Archive for January, 2010

Score One for Efficiency

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Picture the middle of the day at a typical elementary school: you get an hour to eat lunch and play.  What do you think kids are going to do?

Eat lunch in five minutes and dash outside?  Check.

Skip lunch altogether and feel sick later?  Check.

Run around on a full stomach and get sick immediately?  Check.

Throw away some or all of the food their parents bought and packed for them?  Check.

Come back to class after recess full of wiggles and energy, and needing a drink of water?  CHECK.

How could this situation possibly be remedied? Well, duh.  As the saying goes, “Life is uncertain; give recess first!”

In the test schools that adopted this practice, kids were overjoyed to be able to burn off their energy straight from class, then “cool down” over a lunch that was more leisurely without the dangling carrots of kickball and the monkey bars.  They paid better attention in class afterward, with fuller bellies and calmer nerves.  Afternoon nurse visits decreased by 40%.

Logic.  Works every time!

Kids Can Be So Cruel

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

(We can?  Thanks, Mom!)

We had dinner a few nights ago with some dear friends, and somehow or other we started talking about high school experiences.  Of the four of us, two had gone to tiny Christan schools and two to large public schools.  Among other differences (Prom vs. Banquet Without Dancing) we discovered that the two of us who had been in a Christian school saw very little evidence of bullying.  The two from public schools saw a lot.  One, my husband, described his journey through high school as largely uneventful, due to his ability to stay under the radar — he was neither popular enough to attract attention, nor unpopular enough to be picked on.   The other, who has always been both well-read and shy, happened to use a slightly unusual word in a conversation with her next-door neighbor; the other girl thought it was the funniest thing in the world and trained her group of cronies to hiss the word at my friend every time she walked by.  Years later, her tormentor invited her to a reunion event, probably having forgotten completely about how much misery she had caused.

If you don’t watch the Mentalist [you're missing out!] this recent episode has a very similar situation: a group of jock-ish guys continue their teasing of a smaller classmate twenty years after graduation. Clearly, they see nothing wrong with what they’re doing until the victim lashes out in anger.  Likewise, maybe in this girl’s mind she was “just kidding around.”  But oh, what a horrible thing to have to endure.  I can only thank God I have never been harassed like that, and I hope I’ve never done anything similar to a classmate.  I certainly don’t think I did; I was blessed with plenty of self-confidence and few, if any, enemies.  It’s probably more likely that I watched others do it, giving assent by inaction — making me just as culpable, and maybe even more dangerous.  Oh, the horrors of adolescence.  Where do we learn to treat other human beings this way?!

The good news, I suppose, is that there’s always the opportunity for healing. Rod Dreher wrote about it last Lent, from the perspective of someone who’d done a wrong, wanted to apologize, and did so through Facebook (okay, I guess the brainsucking vortex has a few merits.)  And judging from this classic clip, it’s never too late to put a wrong right:

(Apologies for the dork who thought he could outdo Steve Buscemi’s original role.)

Dislike

Friday, January 29th, 2010

One of the saddest things about the Internet is the fact that it’s fostered an age of instantaneous opinions.  Remember Am I Hot Or Not (which is now a dating / social networking site)?  My friends and I spent hours there, laughing our heads off; it’s ingeniously set up so that you can’t see more funny photos without making a judgment about the one in front of you.  Facebook’s “like” feature is similarly shallow, but requires even less effort; there’s only “Like” (no “Dislike” except in the passive sense, constituted by a lack of reponse.)

What does this do to people, over time?  We’ll probably never know, of course; our lives are sufficiently complex that it’s impossible to isolate one specific feature.  But yesterday, I started thinking about it when I got into a disagreement with a student about the article she wants to write for the school paper.  She had the brilliant idea of a food issue, in which all the writers would share recipes and review restaurants and food-themed movies and TV shows.  Everyone was on board, chattering excitedly and throwing around ideas.  For her article, she asked to review nice restaurants in the area, possible candidates for pre-Prom dinners and fancy dates.  I told her, great; make up a list.

She returned her list to me the next day: it consisted of five or six steakhouses in Baltimore.  Hmm.  I gently suggested she branch out a little: what about seafood, for which Baltimore is renowned?  No, she’d only been to one seafood restaurant and hadn’t liked it.  What about a Brazilian churrasceria or one of the venerable pasta houses in Little Italy?  She hadn’t been there either.  What about people who don’t eat meat?  “Well, there’s other things on the menu.”  I suggested she talk to some other people about good restaurants, but she didn’t want to do that in case they might be wrong.  Bottom line: she wanted to write an article consisting solely of restaurants she had been to and liked a lot.

I made an appointment with the guidance counselor to talk this through, since I felt a lot of hostility toward the mere suggestions I’d dared to make.  But after that, I started thinking about how all this “Like”ing might have affected her ability to see the bigger picture and consider, if not respect, the opinions of others.  My students aren’t even offended when I say, “Who cares what you think?”  They simply dismiss the thought.  Of course people care.  It’s their opinion, and opinions are interesting, especially their own.

Help Me Help You

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

A few years ago, my mom was cleaning out old file folders and found something she wrote for me when I was young.  I was having difficulty with piano, probably saying I wanted to quit (I made a lot of noise about this for a lot of years, and it’s to my parents’ credit that they ignored me.)

It was a questionnaire, something designed to allow me to share my feelings about playing the piano.  Five questions: what I thought of my teacher, practicing and performing, and my likes and dislikes about learning to play.  Each had a handful of possible answers and an opportunity to fill in my own.  Judging by my penmanship, the 7-digit phone number scrawled on the back and the fact that she wrote it out by hand, I’d put it at about 1988.  I was eight years old, playing Bach minuets but struggling to learn to sightread the most basic melodies.  It was a difficult time, perhaps the only difficult time in my musical career, and without her brilliant pedagogical logic I might not have made it through.  I don’t remember the experience at all, but that’s probably a testament to the resolution we reached.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess.  Last week I did a very similar exercise with my Journalism students, who were in a pretty bad place after last semester.  They claimed they were furious at the administration for killing some of their pieces; I arranged a meeting so they could communicate, at which point they told the administration they were furious at me for assigning too much homework.  Clearly, we had misunderstood each other.

So, last week, we started over.  I asked them what they liked and disliked about the class, what they would change about it if they could, and what they wanted to do for the rest of the year.  It was not nearly as well-thought-out as my mom’s questionnaire; I just asked a question, gave them five minutes to brainstorm, and then asked for volunteers to start the discussion.  I tried to be fair and unbiased (although when one girl protested that we should do more sports articles, because “everyone loves to read about sports,” I had to take a couple of deep breaths.)

The result: a lot of great ideas.  One suggested a food issue where we review local restaurants, share recipes and interview nutritionists.  One wants to write only about sports, but another only about international news.  One was adamant about including games, like Sudoku and word searches.  All liked the format of the paper and at least some of the articles they’d written thus far.  After some profitable discussion about interviews, I increased their deadline from five days to seven, which made all the difference in the world; they agreed it was fair and even seemed excited about starting their new assignment.

It seemed almost too easy to heal the hurts of a semester in a day, but by actively seeking and relying on their opinions, maybe I reassuried them that they count, that I valued them fellow human beings.  The surprising thing is that when you ask for input and are serious about accepting it, you will find that students’ standards aren’t much lower than yours.  Sometimes they’re even higher (many students had specific suggestions about grading, implying they wanted their classmates to share their ideas about proper quality.)  In short, after a bad start to the week, things are looking up.

Just for fun, below is the whole piano questionnaire, with my answers in bold.  I made a few changes to the original and I think I may send it out to my piano parents — it could be one of them is dealing with a child every bit as headstrong and difficult as me!

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How to Know When Something is No Longer Cool

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

This was the title of an e-mail from my mom to me that included this clip.

My response: “OMG.  Just, OMG.”

One of the great things about teaching high schoolers is that you never have any pretensions about being cool.  Being a TV personality, unfortunately, doesn’t come with that particular perk.