Kendall McClellan’s Lesson Plan: A Pandemic Miracle

CSUCI Spring 2020

Kendall McClellan’s Lesson Plan: A Pandemic Miracle  

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

We’d emerged from Baldwin and Hughes to “Let America

Be America Again” she took a brave stance behind the 

lectern and said “when I made this lesson plan back in

Christmas break, I never would’ve guessed that the day

I planned to talk about the stock market crash of 1929, 

the market would fall by a percentage that exceeds the 

record set the week that began the Great Depression.” 

The students just shift in their seats already convinced

their future is moot. This is what an education buys, 

informing you of the irony over head like a bucket of

icy water ready to drench, who’s recording?

The Diamond Princess hung on the horizon as an 

appetizer for things to come, while most were 

fenced on how Buttigeig gave suspicion that if you 

peaked inside his suit there would be dozens of 

mice pulling levers. Then it happened, the world

held it’s breath, some became deciders of 

essentiality while others never picked up their 

heads from the task at hand. 

Never more definitive uncertainty in the air 

her head recoils as if hit with a whiff of awful,

dispelling a reality she’d rather not accept. 

And then class went on, because that’s what 

we did back then. If I’d known it’d be my last 

day with her I might’ve made more of a goodbye. 

Roommates Spring 2014

Christening events of Hale Alahonua

Roommates Spring 2014

By Tyler Mobley

Out of a driftless area the 

lanky midwester calls Dubuque home  

what is he doing here?

Standing in the sun for no particular reason 

just distance breathing on our skin

tropical warmth, a religious experience 

dilated to euphoria. 

High noon grazes over lawn, 

we watch the grass grow greener.

Watch ants march

disappear then reappear 

in our beds. 

Billiards chalk lines 

our entrance

a scent defense   

against a million leg march. 

Days rot bye talking toils

life’s manic moments

calling to Shiva, hold up these caving walls   

we help each other along. 

The World knows Crimea, 

we’ll all cry me a 

story for 

tomorrow. 

Unbecoming Student

The human experience, I’m a college student living in the craziest time in recorded history.  Input from every direction possible, my day consist of lectures, note taking, socializing, studying, and eating meals in the dinning hall.  Probably for most this will sound familiar to you.  Depending own your own opinion you may look back and think, “Those were the best times of my life.”  To be honest it has been for me too, the only problem is I’m not sure where it is taking me, I’m sure young adults around the world feel the same way.  College life is an experience we all buy into, late nights, parties, papers. Does this prepare people for the real world?  Stress I’m buried under stress of school work, everything thing I do or trip I take I know there is school work I could be doing, it is a constant uphill battle.  Even by writing this right now, I should be reading for political theory class tomorrow.  I don’t let stress kill me, because my approach to school is my own.  I’m going to go to class, take notes but in the end I’m going to get out of it what I want.  Grades are irrelevant, the meaningless facts that are on the test that ultimately make up your grade will most likely be of no help to you once that grade is given.  What I take out of the class is what interest me, what sparks my curiosity, I love being exposed to new ideas, but forcing me to be judged on whether or not I choose to retain the information, it is not entirely wrong but could be approached in a different way.  Grades should not be the be all and end all of school.  You should be given a grade on if you had a good time and do you think you grew as a person.  I’m at college to have the time of my life, to learn, to meet knew people and learn about their lives, this is what college is for me.  Don’t get me wrong I have learned quite a lot in almost 3 months, but what I’ve learned about myself has been even greater, and for those people that don’t lift their heads out of their books every once in awhile, well I hope it works out for you.  I’m going to put in the amount of effort I feel comfortable with, but most of all I’m going to have a good time with my friends.  

Where will this get me, I don’t know….in debt yes, a job, maybe, a job I like, optimistic I will stay.  

I write from my dorm room in the paradise of University of Hawaii at Hilo where it rains everyday.  I know I am not alone, every person has doubts concerning the best use of there time. There may be other things I wish I could be doing, but I’m lucky to be here, we all are lucky to be part of the human experience. Image