourth grade when I first became aware of Harry Potter. His grandmother gave him a copy of Goblet of Fire for his birthday. It was 2000 and I was amazed that his class was reading such a large book together. My interest was piqued when I poked around in a few bookstores and saw that Harry Potter was popular in young adult fiction, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. I had five young children and didn’t have time for reading except when I locked myself in the bathroom. 

  My fourth grader decided to dress up as Harry Potter for Halloween that year. Since Hogwarts cloaks weren’t as available in stores as they are now – and we didn’t have much money – we improvised a costume with a black graduation robe with a hand-drawn paper Gryffindor crest pinned on the chest, and we drew glasses and a scar on him with eyeliner. He looked legit.

  When Sorcerer’s Stone hit theaters in 2001, my husband took my sons to see it. It again flew under my radar. We rented the first movie when it came out on DVD and went to see Chamber of Secrets in 2002 as a family. I went back to see Chamber of Secrets again by myself during the day when the kids were in school and preschool. I realized then I needed to read the books on my own. I also started reading the series aloud to my kids. You don’t realize how long the books are are until you start losing your voice about 25 pages into a single chapter.

  Being an author myself, I was a bit disappointed in the first book. I could tell JK Rowling was new to writing. She had a great idea and was creating an interesting world, but some of the scenes seemed not well thought out. (Example: Harry overhears Snape and Quirrell’s argument by following them into the dark forest on his broomstick – no invisibility cloak. It would have been impossible for him to get close enough to hear them without being seen.) It didn’t surprise me that many publishers turned her down (I’m sure they’re kicking themselves now) on Sorcerer’s Stone. The movie presented the plot more logically, in comparison. (Harry is under the cloak when he eavesdrops on Snape and Quirrell.) Book two was better and by book three, I was hooked.

  When Order of the Phoenix was published in 2003, I dragged my older sons to the midnight release party. We didn’t dress up, but I seriously considered it. I sat up and read Order of the Phoenix that same night, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was one of those people who waited with bated breath for each book to be released.

  I liked the movies well enough (I went to see them more than once in the theater) but I loved the books. I read and re-read them when I probably should have been doing other things, like making dinner.

  I knew I was besotted with Harry when I started writing fan fiction. I created an American school of magic (long before Rowling wrote the screenplay to Fantastic Beasts) and new characters who used the same spells I knew so well from the books. I never published any of it, but it was fun to write. It rekindled my love of writing, which I’d put on hold while I had babies in diapers and toddlers determined to destroy the house.

  I couldn’t help but admire JK Rowling’s tenacity in her quest to publish and her endless imagination. I like fantasy but science fiction has always been my favorite genre. Naturally, any author would love to be as popular as Rowling, but to create a cultural icon on several continents is definitely a rare feat. With her work as my inspiration, I got serious about my own writing. Whenever my ideas run dry, I pull out the books and read them again, back-to-back. Last summer I read the set in three weeks. My family didn’t get many home-cooked dinners during that time. Or clean laundry. Nada.

  Over the years, I have come to know Harry Potter intimately. In 2010 when Deathly Hallows Part 1 came out in theaters, my husband was able to get two tickets to an IMAX pre-screening. I took my oldest daughter to see it. Before the movie, they held a trivia contest with various T-shirts and knick-knacks as prizes. The grand prize was a complete set of the books. My hand was the only one in the air when they read the final question: What was Snape’s mother’s claim to fame when she was at Hogwarts? I shouted out that she was captain of the Gobstone’s team. I knew the answers to the other trivia questions but waited to answer the last one to get the grand prize. My daughter was embarrassed by how excited I was to win the books. Yes, I’m a total Harry Potter nerd. I own a wand and lots of Ravenclaw apparel – the house I belong to – and I have a Pottermore account.

  The books have also helped me connect with my youngest daughter, who has learning disabilities. She has no reading comprehension. I had the idea to read the Harry Potter series to her. Since she had seen the movies, I thought she might be able to envision what’s happening as we read the books. It took us three years to get through them. Many details not in the movies were hard for her to envision, but her eyes would light up whenever I read a scene that she remembered. We would often pull out a DVD and watch the scene again to jog her memory. She now owns a wand and a Gryffindor T-shirt, but she doesn’t go crazy for Harry like I do.

  In 2017, my husband had a work conference in Orlando, Florida. Although Orlando is home to a huge number of theme parks, including Disney, I wanted to go with him for one reason: the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. We went and I had the time of my life. My husband’s never read the books and hasn’t seen the movies past Chamber of Secrets (he didn’t like Dobby) so I had to explain many details to him, but that didn’t diminish my thrill at being in the park. Yes, we paid $7 for a butter beer, but it was worth it. It was a wonderful experience and I highly recommend it to anyone who loves Harry Potter. Even waiting in lines for the rides is entertaining as you get to experience Hogwarts castle and Gringotts.  

  My five oldest children are grown now and roll their eyes whenever I mention Harry Potter or suggest we watch one of the movies. They know I’m hopelessly in love with a cast of fictional characters and the fictional world they live in. The universe JK Rowling created inspires me to be more creative in my own work, and for that I will be forever grateful to her. 

The Downside of Technology in Schools: A Substitute Teacher’s Perspective

I’ve been a substitute high school teacher for all of two weeks, but I’ve been able to sub in five different schools during this time. Subs don’t do much, I’ll admit, so while I babysit students as they’re working on whatever the regular teacher left for them to do, I’ve observed some common problems centered around technology. 

Two of the schools I sub in provides each student with a laptop. Yes, they can do their classwork online, but in City High School (names have been changed to protect my job), the teacher has no control over what the students are doing on their laptops during class. I roamed the rooms, observing plenty of kids on YouTube and Facebook, their assignments forgotten. In contrast, the Charter High School provides the teachers with a nice app on their desk top computers which shows what site is up each student’s laptop. It was easy to redirect the ones who weren’t on task. Far from providing its students with the latest technology, I believe City High School has opened a Pandora’s Box, foisting more distractions on an already distracted student body.

Let’s talk about cell phones. Every student has one. Even very young kids in elementary school have cell phones. If they’re allowed to have them out, the students are completely distracted the entire class. Teachers ask them to put their phones away, but it rarely happens because the phone is far more interesting than whatever is being taught. If I were a full-time teacher, I’d put a shoe caddy by the door and have the students place their phones in assigned pockets at the beginning of class. If they got bored, say after taking a test and waiting for the rest of the class to finish, I’d require them to bring a book. Yes, books! I rarely saw a student pull out a paperback to read when they were finished with classwork. I usually sub in English -- you know, literature? -- yet no more than two students in any class pulled out a book instead of their phone.

My own children thought I was mean when I said they couldn’t have a cell phone until they could pay for the monthly plan themselves. Poor things didn’t have phones until they were old enough to have jobs. Consequently, I have adult children who’ve figured out that their cells are tools, not entertainment. They use them sparingly, as needed, and two of my sons don’t see the need to have a cell phone at all. Not to say that I’m an exemplary parent on this issue because my sons spend way too much time on video games -- but at least this is something they can only do at home, not in a classroom.

Young people who are in college now are the first generation to be ‘plugged in.’ Their lives are centered around their devices. Is this access to all the information the world has to offer via Google a good thing? I would say no, and this is my opinion: Having a device in hand every waking moment of the day has given us a generation unable to think for themselves. On the news we are seeing college students protest capitalism as they take selfies with their iPhones, yet they fail to see the irony. They believe whatever they read on social media because they have no ability to apply logic, believing that emotion trumps reason when it comes to the law and social policy, unable to envision the disastrous consequences of governing by emotion. And it’s not just that they are unable to apply logic, they are unable to focus because they’re accustomed to being entertained. They are unable to converse at the dinner table because the text messages, Instagram posts, and Facebook comments are far more interesting than their family members. I’m seeing this in the high schools I sub in. The ‘plugged in’ generation is so distracted that they aren’t learning much in the classroom.  

On a different but related note, I have to throw in a thought about technology and my job as a substitute. The school system I work for employs its substitute teachers through a hiring agency. After a long application process and training, I gave them a list of the schools I preferred and the hiring service had me buy an app for my SmartPhone to accept positions as they became available. Within a week of missing alerts on this app, it became clear to me why the hiring agency had such a high turnover rate for subs: frustration. The subs must compete for positions like Uber drivers. I could only secure a position if the phone was in my hand, open to the app, at the right moment. If it took me more than three seconds to press ‘accept’ (no time to even read what subject I’d be teaching), someone else had the job. My husband put the app on his iPhone so we could improve my odds of securing regular work. What makes the agency’s job easier makes it frustrating for substitute teachers. I just wanted to share this tidbit because it shows how some technology can work against its own self-interest.

I’m not anti-technology (hey, I write science fiction) but I’m beginning to realize that more access to technology isn’t necessarily a good thing. Technology is a distraction in schools, and I believe teachers and parents need to monitor how much screen time students have. I don’t think a third-grader needs a cell phone, not even to call mommy in case of an emergency. No third-grader is going to be walking home alone in in the dark, necessitating the use of a cell for an emergency call. Nope, that third grader is going to use the iPhone you gave him or her to play games and access who-knows-what on the internet when he or she should be paying attention in class. Some schools even have a ‘bring your own device’ day -- what a terrible idea. How about ‘bring a book day’ instead? I recommend no cell phones during class, no phones at the dinner table, no phones while driving, no phones after bedtime -- plug them in to recharge elsewhere in the house -- limit computer and video game time to less than an hour a day or never on weekdays. Let’s close Pandora’s Box and raise children who like to read and use technology as a tool when it’s needed, not as the sole focus of their lives.

Kids need books, not gadgets. A child who reads will grow up to be a child who thinks for himself. It’s frightening to see how little the ‘plugged in’ generation thinks logically, particularly how little they know about history. “Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.” ~Edmund Burke. This is especially troubling when you hear college students extolling the virtues of socialism, but that’s another blog post for another day. 

 

 

September Goodbyes

  Mention 9/11 to anyone and you’ll get a predictable negative reaction. Even after sixteen years, people still remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news of the first airplane crashing into the World Trade Center. It’s a shocking day that will live forever in American history. Although I lived just a few miles from the Pentagon on that fateful day, each September brings different memories to my mind.

  When I think of September 11th, I think of the same day ten years ago when my father-in-law passed away. Rich Walker was a wonderful man. Kind, funny, hard-working, devoted to his wife of fifty years, his four sons, and their families. His second son, Dana, was born on September 10^th. Although he was in a coma at home with Hospice after a failed heart valve replacement surgery and years of struggling with Parkinson disease, we think Dad waited until September 11^th to take his last breath so he wouldn’t leave a somber reminder every year on Dana’s birthday. He was just that kind of a man, so thoughtful. I can’t believe he’s been gone ten years.

  Eleven years ago on September 25^th, my own father left mortality. Richard Meldrom had been bedridden for a few years with a form of dementia called Binswanger’s disease. He had numerous strokes that eroded his ability to do even the basics for himself. When he had another stroke in early September, 2006, which left him unable to swallow, we knew his time was short. My two brothers and I traveled to see him. Miraculously this took place when my brother Ethan was home for a few weeks from his year-long Air Force deployment in South Korea. When I arrived at Dad’s bedside, my mom told me Dad was unresponsive, but as I leaned down to kiss his sunken cheek as he lay curled in a fetal position, I took his hand in mine and felt a tiny squeeze in response, even though he couldn’t speak. It was if he had been waiting to see each of his children one last time. He died the next day.

  And this September marks one more goodbye. Not one of death, but one that leaves an ache in my heart nonetheless. My daughter Meilin turns eighteen today. The daughter I longed for and went all the way to China to adopt. The precocious, beautiful, brilliant child who filled a special place in my heart, even after God blessed me with four wonderful sons. I needed that rosy-cheeked orphan as much as she needed me.

  But now Meilin doesn’t need me anymore because she’s a college student at NC State University, my alma mater. It was so hard to leave her at her residence hall last month and then get in a moving van and drive across the country to our new home in Utah. Just like that, my baby girl is grown up, but she’s not just a short drive down the road from our former home in Holly Springs, NC. Now I can only see her at Christmas break and maybe next summer unless she decides to study abroad. This goodbye probably hurts most of all. Yes, they grow up, but do they have to do it so quickly?

  Happy birthday, Meilin.