Whitaker's Wisdom: Why Great?

After my offhand reference to Todd Whitaker in last week’s entry, I realized I probably had some explaining to do:

Whitaker wrote a book called “What Great Teachers Do Differently,” which I read in my very first grad school course.  It was a methods course, and the teacher (still my favorite) had us read all kinds of perspectives in order to determine our own.

The book is divided into fourteen principles that Whitaker believes separate okay teachers from brilliant ones. They’re all pretty common-sense ideas, but the way in which he discusses them is at once humbling and inspiring.  He reminds us of our many flaws while encouraging us to get rid of them and move on to become better teachers and humans.

His work is on my mind currently because I heard him speak at a teachers’ convention a few weeks ago: it was the first school-related event of the year, so I think I was paying better attention than I generally do at required meetings.  The presentation he gave there included many of the same principles in his book: basic ideas, but presented in a snappy and engaging manner.

I have a bad track record of starting weekly features (to be exact, it’s 0%) but I’d like to make a more short-term committment to discussing these principles in an effort to put them into practice.  So, here is the first.

Whitaker begins the book with the seemingly-obvious principle that observing great teachers is more useful than observing okay or bad teachers.  Although we often hear that we can learn what not to do from a poor teacher, we can learn a lot more from a good one, and more still from an excellent one.

How can we identify an excellent teacher? Whitaker observes wryly that while all teachers think they are great teachers, most of them are wrong.  The key litmus test is that truly great educators are able to accurately self-reflect; they know when they’ve taught a wonderful lesson and when they’ve taught a mediocre one.  Poor teachers always think they’ve done a great job, and when things aren’t going well, they’re quick to blame others or circumstances.

Whitaker also stresses the importance of identifying the variables in a great teacher’s repertoire.  In other words, what is s/he doing that other teachers are not?  For instance, all teachers take attendance — great and terrible ones.  Many teachers decorate their classrooms, including poor ones.  But a great teacher will never, for instance, argue with a student.  (Or use sarcasm, says Whitaker, though I respectfully disagree.)  Identifying these differences will help us to improve our craft through better interactions with students.

Saturday Teacher Feature: John

Today we'll hear from John, a friend from church who sings and serves there in addition to raising money for a local food pantry and leading a Boy Scout troop.  He works full-time for the government.  Oh, and he's also a teacher . . .

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

I've been teaching graduate-level engineering courses since 1998.  This year I'm teaching two new courses: one is a high school tutorial in geometry, and another is an undergraduate engineering course.

Who or what inspired you to teach?

After I got my seecond Master's degree, the faculty at my university just kind of looked and me and said, "Do you want to teach?"  My wife encouraged me, I  took a dive, and it was fun!

What's the toughest thing about teaching?

For me, it's being hard on the students -- requiring them to be disciplined.  They'll come up to me and say, "Oh, I lost my homework," or, "I did the wrong homework."  There's always an excuse, and I have to look for a pattern and eventually put my foot down.

When do you have the most fun while teaching?

The discussions in class, when the students start to engage with the subject.  The undergraduate course I'm teaching this semester is a software programming class, half-lecture, half-lab.  After the lecture, the students get out computers and start programming.  Last week, one young man couldn't figure out how to make the program work, and when I started helping him, it blossomed into a discussion involving other students.  That was really great.

What one thing do you try to teach all of your students -- the one thing that would enable you to say, "I was a good teacher"?


The ability to learn -- to learn how to learn.  If I can instill that in somebody, then I think I've done my job.  When they can go off and do a project on their own, come back and present it to the class, build on what I've told them -- I know they know how to learn.

Any parting words?

It's a very rewarding job, to help someone else learn something.  It's an honor.

Saturday Teacher Feature: Katherine

Today I am bringing back the much-neglected Saturday Teacher Feature for a most worthy candidate: Katherine, a close friend of the family and a second mother to me for much of my childhood.  She is an art teacher.  Not the type who wears gaudy floor-length necklaces and gesticulates vaguely while describing obscure concepts.  Not this type, either.  Just an amazingly creative and dynamic woman whose accomplishments speak for themselves.

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

Currently, I’m the director of Art Education at the university, which means I only teach a few classes.  I have two undergraduate methods classes and a graduate class called Art Forms, which integrates music, theater, dance and visual arts with academics.  I also volunteer at an inner-city school program, teaching art to middle schoolers.

[Editor’s Note: “Miss K” also taught a variety of art techniques to her Sunday School and Bible School classes.  I remember lots of wearable art – tie-dying, of course, but also a really lovely technique involving oil-based dyes that we used to marbleize scarves.  She always tied this in with a Scripture verse or concept we’d been learning about in school, so it was relevant as well as fun!]

Who or what inspired you to teach?

I’ve always loved children. Even when I was a little kid, I liked littler kids, and I still prefer young people to my own age group.  I find them refreshing.  The great thing about children is that they’re sponges.  They absorb everything.  Adult learners aren’t good sponges; they just want to share everything they know.  I would prefer someone who would listen to everything *I* know and repeat it back to me.

What's the toughest thing about teaching?

When you have a discipline problem, a student who honestly doesn’t care – who has become hardened to adults or to respecting others.  That’s very difficult; having one really difficult student can ruin an entire teaching experience.  It just discourages the whole rest of the class.  The kids who want to learn became afraid of the negative force.

When do you have the most fun while teaching?


When there’s the element of “Wow!” or the element of surprise in a lesson – an experience where the kids can’t figure out how you did that, or you have something new to give them.  Even better is when a student will “Wow!” you with a response to something you’ve taught.  I also love when a student will come and share something meaningful and personal to them.  It shows me that they trust me, and that’s when I know it’s all worth it.  I’m benefiting from the experience as much as they are.

What one thing do you try to teach all of your students -- the one thing that would enable you to say, "I was a good teacher"?

Respect.  I work with inner-city children, and I start by saying, “I have great respect for you, and I’m going to show respect for you: when you’re talking to me, when you’re doing your artwork.  In return, my expectation is that you’re going to show respect for me.”  I think if you establish that at the beginning of class – that you’ll respect each other no matter what, even if you disagree – you’ll really be able to learn.  Sometimes I’ll have to stop the class and say, “I can see that we’ve got some people who aren’t remembering to respect one another, so I think we’ll just have to put away the materials and sit here.  I’m sorry.”

Another important thing is resilience – to keep going back, no matter what, keep at it – and this applies to everything in life, not just art.

Any final thoughts?

I want my students to think deeply and be intentional about their artwork, so it has true meaning for them.  Usually artwork does have meaning, which is what I love about it.  It’s like an elegant problem that has more than one correct answer – in math or grammar, there may be a “right” answer, but in art, you can give a problem or question and have a multitude of correct answers.

Friends Loved, Friends Lost

Yesterday I learned I had lost a very dear friend and mentor, one of the knights of my Round Table.   Carole Bigler left this world last April after a long battle with a debilitating illness.  She will be sorely missed by students, parents and teachers all over the world.

Perhaps the most telling evidence of her success as a teacher and a person is the fact that I can't be sad about her death, much as I might try.  I'm sorry for myself, of course, as I'll never get another chance to joke around with and learn from her.  But I can't be anything but grateful for her life and ministry, so much so that it's hard to feel angry that she was taken away.  I feel as if humanity never deserved her in the first place.

How can I describe Carole?  She was a study in paradoxes.  She was the tiniest teacher I've ever met, but had the biggest personality.  Her goofy sense of humor hid a dazzling intellect; she was always acquiring knowledge from the most unlikely sources.  She was completely silly, but she meant every word she said.

She believed in being completely positive all the time.  "Criticism doesn't help anyone," she once said.  "It just makes them feel rotten."  She didn't believe in lying, of course, but she would always find something to praise even after the most disappointing of performances.  She would compliment the student's smile, his attitude, his big strong hands [that had just played all the wrong notes.]  Then she'd find a way to make him do better.

If a student made a mistake, she said, the teacher should take the blame: "I'm sorry.  That's my fault.  I haven't been a very good teacher; I didn't explain that clearly enough.  Will you forgive me?"  It sounds ridiculous, but it was born of pure, clean humility.  She believed it; she believed in taking the fall so that the student could feel more successful.  Once I ventured to ask her whether that wasn't a little degrading, constantly telling the student what a poor teacher you were.  "So what?" she said.  "The student should be your first priority -- not your own ego."  I remember this exchange verbatim, because I wrote it down.  I needed to hear it.  And although I have never been very good at keeping my pride in check, I'm getting better at it.  Because of Carole.

She was a staunch populist in a field populated with professionals whose insecurity drives them to snobbery and elitism of the worst type.  She didn't care if her students won awards.  She wanted them to love music, and she wanted them to be good, kind people.  Skill was a distant third.  There are many who disagree with her, but really, in the end, what matters most?  The heart.  Carole's heart was bigger than all 90 pounds of her frail body.

I asked her once what I should do about a "Suzuki" piano teacher who wasn't really teaching Suzuki.  I'd received several of her students, and I complained that they didn't appear to know any fundamentals of the method.  "You know what I'd do?" she mused.  "I'd take her out to lunch.  I'd be her friend.  No matter how lousy of a teacher she was, she obviously did one thing right.  She taught her students to love music -- otherwise, they never would have come to you."

Last week, in a flash of inspiration, I followed that advice in dealing with a colleague who had previously been combative and negative at every turn.  She always said that if you wanted someone on your side, you should ask for his help.   So I did, and suddenly he was transformed into an animated, gregarious, and articulate ally.  I almost fell over when he actually complimented me on the results of my work, something he had never done in all the years we'd worked together.

In our teacher training classes, she re-iterated over and over the importance of seeing lessons from the child's point of view.  95% of student misbehavior is due to a fear of failure, she explained: students are so petrified at the thought of disappointing you that they will goof around, refuse to play, pout or even throw a tantrum to avoid doing it wrong.  I try to remember this when I have a student who's smug or defiant or mopey.  Usually, my impatience gets the better of me, but occasionally I'm able to do what Carole did -- to look at that child and see the image of God, marred but intact, and treat her accordingly.

The world needs more people who see only good, all the time -- and where they don't see it, they create it.  This was Carole.  I am so thankful for the blessing of having known her.

Another One Bites the Dust

I don't mean to take this lightly.  In fact, it's very sad to see this English teacher give up, after one year, and return to his law office where everything is safe, predictable and easy (for him, anyway; he had a highly successful career before he began teaching.)

Truthfully, I know Chris quite well, and I was shocked to hear he was leaving the profession.  He was a fantastic teacher and a great person, full of the kind of enthusiasm that is inspiring and contagious.  I think he could have made it work.  Look, if I had a nickel for every time I wanted to quit in my first year, we'd be living in the Hamptons today.

I'm sure we'll hear great things from him, whether from the courtroom or from the classroom, if he ventures to return someday.  I hope he will.

Bravo, Maman

Today my mother turns fifty-six. I know she would not mind my revealing this to the online world; it’s no exaggeration to say that she is asked to prove her legal age at drinking establishments about as often as I am. My friends describe her as “cute,” and some of them call her “Mom” without even thinking about it. Because if you are over there and happen to mention you have a headache, she will offer you ibuprofen, herbal tea, or a couch to lie down on – without smothering. Just being – a great mom.

Besides a great mom, however, she is a great teacher. It’s a family joke that I once, in a bout of 16-year-old angst, told her that as a piano teacher, she didn’t have a “real” job: “Your only job is that little kids come over and play with you.” I meant it to be an insult. Years later, the joke’s on me; I have the same job. And it’s wonderful.

Everyone should have a mentor – someone who’s been in their career longer than they have and has the war wounds and jokes to prove it. I’m lucky enough to have my mother as mine. When a difficult situation with a student presents itself (as it did this week) I can call her to ask for advice; what I get is the comfort of a truly sympathetic ear, one who has been there before, and the strength to stick up for my convictions. She’s taught me plenty of tricks of the trade. Wiggly small ones? Hold their hands and look into their eyes as you speak to them calmly, reassuring them that they are the center of your world at that moment and they don’t have to act up to get attention. Disillusioned middle-schoolers? Find a piece they can get excited about, jazz or romantic or contemporary, and let them chip away at it while you continue to reinforce their repertoire.

The older I get, the more I recognize that I have very few (if any) actual gifts. Most of what I can do well is some combination of practiced imitation and miracle. Teaching is certainly both of those. When I’m at the end of my rope, I close my eyes – and I see my mother, smiling, patient, with the heart of a servant. I pray I can be half the teacher she has taught me to be.

Resurrecting the Fallen

Writing is a tough business.  I can't tell you how many times I've had someone approach me about writing for them and still not gotten the thing published.  Sometimes they're too busy to edit it.  Sometimes the managerial staff changes.  Sometimes there's no explanation; they just drop off the face of the earth, or at least the face of e-mails and phone calls.

And sometimes the publication goes out of business, which is what happened when Topic Magazine asked for a submission about Music Mind Games.  You've heard me plug MMG here before, and I know I will again: it's the best way to teach kids to read music, period.

Anyway, it occurred to me the other day that I now have my own forum to publish whatever I want, and I won't blow myself off or refuse to answer my e-mails.  So, enjoy!

Playing Right Into Their Hands:


How Games Help Kids Become Better Musicians



Think back, for a moment, to the way you learned to read.  In all likelihood, it began the moment you were born, when you were surrounded by cooing voices that issued from adoring, blurry faces.  Other humans spoke to you constantly until you learned to speak yourself, bungling your first pronunciations to the delight of everyone around you.  Your friends and family read you books, and sometimes they’d point at key words on each page: “ball,” “cat,” “mommy.”  You learned to speak in short words and phrases, each memorized for the effect they had on others (Remember what fun “no” could be?)  You began school, and your teachers made signs for everyday objects: “door,” “desk,” “goldfish.”  Gradually, slowly, you began to understand the way these sounds and symbols worked collectively, and you pieced together a language of communication.

It would have been absurd, on your first day of life, if your parents had placed a book in front of you and expected you to learn how to communicate.  As the black print swam on a white page before your eyes, you probably would have burst into tears (and not just because you were hungry.)  Yet for most music students, their introduction to reading is just that harsh.  Up goes the theory book; intimidating black notes stare out at them, and they try to make some sense of the signs, symbols and words that must all translate into artful, passionate sound.

My students are lucky.  By the time they see their first theory book, they have the tools to break down a line of music into something more easily digestible.  They have traced the treble and bass clefs with tiny fingers and placed them on the staff, paying careful attention to the way the dots of the bass clef sit on either side of the F line.  They have dropped colorful plastic dots onto a staff, calling out gleefully, “Space!  Line!” as the notes land in their places, and collected them with a “magic” magnetic wand.  They have curled up into tiny balls on the floor, whispering “pianissimo” amid stifled giggles, and gradually stood as their voices swelled: “mezzo forte . . . forte . . . FORTISSIMO!”  On this last one, they leap wildly into the air, acting out the dynamics with their whole bodies.  They have practiced rhythms with fun, silly words like “pineapple” and “gooseberry,” forming abstracted shapes with their fingers as they learn to keep a steady pulse while they repeat the words. So, when they see a piece of “real music” for the first time, they’re ready, and even eager, to put this knowledge to good use.
Students of Music Mind Games don’t just read music; they absorb it.  They act it out, sign it, speak it, and play it – and this last verb most accurately describes their state of mind as they learn some of the most difficult and complex musical concepts in existence.  For them, it’s all a game.

(Read the rest below.)

Inspiration strikes at odd times.  For Michiko Yurko, it was during one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies. She had been using games to teach her Suzuki students to be better, faster readers of music, and was on the verge of publication of a book and accompanying materials, but she lacked a name that was simple, easy to remember, and identified her philosophy about learning. During a movie, her youngest son, Andrew, started to make noise in the theater, and she took him outside to quiet him.  “I walked back in, and Shredder said something to one of the turtles about ‘mind games.’  I was standing at the back of the theater, and I thought, ‘That’s it!  Music Mind Games!  That’s what it’s all about.’”  Music, because that was the framework within which learning takes place.  “But it’s not just learning music theory; it’s about helping the child to learn how to think better, how to learn information more smoothly, and how to recall it more quickly . . . and all of that is camouflaged by games.  The children think they’re playing games; they’re really not.  They’re playing little tests.  Every one of the games is a test for me to see, as a teacher, how they’re doing.  So it’s all sort of a trick, in a way” – here she laughs – “but it works, because I’m constantly evaluating; I don’t have to wait for the exam.”  By judging how quickly they move their pieces or place their cards, by reading their expressions and hearing their dialogue, you can judge whether they’ve got a good grasp of the material.

Take the musical alphabet, for example.  At a child’s first lesson, I always ask if he can recite the alphabet for me; it’s an easy success experience.  But when he reaches “G,” I say, “Stop!  That’s all you need to know to play the piano.”  His eyes widen in surprise.  “On the piano, those seven letters repeat over and over.  Here, let me show you,” I say, and I take his finger and poke the keys one by one, starting at the bottom.  By the time we reach the top, he is shouting out the letters with confidence and pride.  Seven letters?!  This is going to be so easy.

The thing is, it’s not.  Ask a trained musician to go through the alphabet backwards, and she will most likely stumble.  Ask her to do it skipping every other letter (in musical thirds) and she will look uncomfortable for a moment before haltingly proceeding.  We don’t know our musical alphabet nearly as well as we think we do.

The Alphabet Cards were Michiko’s first development.  She had just returned from Dr. Suzuki’s institute in Japan; he was pioneering a new method of teaching that revolved around ear training and a deep, profound love for both children and music.  Students of the Suzuki Method were able to play far above their age level in terms of musicality and technique.  The one criticism was that they sometimes weren’t as proficient in sight reading, a necessary skill for any musician.

In Japan, Michiko explains, children learn to read music in school, so private teachers don’t have to spend much time keeping up with that skill.  So many European and American teachers, observing that Dr. Suzuki himself didn’t spend a lot of time teaching students to read, falsely assumed that it wasn’t important.  “But I wanted my students to be good readers,” says Michiko. “Everyone was so uptight about [how to teach theory], and I just thought – huh!  Well, let’s use some games.  Maybe that will help people relax . . . and because Suzuki himself had more of a playful attitude toward life, that sort of gave me an entry point.”

The Alphabet Cards helped her students to have a more fluent knowledge of the musical alphabet. “I sat through so many college classes where we just didn’t know our alphabet well enough,” she remembers. Next, she attacked dictation.  She had encountered it for the first time in college, when she realized it was just a simple memory exercise at which most children could excel.  Listen, repeat; and later, listen, repeat, write.  Her first dictation slates were lines on which pennies could be placed to represent notes.  Later, these were replaced by the bright, plastic pieces she calls “Magic Notes.”  The “magic” part is that each one has an almost-invisible wire around its edge, so that a “Magic Wand,” containing a magnet, can lift them off the page in a second.  This has nothing to do with music, but everything to do with the pleasure of play.

There are many more aspects to her method that incorporate a child’s natural love for games.  One is her approach: unhurried, unrushed, completely at ease.  Michiko remembers an encounter with Dr. Suzuki in Japan that taught her the value of such an attitude: she was with a group of other violin teachers, and Dr. Suzuki was making the rounds, asking each teacher to play a passage from the Vivaldi A-minor Concerto.  Though she had been an excellent violinist in her childhood, she hadn’t played for years, and she had never studied that particular piece.  As he drew closer to her, she started to panic, sensing imminent disaster.  But when he got to her chair, “I stood up and started playing, and I could sense two things: he was going to stand there until I got it right – he wasn’t going to pass it off by saying, “that was close enough” – and he was not going to put any pressure on me; it was going to be a very relaxed moment.  He was going to wait  – not patiently, because patience implies restrained frustration – but just wait until I got it.  So within that space of those two things, I was able to totally relax and do it, and in the end, my turn was really no longer than anybody else’s.”

Another playful feature in many Music Mind Games is the concept of a surprise.  The first time I asked a child to close her eyes while I switched two cards, I expected resistance – distrust or cynicism at the worst, uneasiness at the least.  What I found was exactly the opposite: students will obediently, even delightedly, close their eyes in anticipation of a surprise.  When they open them, I have made the puzzle harder – just hard enough for them to have to think for a moment before they can fix it.  When they do put it right, they are thrilled with themselves and beg for more turns, more games, more fun.

The materials themselves are fun, too.  A meticulous designer, Michiko uses the psychology of play even in her color selection: she prefers bright, fun colors in small quantities, usually as a border, which helps students focus.  The cards are clear and simple, not fussy and distracting, putting forth only necessary and relevant information.  Often, she’ll use a coding system: warm colors for sharps, cool for flats (because hot air rises, as sharps rise in pitch); blue cards for treble clef notes, green for bass clef (representing the sky and ground, the way the clefs sit on the staff.)

Several years ago, she moved from larger group-oriented materials to smaller, personalized sets.  Now each of her students has his own set, which they bring to class each week in a plastic carrying case.  They take great pleasure in manipulating the materials: unfolding the staff cards, shuffling the decks, and even cleaning up the pieces at the end of class.  In addition to providing visual and oral stimulation, the materials appeal to the kinesthetic sense as well.

A study of Michiko’s past reveals several key factors that led to her development of Music Mind Games.  One was the love of working with her hands; she always loved crafts, she says, creating villages out of sugar cubes and knitting with toothpicks to create clothes for her dolls.  And, since her siblings were much older, she lacked a constant source of social interaction from her peers – the framework from which most games arise. “[My siblings] would occasionally indulge me, but not very often,” she remembers, “So usually I spent time playing Solitaire games, and I would also play Monopoly by myself.”

Here I begin to laugh.  I’ve heard this story before, and it strikes me awfully sad and sweet at once.  “I really thought everybody did this,” she says, smiling.  “You’re laughing, but this was totally logical to me.  So I would set it up, and I would sit on the floor or at a table, and move from chair to chair – and I would play myself.  There would be four of us.”  She laughs with me now.  “And I promise, I wouldn’t cheat.”

“And now the inner child in me is so happy, because all these little children come and play with me, all the time!  And teachers come and play with me!  And the parents sit down and want to play with me, too!  So the fact that I can combine a worthy career, that’s going to help these children, and play games with them – how much more fulfilled could I be?”

It is, despite some frustrations, a wonderful career.  Once when I was young, I asked my mother to take me somewhere and was turned down.  I don’t remember the circumstances, or even my age, though I was probably somewhere in those magical middle-school years when I hated myself and everyone around me.  What I remember is that my mom said no, she had to work.  I remember this because of my response: “Mom, you don’t work.  You stay at home, and little kids come over and play with you all day.”

I meant to be patronizing, and probably to hurt her feelings – that’s what middle school is all about, right?  But the delicious irony is that, like her, I am now a piano teacher, and kids come to play with me all day.  And it’s wonderful.

Saturday Teacher Feature: Jeff Cagle

After my first year of teaching, there was a big part of me that just wanted to GIVE UP.  And go get a real job selling vacuum cleaners or training zebras for the circus.  I remember saying, "This job is too easy in some ways and too hard in others."  But after a few times of saying that, I realized it was really a challenge -- and far be it from me to shrink from one of those!

I began massing my resources for the next school year.  The biggest hole by far in my SAT students' knowledge was Geometry, where they simply didn't know the material and weren't willing to work on it. ("I just can't do Geometry.")  I had encountered a pleasant surprise when I took my first practice SAT after almost a decade of Mathlessness and discovered I remembered almost everything, but I still didn't know how to teach it.

So, I did the only sensible thing: I e-mailed Mr. Cagle.

Jeff Cagle taught me for the first time in 8th grade Geometry.  I remember very clearly that it was the first time my parents said, "Sorry, we can't help you with your homework.  We don't understand it either."  I also remember getting tearful more than once (but not in class, of course; I'm not so cruel as my own students) over concepts that I just couldn't seem to grasp.  But somehow, Mr. Cagle was always able to sort it out once we were reviewing the concepts in class.

My best memory of Mr. Cagle has to be two classes later.  I had him for AP Chemistry, and the fact that I passed the test with a 4 attests to his brilliance; I have never been a science person and didn't think I was anywhere near ready for the exam.  But I remember his lessons in Physics better, and in particular one wonderful morning when we walked in to find him sitting on a desk with his guitar over his knees, absentmindedly strumming.

We didn't know what to do; we awkwardly took our seats and tried to chat until the bell, but it was hard to ignore the fact that our teacher was making music in the front of the room.  Just after the bell, he broke into song, and we all just listened.  We'd heard him sing before in chapel and knew he was talented, but hearing him in the classroom was a different, unexpected pleasure.  He finished the first song and seamlessly segued into a short demonstration of frequency and wavelength; showing us how the frets measured the changing sound.  Then he began to play what was probably my favorite song of all time, written by probably my favorite band of all time: U2's "Running To Stand Still."  It was especially meaningful because, after years of dismissing their music, I had just bought Joshua Tree and had a personal epiphany while listening to it.  "This is music I like," I thought.  And now my teacher was playing music I liked in the classroom, instead of teaching from the textbook.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven, except that in heaven I wouldn't have been too self-conscious to harmonize on the chorus.

What was great about this lesson?  Three things: first, he shocked us out of our comfort zones, ensuring that he would have our full attention and that we would remember the experience.  Second, he appealed to us on our level, playing something he thought we might recognize and that wasn't necessarily "Christian." (This was a major issue at that time and place, and he established himself firmly on the side of quality music rather than music with a clear label.)  Third, he really did integrate fun, joy, and wonder into a lesson he would have taught anyway.  We probably learned just as much as we would have in a lecture, but instead of the lecture, we got to enjoy ourselves and learn organically.

Apologies for the long introduction, but I wanted you to get a sense for the kind of teacher you're about to hear from.  Jeff Cagle, of my proud alma mater, Chapelgate Christian Academy in Marriottsville:

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

I've been teaching science and math here for 17 years.  I've also taught Bible and computer programming courses.


Who or what inspired you to teach?




I had wonderful high school teachers and wanted to give back a bit.  My original plan was to teach for five years and then go to seminary.  That morphed into teaching into perpetuity and getting a seminary degree on the side.





What's the toughest thing about teaching?

When you're a student, the goal is 90% correctness, more or less.  When you are a teacher, getting 90% of students to excel is probably not going to happen.  So I had to rethink what "success" meant as a teacher.  More prosaically, I really hate paperwork.


When do you have the most fun while teaching?

I live for the "A-ha" moments.  I even have a mental image of one particular student holding an imaginary light bulb over her head. :)





What one thing do you try to teach all of your students -- the one thing that would enable you to say, "I was a good teacher"?

Hm, that's tough.  I try to teach them not to be afraid of hard things, but they don't know that.  More explicitly, I try to teach them the value of reading in whatever discipline they're working in; the value of clear, logical thinking; and I try to inspire them to experiment a little when stuck.

Any parting thoughts?

I strive to weave my curriculum into a net of a few powerful ideas so that students will be able to accomplish a lot not only this year, but five years hence.

(I heard a curious echo when I read Mr. Cagle's response to the One Thing.  I push those things with my students, too, and I'm sure it's because he pushed me.  I guess it proves that you never know how far your influence might travel -- a thought both wonderful and terrifying.)

100 Posts / Saturday Teacher Feature: Grandma

Well!  In less than half a year, I've successfully posted a hundred different useless bits of personal trivia.  This calls for a celebration!

Actually, I've been planning to do this for awhile, but I thought the 100th post would be a nice milestone with which to begin.  It's occurred to me that although I never planned to become a teacher, I have grown up with and am surrounded by them.  Many of my friends and family members are teachers, and I learn from them all the time.  I thought it would be fun to start an ongoing feature wherein you get to hear from the other teachers in my life through a list of basic questions that help them talk about their jobs.

This was really more Rob's idea, and he also helped me come up with the questions.  When we started making a list of all the teachers we know (we were on a long car trip) his first suggestion surprised me: it wasn't one of his colleagues, our friends, or even my mother: "Your grandma," he said.

Immediately I realized he was right.  My grandmother is a pretty amazing person.  She married my grandfather after a scandalously short courtship (not scandalous then, as it was wartime) and raised three children to school age before returning to work herself.  She taught for several more decades before retiring, and in 61 years of marriage to my dear grandfather (he died in February 2006) I'm pretty sure they never had one single fight, although he sure tried his best to rile her up (he used to say that sarcasm was his spiritual gift.)  That's just how she is: peaceful, loving, and way too smart to be suckered into something she doesn't want to do.

Ladies and gentlemen, Marilyn McNichols of Los Angeles, California:

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

Most of my teaching was at the upper elementary level, more specifically grades 5 and six, where I taught all subjects.  My favorite assignment, though, was when a couple of other teachers and I did team teaching, and I taught math.  I also taught social studies in grades seven and eight at the junior high level.


Who or what inspired you to teach?




My eldest sister, 13 years my senior, assisted in my classroom when she was a high school senior and I was in first grade.  She then went on to college.  Her first teaching assignment was in a country school where she was the only teacher for all eight grades.  Now in her nineties, she was recently feted by some of the students from that first teaching job.  This gives you some idea of how highly regarded she was.  I loved her dearly and wanted to follow in her footsteps -- although it took me thirty years to do so!





What's the toughest thing about teaching?

Balancing absolutes in discipline with compassion and understanding.  Because I started teaching after all three of my own children were in school, I had a keen sense of how events at home can affect a kid's behavior, his/her ability to complete assignments on time, and his/her values.


When do you have the most fun while teaching?

  • The "aha!" moment when a student grasps a new concept (in math, for example)

  • When I try a new approach and the class suddenly finds the subject material exciting or relevant and they take off with it.







What one thing do you try to teach all of your students -- the one thing that would enable you to say, "I was a good teacher"?


  • You never, never, NEVER use an apostrophe to form a plural (although this is true 99.99% of the time, I realize there are a couple of exceptions).

  • Math word problems are like a puzzle that can be solved.

  • I care about you as an individual.  Many years after he had been in my classroom, I had a note from one student who said, "I always felt you really cared about me."  And perhaps 30 years after she left my classroom, I met a former student in a business situation who gushed to everyone in the office, "Mrs. McNichols was my very favorite teacher in all my school years!  We were very 'special' in her class!"  These gratifying comments made me feel I had succeeded in building their self confidence, even if they really didn't have much to be confident about!





Any parting thoughts?

I suppose I was one of millions of teachers who loved interacting with kids day after day, year after year, winning some, losing some, but always striving to help a kid do his level best and, just maybe, learn something in the effort.

(You did, Grandma.  You've taught so much to your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and of course to all of your student's, too.)