D.C. Field Trip: My Grumpy Saga

Quick Overview:

  • Yesterday I left my house at 10am and did not return until 9:30pm.
  • Rain.
  • Wind.
  • Lots of walking.
  • Exhaustion.
  • Grumpiness.
  • Nap in Ford’s Theater.
  • Library of Congress was awesome.

At 11am we began our walking tour that took us around to the places that Walt Whitman worked at and wrote about, i.e. The U.S. Treasury Building (formerly the Attorney General’s Office where Walt Worked), The Willard Hotel (where Walt occasionally visited and now there hangs a sketch of him in the bar), and The White House and Ford’s Theater (feeding into Walt’s super-man-crush on Lincoln). The highlight of the walking tour, at least for me, was Walt Whitman Way, which is between 7th and 8th streets on F. This is where Walt worked at the Patent Office (now the Smithsonian Portrait Gallery) and had previously tended to soldiers in this same building, and also lived in various boarding houses around the same area.

This image is from flickr, and most certainly not taken the day we were there– note the blue sky.

After a lunch break, we all went to Ford’s Theater. At this time I was at the precipice of grumpiness and tiredness. Here’s a brief overview of what interested me:

  • John Wilkes Booth’s actual gun used to assassinate Lincoln.
  • The Ranger who spoke to us looked like Drew Carey.
  • The inside of my eyelids.

And that’s all I got.

Then, lots more walking in the rain. A quick trip into the Starbucks that used to be Alexander Gardner’s daguerreotype studio (shout out to Matthew Brady!) and then on to The Library of Congress. Here’s where I, and it seemed like everyone else, came alive.


To see the actual sheets of paper with Walt’s handwriting scrawled on it, his little edits in the margins, to see his letters the same way his recipients saw them– amazing! Of course, the piece de resistance was Whitman’s leather messenger bag, now falling apart and preserved in a special box, revealed to a crowd of gaping mouths, sounds of shock, and a couple sets of teary eyes. Plenty of pictures to come of this bag, we were like the paparazzi catching sight of Paris Hilton with that thing. It was truly incredible to see what the Library of Congress has preserved: locks of both Peter Doyle’s and Whitman’s hair, George Whitman’s small diary, Whitman’s journals from the hospitals, Whitman’s eye glasses, his cane, his pen, a cast of his hand, and lots more. It was overwhelming. Sam Protich, at some point, said excitedly, “this is awesome! Who gets to study like this?!” And of all the many intelligent, insightful, some times long winded, comments I have heard Sam make, this one is the most profound to me.

I’ll admit that I complain about my “Walt Whitman Class” all the time, to the extent that my friends call him my “Needy Boyfriend” because I spend so much time “doing” him, but I’m going to keep it real for a second: I love this class. Yes, it’s a lot of work. Yes, I was extremely tried, cold, hungry, and grumpy during our field trip. However, walking away from the Library of Congress, I felt good. I felt enriched. This class is not only worth my tuition money, but worth my time and mental vigor. I am actually learning. And I like it.

Reflecting on this feeling of “good” and enrichment, my mind was drawn to Paulo Freire’s essay “The Banking Concept of Education” (shout out to Jim Groom). Freire’s essay describes how limiting education can be, how the teacher/professor can fall into a pattern of narration, while the students become “containers” that mechanically memorize facts and promptly forget them after spewing them out on a test: “Education thus becomes an act of depositing, in which the students are the depositories and the teacher is the depositor.” This, sadly, is the mode of education that is most familiar to us. However, this course breaks that mold, nay it shatters it! What we have developed in this class is what Freire calls “authentic thinking,” which, “does not take place in ivory tower isolation, but only in communication.” Communication is our middle name; in class, students are speaking 80%-90% of the time. We are physically connecting to what we’re learning about. Instead of mindlessly “consuming” Whitman’s letters, we went out and saw them, were inches away from them. The reason we all feel personally connected to Walt Whitman is because he has become more than information and we have become more than “containers.” This is what it feels like to be a student.

Along with their comments about Whitman being my boyfriend, my friends will joke, “wow, you’re going to be, like, an expert on Whitman by the end of this semester.” To which I respond (not-jokingly), “yeah. I f–in’ will.”

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    #1 by missvirginia on October 25, 2009 - 8:22 pm

    I loved your candor in this blog. And this quote, “the reason we all feel personally connected to Walt Whitman is because he has become more than information and we have become more than “containers.” This is what it feels like to be a student,” I adored. In a lot of my other classes, despite the teacher attempting and for the most part achieving to make the class interesting, I do feel like another bin. At the end of the semester, he or she will slap the top on me and slide me under the bed, into the attic, or that closet under the stairs. Whitman has managed to pull us out, 150 years later, and create bonds with him, our teachers, and most importantly ourselves.

    Kudos on this post…I can’t believe this is my last fall semester as an undergrad and I am so lucky to have Whitman, and thus everyone in the class!

    Not to mention, the field trip pretty much kicked ass in every conceivable way. EVERY WAY.

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    #2 by admin on October 26, 2009 - 1:12 pm


    Yes, yes, yes, like I knew you would you nailed it, this is a different model and you all have made it happen. The sheer excitement and openness to such an intense amount of work is not only uncommon, but radical! The last part of this post warms my post, and well beyond my ego-seeking shout-out, but also because you are right, what everyone is doing here is different, and you are dating Whitman in some real way, and that is why your needy boyfriend metaphor works so beautifully.

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    #3 by Mara Scanlon on October 27, 2009 - 11:52 am

    Allison (and Virginia),
    You made me cry harder than the haversack.

    (Reverend, “warms my post”??! wth?)

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    #4 by admin on October 27, 2009 - 11:55 am


    Are you correcting me on Allison’s blog? Huh? Is that what you’re doing? Well, for that I am not coming to class tonight until 7:30 tonight, so nanny nanny pooh pooh.

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