I could guess what they’d be like. Bright, talkative, full of ideas. Behind the appearance of confidence, they’d be nervous and maybe unsure of themselves. As for me, I had my own nerves as I always do before the first day.
Thursday, opening scene from The Cowboys |
We’d look at the first scenes, and then rewatch them a couple times, stopping to peel away the layers of myth and history and what seems to lie in between. I have DVDs, my laptop, and the video projection system in the classroom.
I wore my Levi’s, a Lucky western shirt, a very old pair of Tony Lamas, and a straw cowboy hat. The hat was mostly for the shade. We’re having the usual August heat wave in LA.
I was given an initial roster of seven students. I was told there might be more. Fourteen showed up. About half guys and girls. I always ask students where they’re from on the first day. These kids were from all over – North Carolina, Chicago, Providence, Houston, Austin, various places in California. One was from Germany. Two were brothers. “We’re triplets,” they told me, their third brother at another school.
The video system worked beautifully, and I was able to get the room dark enough. There was a handout with a bunch of questions as a fallback in case discussion was slow. I never had to consult it.
Today, Open Range |
They observed how there’s a melancholy tone in the opening scenes of The Cowboys and commented on the vast, flat, empty landscape behind Wayne as he talks to the hands who are leaving him for the gold fields. They saw in this the theme of the isolated individual who has to make it on his own. One student characterized this as “American” in a way I’m not used to hearing my students use that word.
Not to mention their unexpected connections. One student recognized Slim Pickens in the film but didn’t know his name. “He’s the guy who rides the bomb in Dr. Strangelove,” he said. So here is an 18-year-old familiar with a film from 1964. These days, you never can predict what students will know. Here they all are:
As usual, 90 minutes flew by, and when it was done, I felt like we’d covered maybe 10% of the material.
And so passed day one. Back in the saddle.
Picture credits:
1) John Wayne, videodetective.com
2) Open Range, hollywoodjesus.com
Coming up: Bertrand Sinclair's 1926 novel Wild West
Picture credits:
1) John Wayne, videodetective.com
2) Open Range, hollywoodjesus.com
Coming up: Bertrand Sinclair's 1926 novel Wild West
Sounds like fun. They sure didn't do stuff like that when I was in college.
ReplyDeleteHey - I want to audit this class next time!
ReplyDeleteI think I could do a few classes, just for fun!
ReplyDeleteI'm with the others, I would enjoy attending the class.
ReplyDeletewhat a fun college class!
ReplyDeleteSo weird to me to see all "white" kids in a class photo. I haven't had a white kid in any of my classes for close to ten years. Xavier is largely African American, with a pretty big hispanic and Asian population.
ReplyDeleteThanks everybody for your comments. I wish I'd been able to take classes like this, too. As for the color of the students, Charles, what you see in the pic has to do with the subject matter - westerns. My writing classes are more reflective of the ethnic mix in socal - typically, there's no majority of any ethnicity.
ReplyDeleteI would love to take this course. Now a class at my university would have a huge Arabic, African-American and Asian component.
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