Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Flu and Second Chances

My practical training continues apace, interrupted only by influenza over this past weekend and a fresh rack of MAT classes next week. I would probably be more enthusiastic about the latter if I were better prepared. On the bright side, LHS will hold its parent-teacher conferences tomorrow and Friday, and I get Friday afternoon off for studying and such. Yay!

As I take over greater shares of the daily teaching load and gear up for my work sample (oh-god-oh-god-oh-god I am so hosed) my ambient anxiety level has spiked. I have no idea how I am possibly going to keep up with the example set by my CT, the human dynamo, as she transfers more of the workload onto my shoulders. Planning, organization, and the efficient processing of large volumes of raw information have never been my strong suits. Ironically, that's why I liked math as a student: I rarely had to worry about anything beyond cracking the next tidily gift-wrapped problem.

To make matters worse, I seem to have problems engaging my students during my presentations and checking for understanding on the fly. This is not a good trait to observe in a prospective teacher. The philosopher Bertrand Russell once wrote that "Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty - a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture." The quote summarizes my predicament nicely: mathematicians think that math rocks hard, but it's an acquired taste and a tough sell to the uninitiated. Most people have little natural interest in "a beauty cold and austere;" they like their beauty to be warm and hospitable, if you please. And those who like their logic cold and hard often have a difficult time in learning how to relate to the touchy-feely folk who comprise the bulk of our species.

Math teachers really only get a few shots at guiding their students through an initiation into the world of mathematical thought and perception. If the teacher botches this initiation for the students, math may forever alienate them. That is why I am looking forward to the next few weeks with equal parts excitement and trepidation. Algebra Plus, my primary class, will soon begin their introduction to Geometry, and I will be responsible for the design and presentation of these lessons. It is an awesome responsibility in the classic sense of the word "awesome."

Although geometric theorems are often framed in the language and notation of modern algebra, the development of geometry precedes that of algebra in the historical record. Geometry came first. Along with arithmetic, it is the most primal type of mathematics, and was independently developed and practiced by virtually every civilization in the ancient world. It is aesthetically pleasing and accessible, but it also serves as the traditional gateway between common-sense thinking and rigorous logic. Euclid's Elements have often been hailed as the greatest collection of logical arguments from antiquity, and even today most students will receive their first lessons about formal logic through a geometry course.

If I can strike upon the right vein of inspiration, I can reinvent the tenor my entire placement. I can feel it. The transition between Algebra and Geometry gives me a window to turn the classroom routine upside down. But I still have to figure out how to communicate with these kids in a meaningful way. I have to get better at formulating questions that these kids can actually answer with some degree of confidence. And I have to give them some kind of stake in the investigation. These next few weeks will make or break me.

Oh yeah -- I have to catch up on my MAT work too. I almost forgot. Yay!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Two Weeks / One Post

Yeah, I've been neglecting the blog for a couple of weeks now. I'd feel worse about it if I weren't so busy! Then again, I will now have a difficult time trying to reflect on my initial teaching forays, since I'm doing it after the fact. Most of my writing takes place on the job these days: I try to jot down observations from each class period into a sectioned spiral notebook that I keep at my desk.

I have lead taught several lessons by now, and done so for each class in my schedule. Some of those sessions were planned out in advance, but a few were spur-of-the-moment appointments. On the Thursday before last, Ms. Cranford had to rush home to care for one of her sick children. She called in a sub, of course, but she left three of her classes in my hands that day with naught but her notes as preparation -- and I had never lead taught for any of those students before. As nerve-wracking as it may sound, I actually rather enjoyed that experience. When given time to prepare a lesson I tend to over-analyze my approach, just as I tend to over-analyze many things. (It's a common occupational hazard for mathematicians.) While I do not plan to make a habit of going up cold and improvising, it does generate a healthy surge of stage adrenaline (I got over stage fright long ago) which loosens me up a bit. I don't how smooth my delivery was for my students -- you would have to ask them yourselves -- but I must not have screwed up too badly as Ms Cranford was able to pick up right where I left off when she returned the next day.

Whether I get to plan my lesson in advance or not, I'm learning firsthand about the role schema play for students. I'm often surprised by what they do and do not know coming into a classroom. Just today, when I was grading an assignment about scientific notation, I noticed that several students did not seem to know how many zeroes are found in millions, billions, and trillions. Naturally they had trouble with word problems in which quantities were expressed using those words instead of just numbers. Oh well, teach and learn. Sometime in the future, expect a post from me about the mathematical concepts I think every student needs to know. Some of them may surprise you.

So far in my lessons, I have stuck to the basic format espoused by Ms Cranford: spend 10-15 minutes answering questions about yesterday's topic, demonstrate the concept of the day through lecture and whiteboard, and then leave the students with time to start working on the corresponding assignment. It's very traditional -- some critics may even call it obsolete -- but Ms Cranford carries it off very well. I'm not sure that I want to go down that road myself -- I'm not sure that I can travel that road with any degree of success once I'm teaching solo -- but I haven't yet figured out how I want to break from this model. Maybe our upcoming Methods courses will shed some light on the topic. I've heard about different approaches for running a math class during our summer MAT courses, but I've watched math teachers implement the classic approach for many years now. A certain amount of internalization has taken place, I fear. I get the feeling that any serious experimentation will have to wait until I have secured my own teaching position: Ms Cranford's students seem comfortable with her style of teaching, and there is something to be said for having a student know what to expect in class. I don't want to mess up her system just to satisfy my own curiosity, especially when she's getting such good results from it overall.

No doubt some of you are wondering why I'm not fully comfortable with the review/lecture/assignment routine. I have my reasons, but the exploration of those reasons will have to wait for my next post -- whenever I can take time out for another round of blogging. Sleep beckons.

Friday, September 4, 2009

People-Watching; Connect the Blogs

Ah, Fridays. Many LHS teachers subscribe to the 'Casual Friday' dress code, including Ms. Cranford (my cooperating teacher). And I am taking full advantage of that policy by wearing loose-fitting carpenter jeans, beat-up sneakers, and the most flowery Hawaiian shirt in my wardrobe. After spending the rest of the week wearing 'nice' shirts and Dockers in a futile attempt to appear well-dressed and conventionally respectable, this feels good.

As I've mentioned before, one of my primary tasks in the classroom is to help out students when they get to work on their current assignment in class. Ms. Cranford has a knack for spotting students that are struggling on their own but have not yet worked up the nerve to actively seek help. It's almost uncanny: out of nowhere, I'll see her stroll over to a student's desk and ask if s/he needs help, and nine times out of ten s/he accepts the offer. I've tried to pull this stunt a few times, but my batting average is far, far lower than Ms. Cranford's.

Nonverbal communication has never been my strong suit. I suck at gathering intelligence about people through discreet observation. I hope to improve my skills through practical experience, but I have good reason to doubt that I will ever be as proficient as someone like Ms. Cranford. Of course, she also encourages students to help each other solve problems -- and therein lies my salvation. When I finally land my own teaching gig somewhere, I think I'll have better luck with measures designed to help students help themselves. Any student who meekly waits for me to notice their plight may end up waiting for quite a while.

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At the end of my previous post, I briefly floated the idea of linking all the EOU student teaching blogs together. The whole point of blogging, after all, is that it gives us a way to share our observations and reflections with others and learn from their experiences in return. Any measure that facilitates this sharing process works to the benefit of us all.

Sharon Porter has posted links to many (but not all) of our blogs on Blackboard. I propose taking things one step further. If you look to right of these posts, you will find a hyper-linked list of EOU student-teaching blogs. I'm not going to claim that it's a comprehensive list, but it's a start. You too should strongly consider adding such a list to your own blog, or expanding the one you already have. If enough of us do this, we could connect every active MAT blog to every other MAT blog. Any link missed by one list could be archived on another, and eventually shared with the rest of us.

I got the idea after browsing the MAT blogs I had already been following. I stumbled across a link to Word on The Street, Jessie's blog. This was a great find for several reasons: (1) her blog address had not found its way onto Sharon's Blackboard list; (2) Jessie writes well; and (3) she had compiled the longest list of MAT blogs to date, including a few others I had not read. I am now following those blogs.

If anyone needs help setting up their blog list, let me know by posting a comment. I will respond in kind.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

First Impressions; Brain-Lock

Today marks the second full day of regular classes at LHS. Ms. Cranford and I have now had a chance to meet all of our students and observe their conduct during a lesson. I think we lucked out with this bunch. Every last one came to our room classbroken. They brought books and writing utensils; they settled down when the tardy bell rang; they listened quietly and took notes when Ms. Cranford explained and demonstrated the day's lesson. (Today we reviewed the graphing of linear equations.) At one point during the lecture, she asked a question and received a response from over half of the class. The noise level increased when the students were turned loose to work on their homework assignment in class, but almost all of the chatter centered on the task at hand. Needless to say, I was impressed. The nature of our schedule may play a role: we aren't teaching any courses below Algebra Plus in the mathematics progression. Ms. Cranford also has a reputation for being a friendly but no-nonsense type of teacher.

I will be teaching my first lesson next Tuesday, after Labor Day. In the meantime, I have been trying to make myself useful where I can. This includes assisting students that get hung up on the assigned exercises. I think I've spent too much time out of tutoring practice this summer -- my initial interventions have not gone as smoothly as usual. One episode in particular deserves a moment of reflection.

A couple of students had trouble evaluating an expression involving fractions. Upon learning of their difficulty, I thought to myself something along the following lines: Aw HELL no. These kids NEED to know how to work with fractions. Time for a crash-course refresher. Within the context of the exercise, I proceeded to demonstrate the methods for multiplying fractions and adding fractions with different denominators. My attempt did not take; the bell rang and they left unsure of their work. I told them we could go over it again later. When I related this episode to Ms. Cranford, she mentioned that she usually recommends multiplying by least common denominators whenever possible, thereby clearing the fractions and sidestepping the fraction gridlock altogether.

This approach would have been far more elegant, in hindsight. I've even used it with tutoring clients before for that very reason. Yes, the underlying discomfort these students have with fractions will have to be resolved eventually, but it will certainly be addressed in detail when they learn about rational expressions in future algebra lessons. Somehow I let myself get fixated on addressing the issue right then and there, to the detriment of solving the problem at hand. That bothers me. I'm not sure why I got hung up like that; none of the post hoc explanations I've run through my head seem to get at the root of the problem. Maybe I'm just overthinking my response to the situation; hindsight is the only 20/20 vision I've enjoyed since childhood. Still, I should strive to approach students' questions with a greater degree of flexibility. I'm sure I'll get a better feel for this kind of thing with practice -- and that's what this year is all about.

Remember what I said about posting new stuff on Fridays? Scrap that. From here on out, I blog whenever I feel the need to debrief myself after something interesting happens. And I find a lot of things interesting, so check back here often. On tomorrow or Friday I'll present an idea about how to link all of the EOU student-teaching blogs together along with a case for the benefits of doing so.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Countdown to Launch

Tomorrow I meet and greet the incoming freshmen and transfer students at La Grande High School. On Tuesday the regular schedule begins. I'm a little anxious, but in a pleasant anticipatory way. Let the good times roll. Here's how my past week has gone:

I met my cooperating teacher, Evonne Cranford, this past Tuesday. She sounds even more excited about the upcoming school year than me; I take this to be a good sign. Though I have not yet seen her perform in front of a class, she seems quite organized, energetic, and generally 'with it.' With any luck, some of those qualities will rub off on me over the next semester.

On Wednesday morning the school district met in the middle school commons to catch up on budgeting news, introduce new faces (including me and several other EOU student teachers -- hi guys!), and preview the differentiated instruction classes that district teachers will go through this year. I won't bore you with details -- if you're teaching this year, dear reader, then I'm sure you sat through something quite similar.

On Thursday morning the high school math teachers held a department meeting. Ms. Cranford happens to be the department head; lucky me. Most of the discussion went way over my pay-grade; the veterans kicked around ideas about how to reshuffle the class progression. Our comrade Leigh Collins was stuck in there with me: she had been assigned to Pat Desjardin, who teaches math and science. Later that day I learned that she had been reassigned to a different school. Poor Leigh! She sat through that meeting for nothing! If you're reading this, Leigh, I hope you have better luck at your new station.

That left me and Evonne Thursday afternoon, Friday, and tomorrow morning to make other preparations. I have my own desk already; it sits in the front of the class, just to the left of the whiteboard. (Yes, LHS uses dry-erase markers and whiteboards. No, I will not be changing the title of my blog to Marker Jockey.) I spent most of Friday wheeling textbooks into the classroom and making copies of the syllabus. That was fine by me, as I really didn't know how else I could help to prepare. Evonne's a busy lady: she's the math department head, the union rep for the high school, and I think she wears a few other hats too. Her phone rang at least once per hour on average.

Evonne recommended that I start out by teaching her Algebra Plus class first. (It's a transitional class between Algebra I and Geometry.) I have a few ideas for some lessons, but we haven't had time to discuss exactly when and how we're going to split up the teaching duties. That discussion will probably happen this week. I aim to get my feet wet during the week after; that should give me time to learn names and get a feel for her teaching style first. I will try to match and complement her style to the extent I feel comfortable doing so. With any luck this will make the transition from her teaching to my teaching less jarring for the students. Besides, I should learn to drive the car before I try to overhaul the engine.

Wish me luck, comrades. And be sure to tell me how your own classes go! When in doubt, err on the side of posting too much to your blogs (as long as you don't compromise student confidentiality, of course). I'm sure I'll have a lot to learn from everyone.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Highlights from My (Boring) Break

Yeah, so I have not exactly been keeping up with my blog. I doubt that I'm the only one in our cohort to neglect their writing. Who can blame us? There really hasn't been much to write about -- at least not much about our education as teachers. I have settled into a holding pattern while I wait to hear from my placement district. I should fire off an e-mail to them -- maybe tomorrow.

I suspect that most readers will find my break-week activities exceedingly dull. When given the opportunity, I can out-lazy most anyone. (It's a good thing I'm not teaching English composition. That last sentence would never pass scrutiny.) I've let my inner geek run wild, and spent most of the past few weeks surfing the internet, playing video games and watching movies. Surprise, surprise.

On the gaming front, I've started playing a free massively-multiplayer online role-playing game called Urban Dead. The game takes place in a fictitious cityscape that has been permanently quarantined after a zombie-virus outbreak. Many players take on the roles of survivors fighting to stay alive, while other people play the zombies and try to snack on the survivors. To make things more interesting, survivors that fall to zombies (or other survivors!) rise again as zombies, and zombies can receive treatment (voluntarily or not) for their "condition." This gives a character many opportunities to switch teams. The text-based interface is quite primitive by industry standards, but such minimalism has its charms. The flow of gameplay is entirely determined by the players themselves -- there are no computer-controlled characters or scripted objectives -- and Urban Dead boasts a rich metagame, with players on both sides coordinating raids on enemy territory and working out new zombie-warfare tactics. On a more practical note, players are limited to 50 actions per day, which makes Urban Dead much less of an addictive timesink than games like World of Warcraft. Enjoying this game will not cut into my schedule in any appreciable way as I start student-teaching.

Andrea and I have also watched a couple of good movies within the past couple of days. Yesterday we rented Role Models, the first half of which provides a hilarious comedic take on how not to interact with students, or children in general. (The second half is debatable -- the protaganists' hearts wind up in the right place, though their methods remain unorthodox at best.)

Today we went to see District 9 in the local cinema, which turned out to be the best sci-fi thriller I've seen in years. The premise is cool enough to start with: a space-alien mothership breaks down over Johannesburg, South Africa, and the surviving bipedal prawn-creatures have been herded into a squalorous refugee camp straight out of recent world news stories. All I can say without spoiling the plot is that the film holds a funhouse mirror up to the strained relationship between real African refugee camps and the nations that host them. It's a damn shame that no public-school social studies teacher will ever get away with showing District 9 to his or her students since the ultraviolence quotient gets jacked way up over the course of the film. But I would still heartily recommend it, along with Hotel Rwanda, to any student mature enough to cope with the grit and the gore.

Cohort members, I look forward to hearing about how your breaks went. Surely most of your stories can top this post.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Thoughts on Teachers Who Wear Religious Articles of Clothing

In an earlier post I asked for you to vote on whether Oregon teachers should be allowed to wear articles of religious clothing in the classroom. As I write this, Oregon is one of only two states that forbids public schoolteachers from wearing such garb through a statewide law, though many states give individual districts the option of banning religious articles in their local dress codes.

My informal survey is now closed; five readers voted against allowing religious clothing, and two voted in favor. As an erstwhile statistics tutor, I am contractually obligated to point out that the results of this poll may not be truly representative of the opinions held by the larger student-teaching community. The sample was small but more importantly it was self-selected; people who abstain from voluntary questionnaires tend to hold different viewpoints from those who choose to respond. (Those in the polling business refer to this phenomenon as non-response bias. Keep that in mind the next time your local TV news or Cosmopolitan-knockoff rag posts the results of a viewer/reader survey.) For all I know, the larger teaching community may only oppose classroom religious garb by a 4:3 ratio, or may even favor lifting the ban by a 51:49 ratio. My surveys are strictly for fun, dear readers; don't read too much into their results.

Enough stalling; the time has come for me to lay my cards on the table as promised. Yes, I strongly favor the separation of church and state, and not just because I am an atheist. (Believers have an equally good reason to keep religion out of government. Separation cuts both ways: not only does it protect government policy from religious dogmatism, it also protects the faithful from the corrupting influence of political ambition and power. So argued Roger Williams, the extremely religious founder of Rhode Island and an early proponent of church-state separation.) Since public education is currently the province of the state, any line drawn between church and state must pass through our schools. It may then surprise you to learn that I do not feel that the issue of religious garb on teachers marks a good place to draw this line.

That's right; I may well be the only atheist to favor lifting the ban. Here's why. In spite of our nation's claims of religious pluralism, Christianity is often perceived as the default spiritual inclination for any American who does not make other beliefs known to their acquaintances. I would like to undermine this assumption, especially among our schoolchildren. Part of receiving a well-rounded education is learning that there exist a staggering variety of viewpoints on any topic you care to name. Some viewpoints may be more useful than others (see the evolution-versus-intelligent-creation debate), but any teacher who only exposes students to one way of looking at anything dishonors their profession. Lifting the ban on religious garb may open the public teaching profession to good people who hold more exotic faiths, which could make our students more comfortable with the idea that the spiritual beliefs they were taught as children are not the only valid ones for a role model to hold. On a more practical note, our schools are chronically understaffed -- we need all the good teachers we can hire, and religious affiliation is a piss-poor reason for discouraging highly qualified applicants. If the best algebra teacher we can find is a Muslim woman who wears the traditional head scarf, then I want to see her working a public classroom. And I would pay good money to watch the druid blogger and historian John Michael Greer (a fellow Oregonian from Ashland) teach social studies next door.

My astute readers will no doubt raise a cogent objection: what effect would lifting the ban have on conservative rural districts? We may find great diversity in the more populous regions of the state, but removing a check on the more strident elements of rural American Christianity could make these districts even greater pits of intolerance -- right? It could work out that way, but I am willing to take that risk. Quite frankly, I don't see how conditions could grow that much worse than they already are. If teachers have the freedom to wear a tasteful crucifix in class (tasteful is a relative term here of course), then maybe a few of the more open-minded and liberal Christian teachers will wear them as well. This could show students that Christianity need not be coterminous with right-wing politics, an important lesson to learn in the post-Bush era. And if I ever find myself teaching in a district that heavily agitates for intelligent design propaganda in biology (sociological discussions are fine), I would like to have the legal right to wear some Pastafarian gear in class to get my epic counter-protest lulz. Yeah, I teach math, but that's no reason not to get involved -- especially if lulz are at stake.

My last comment does lead to a greater concern that must still be addressed, however. How do we keep openly-worn religious iconography from derailing the instruction of our regularly-scheduled curriculum? This is a very serious constitutional question; we flirt now with the finer edge of the First Amendment's establishment clause. I would argue that teachers who make the conscientious decision to wear their religious accessories to class have an obligation to briefly answer any questions about their gear while deflecting any attempts by students to open an in-class theological debate. Kids are curious -- that's perfectly natural and should even be encouraged -- but they also need to learn that there's a proper time and place for every discussion. Any teacher who cannot balance these considerations has no business flashing his or her gear, and might not be well-suited for teaching at all.

With that, I surrender the floor to my fellow CJs once again. Agree with me, disagree with me, but never let it be said that I fear to tap-dance on the electrified third rail.


Friday, July 31, 2009

End of Summer MAT Classes

School's out for summer, though not forever (sorry Alice Cooper). It's good to get a little time off every now and again. No, I did not sign up to teach just so I could keep getting summers off -- but it does sound like a nice perk. Of course I may end up teaching summer school or doing professional training in the future, but at least I will have the chance to do something different for three months of the year, and that's a source of satisfaction that many working stiffs may never get to enjoy.

Since I only get a couple of weeks off before gearing up for placement, I doubt that I'll do anything more ambitious than drive out to Dallesport to see my folks' new house. I might have to do a bit of hiking in the hills around here too -- recommendations for an inexperienced and slightly out-of-shape amateur would be most helpful.

For now my long-suffering wife and I are going out to eat at Denny's to celebrate my reprieve. I promised to share my opinions on the religious-clothing issue today, but that will have to wait a bit. Thanks for your patience, dear readers.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Alternative Educational Systems: Ecotopia

I apologize for not posting yesterday evening. We (my wife and I) have one friend visiting us from Pendleton, and the three of us helped another friend vacate his apartment in anticipation of his journey back to Saipan. We'll miss you, Iggy.

Today marks the beginning of what I hope will become an ongoing irregular series of articles on Chalk Jockey. The educational systems of other societies, both real and fictional, have intrigued me for a long time. I would like to devote an occasional post to the exploration and discussion of different systems. Our MAT instructors exhort us to "beg, borrow, and steal" ideas wherever we find them, and I see no reason to confine that practice to the borders of our own state, nation, or timeline. If you have visited or lived in another country, by all means join in! Add comments below, or links to relevant articles and your own blog entries on the subject.

Since fictional systems also interest me, I will devote this post to Ernest Callenbach's Ecotopia, first published in 1975 but still remarkably relevant for modern readers. Callenbach weaves an alternate history of the western United States. In his timeline, the oil shocks of the 1970s and widespread concerns about environmental degradation prompt Washington, Oregon, and Northern California to secede from the rest of the US, which has failed to take decisive action towards building an ecologically sustainable infrastructure. (Sound familiar?) The novel follows William Weston, a New York journalist on assignment in Ecotopia twenty years after its secession. The story is presented through Weston's private journal entries and published articles about his firsthand impressions of the country. The following excerpt is an article about Ecotopian schools:

ECOTOPIAN EDUCATIONAL SURPRISES
San Francisco, June 4. Schools are perhaps the most antiquated aspect of Ecotopian society... In fact if Crick School, which I visited, is any example, Ecotopian schools look more like farms than anything else. An Ecotopian teacher replied to this observation, "Well, that's because we've crossed over into the age of biology. Your school system is still physics-dominated. That's the reason for all the prison atmosphere. You can't allow things to grow out there."

Crick School is situated on the outskirts of the minicity of Reliez and its 125 students trudge out to the country every day. (About a dozen such schools ring the city.) The school owns eight acres, including a woodlot and a creek. The name is in honor of Francis Crick, co-discoverer of the structure of DNA. There is not a single permanent building of any significance; instead, classes either outdoors or in small, temporary-seeming wood buildings barely big enough to hold a teacher and 10 pupils, which are scattered here and there on the school grounds. I was unable to locate the school office, and when I inquired, I was told the school has none -- its records consist of a single drawer-full of cards! With only a half-dozen teachers, my informants said, the coordination and decision-making for the school is simply part of everyday life. Since class periods fluctuate wildly (there are no hour bells) the teachers can always get together if they feel like it, and they also eat supper together once a week for more extended discussions.

Incredibly enough, the children spend only an hour or so a day in actual class work. When I asked how they are kept from destroying the school during the times they are not under teacher control, I was told that they are usually busy attending to their "projects." I could see evidence of such projects on every hand, so perhaps the explanation, optimistic though it may seem to us, is accurate.

The woodlot is a main focus of activity, especially for the boys, who tend to gang up into tribal units of six or eight. They build tree houses and underground hide-outs, make bows and arrows, attempt to trap the gophers that permeate the hillside, and generally carry on like happy savages -- though I notice their conversation is laced with biological terminology and they seem to have an astonishing scientific sophistication. (One six-year-old, examining a creepy-looking bug: "Oh, yes, that's the larval stage.") There are some projects, such as a large garden and a weaving shed, which seem to be dominated by girl children, though some of the girls are members of chiefly male gangs. Most of the children's study and work time, however, is spent in mixed groups.

By "work," I mean that children in Ecotopian schools literally spend at least two hours a day actually working. The school gardens count in this, since they supply food for the midday meals. But apparently most schools also have small factories. In the Crick workshop I found about 20 boys and girls busily making two kinds of small wooden articles -- which turned out to be birdhouses and flats for seedlings. The system is intended to teach children that work is a normal part of every person's life, and to inculcate Ecotopian ideas about how work places are controlled: there are no "bosses" in the shop, and the children seem to discuss and agree among themselves about how the work is to be done. The shop contains a lot of other projects in one stage or another of development. In working these out together, as I watched them do for a half hour or so, the children need to use concepts in geometry and physics, do complex calculations, and bring to bear considerable skills in carpentry. They marshal the necessary information with a verve that is altogether different from the way our children absorb prepackaged formal learning...

It was sunny during my visit, but Crick School must be appallingly muddy in the rainy winters. To provide some protection, and also to give a place for meetings, parties, flims and video shows, the school possesses a giant teepee-like tent. The white canvas covering is no longer new and carries many charming decorative patches... Here the children sometimes play when it is raining heavily. A large pit in the center is the site of occasional barbecues, when a deer (or one of the school pigs) is roasted and eaten; and a kitchen at one side of the teepee is often used by groups of children making themselves lunches or treats.

Does this extremely unregulated atmosphere lead to wild conduct among the children? So far as I could tell, not at all; in fact, the school is curiously quiet. Small bands of children roam here and there on mysterious but obviously engrossing errands. A few groups play ball games, but the school as a whole has little of that hectic, noisy quality that we associate with our schoolgrounds. Indeed at first I could not believe that more than 30 or 40 children were present, considering the lack of babble. The tribal play groups, incidentally, are not all of an age; each contains some older kids who exercise leadership but do not seem to be tyrannical. This is perhaps encouraged by the teachers, or at least not discouraged, for they work with groups at one general level of development but do not object if an older or younger child wishes to join in or just watch one of the class sessions.

Some of the teachers, especially those occupied mainly with the younger children, apparently teach everything. But other teachers specialize to some extent -- one teaches music, another math, another "mechanics" -- by which he means not only that branch of physics, but also the construction, design, and repair of physical objects. In this way they feel free to indulge their own interests, which they assume will have an educational effect on the children. Certainly it seems to keep their own minds lively. All the teachers teach a lot of biology, of course. The emphases and teaching loads are flexible, and set by discussion among the teachers themselves.

This, like the general operation of the school, is possible because of the most remarkable fact of all about Ecotopian schools: they are private enterprises. Or rather, just as most factories and shops in Ecotopia are owned by the people who work in them, so the schools are enterprises collectively but personally owned by the teachers who run them. Crick School is legally a corporation; its teacher members own the land, buildings and reputation (such as it is) of their school. They are free to operate it however they wish, follow whatever educational philosophy they wish, and parents are free to send their children to Crick School or to another school as they wish.

The only controls on the schools, aside from a maximum-fee rule and matters of plumbing and safe buildings, stem from the national examinations which each child takes at ages 12 and 18. Apparently, although no direct administrative controls exist, the indirect pressure from parents to prepare children for these exams -- as well as for life -- is such that the schools make a strong effort to educate their students effectively. The exams are made up yearly by a prestigious committee, comprising some educators, some political figures, and some parents -- a partly elected and partly appointed body whose members have tenure for seven years and are thus somewhat insulated, like our senators or judges, from short-term political pressures.

Indeed there seems to be a brisk competition among schools, and children switch around a good deal. On the secondary level the situation is apparently a little like ours; one school near San Francisco, which has produced a large number of scientists and political leaders, consequently has a long waiting list.

It is hard to tell how the children themselves react to the competitiveness that exists, on some levels, along with the laxity of Ecotopian life. I often saw older children helping younger ones with school work, and there seems to be an easy working recognition that some people know more than others and can aid them. But greater ability doesn't seem so invidious as with us, where it is really valued because it brings rewards of money and power; the Ecotopians seem to regard their abilities more as gifts which they share with each other. Certainly I never saw happen at Crick School what I have seen in my daughter's American school: one child calling another "stupid" because he did not grasp something as fast as the first child did. Ecotopians prize excellence, but they seem to have an intuitive feeling for the fact that people excel in different things, and that they can give to each other on many different levels.

Do Ecotopians accept the idea that poorer parents might not be willing or able, given the tuition costs, to send their children to school at all? In this crucial area, Ecotopians have not allowed their thinking to revert to that of harsher ages. Rather than a scholarship system, they give outright sliding grants to families below a certain level, and one component of these is marked for tuition. Thus the Ecotopian state, while not willing to lift the burden of education entirely off the parents' backs (thus perhaps encouraging larger families!) is still willing to force citizens to educate their children in some manner. The possibility of "kickback schools," such as arose in the US when tuition vouchers were first tried, does not seem a great worry in Ecotopia, where the welfare of children is discussed constantly -- and where the children themselves run school newspapers that are, if anything, ridiculously critical of their own schools, and would surely spot anything sneaky going on.

Judging by my brief visit, the fact that no formal curriculum prevails does not mean that Crick students miss the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic, though they tend to learn them in concrete contexts. But they also learn a great deal of sideline information and skills. An Ecotopian 10-year-old, as I have observed, knows how to construct a shelter; how to grow, catch, and cook food; how to make simple clothes; how hundreds of species of plants and animals live, both around their schools and in the areas they explore on backpacking expeditions. It might also be argued that Ecotopian children seem in better touch with each other than the children in our large, crowded, discipline-plagued schools; they evidently learn how to organize their lives in a reasonably orderly and self-propelled way. Chaotic and irregular though they appear at first, thus, the Ecotopian schools seem to be doing a good job of preparing their children for Ecotopian life.
Now why, dear reader, would I waste the better part of a Saturday typing a lengthy presentation of a fictional school system? In some aspects the Ecotopian schools seem appallingly backwards; other aspects sound far too good to be true. Such are the pitfalls of speculative fiction.

But I should point out that Crick School has real-life counterparts scattered throughout the private school networks of the United States and other countries. These go by a variety of names; "democratic free schools" and "Sudbury-model schools" seem to be the most common labels. Although most do not emphasize the development of Gardner's "naturalistic intelligence" to the degree that Ecotopian education does, they are every bit as liberal in their curricula and classroom management techniques. Students choose their own topics for study and develop their own projects, working either alone or in heterogenous groups. Teachers view themselves primarily as mentors rather than authority figures or disciplinarians. Students enrolled in such schools report higher rates of satisfaction, motivation, and enthusiasm for their chosen studies than their public-school peers. Many blossom into brilliant artists, entrepeneurs, and university scholars. I doubt that very many would function well in mainstream corporate America, however.

So what, if anything, can we student teachers learn from the Ecotopian model? There probably aren't many practices that we could directly implement into a mainstream public classroom without being fired or worse. However, there may be lessons of a more philosophical nature lurking in this example. Here's what I take away from it:

Educational systems work to promote the interests and values of the states that control the schools. The nature of those interests directly shapes educational methodology.
Ecotopian culture values the harmonious existence of humanity within the natural world above all other concerns. That value system demands that all children not only learn how to appreciate the biological world, but survive in it. Beyond inculcating those basic nature skills and ethics, however, they care little about producing a homogenous academic competency within their workforce. In their eyes worker diversity mirrors biological diversity; the more diverse the better!

What, then, does our educational system tell us about our society's values and interests? Sir Ken Robinson thinks we want more university professors. Cynic that I am, I must conclude that our corporate masters desire an obedient horde of interchangeable wage-slaves willing to put up with unsatisfying jobs. (Have you filed those TPS reports yet?) Your interpretations may vary, of course, and I encourage you to share them.

Children may misbehave in class because they would rather be doing something else somewhere else with other people.
Conversely, children who have the freedom to pursue their passions may be less likely to act out in troubling ways. (Recall Sir Robinson's anecdote about the disruptive schoolgirl who grew up to be a dancer.) This strikes me as the most plausible explanation for the schoolground tranquility witnessed by Weston. With minimal limitations, every Ecotopian child had the freedom to partake in the educational activities that interested him or her most. On our side of reality, we medicate unruly children for the same reason that feedlot owners administer huge doses of antibiotics to their livestock: to keep them alive and trudging along in spite of the horribly unnatural conditions they must endure.

Those of us who go on to teach in public schools will probably not be able to grant our students this degree of freedom. (At least, not right away. Give us a few more years of economic turmoil and all bets are off.) The best we can do for the moment is to earn their attention by demonstrating our passion for the subject, incorporating their interests and ideas into our lesson plans, and integrating academic coursework with the world outside of school. Which leads to my last point:

The best learning may occur when teachers combine their efforts to blend content areas into a seamless body of working knowledge. Crick School activities and projects are massively cross-disciplinary in their scope. Think of all the different subjects that could be enriched through one of the backpacking expeditions mentioned by Weston: physical education, health, and biology are obvious; but also home economics through cooking and shelter-construction; mathematics and geography through map-and-compass orienteering; astronomy if you can get far enough away from any light pollution; animal husbandry if pack animals are brought along; and even history and archaeology by visiting the sites of old settlements. A team of teachers working together could even introduce all of this subject matter over the same trip.

When viewed through the lens of schema theory, this mode of learning appears ideal for maximizing comprehension, retention, and motivation. As teachers, we should not settle for presenting our subject as an isolated content area, independent of all others. Perhaps an analogy will provide the proper perspective. Solitary islands of schema lack the coherence of an archipelago connected by bridges and ferries. Cut off contact to one island, and it may fall into ruins over time. I've seen this happen to the relationship between students and mathematics. More than once, students who want to go into nursing have asked me, out of frustration, why they have to take the prerequisite college math courses. Apparently nobody bothered pointing out the role that statistical analysis plays in medical research, or the role that nurses play in such research. In fact, the use of medical statistics was pioneered by Florence Nightingale, of all people -- the founder of the modern nursing profession. (Great example of a female mathematician, by the way, although there are better ones.)

Elementary educators may have an easier time building content connections within our system as they work almost exclusively with one group of children all day, day in and day out, over the course of a school year. They have plenty of time to work with each day, and they don't have to worry so much about disrupting other teacher's schedules if they want to go on a field trip. Secondary teachers have more hurdles to clear. Such teachers must have a good working relationship with like-minded colleagues who teach other content areas if they wish to coordinate their classes.

So concludes another post. It certainly turned out longer than I anticipated. In the future, I will try to break such articles into a series of shorter posts. By the time I realized my problem, it was already too late... I now realize how addictive this form of writing can prove.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Poll Gadget Acquired

If you look to your right and just above my portrait photo, you'll see a survey question. Anyone and everyone who reads this blog is allowed -- nay, encouraged -- to vote. I also encourage my fellow EOU CJs to create polls on their own blogs; it could spark some great posts and comments all around.

To add gadgets to your blog, just click the "Customize" link on the navigation bar at the top of the browser window when viewing your own blog. This will take you to the layout editing page. Find an empty spot on your layout and click on the "Add Gadget" link. This opens a pop-up window with a list of free gadgets for your installation pleasure. Just click on the one you want and follow the instructions.

My inaugural poll concerns the main controversy surrounding Senate Bill 786, the Oregon Workplace Religious Freedom Act, which was voted into law by the state legislature last week. While the law broadens overall religious freedom by protecting workers' rights to wear articles of religious clothing (like the Muslim hijab or the Jewish yarmulke) on the job, it specifically avoids overturing an earlier state law that forbids teachers from doing so. Should that law stand? This topic came up briefly during one of Ray Brown's classes for the Blue Cohort, but we did not spend much time discussing it.

The poll closes next Thursday (July 30) at 11:00 PM. If you really want to sound off, feel free to add comments to this post. I will withhold my opinions until next Friday, so I don't sway the voting ahead of time.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

CJ Manifesto

A quick FYI, before the plunge: I will generally try to post on Friday afternoons. It sounds like a good time to debrief myself after the week's mayhem, and I should have a little breathing room to blog before diving back into whatever paperwork or research demands my attention. Somehow I have stumbled upon a little free time mid-week, so I might as well take advantage of it to bang out a little character exposition.

This would not be a proper teaching journal without an entry explaining why I signed up to learn a profession that would give normal people nightmares. I better get this out of the way now, so I can refer back to it when my students get one over on me and I find myself asking what fit of madness drove me to this end.

Teaching math was never a childhood dream of mine. School bored the hell out of me on most days, and piled busywork onto my afternoons and evenings. I rarely derived any satisfaction from the extracurricular social circuit, with the notable exception of my high school drama club. Math was not even my favorite subject in those days; it was just a relatively benign speed bump between rehearsals. Once I got out of school, I never gave math a backwards glance.

To make a long story short, I squandered the next several years after my high school graduation. Having no clear purpose or passion, I drifted. I bounced from a failed year in community college to a failed year in the US Air Force, and then worked a ski resort retail job for two winters in Utah. Then I went back to Hermiston, Oregon (where I went to high school) and tried stocking shelves at Wal-Mart. I couldn't even hold that gig down for two weeks before the fear and loathing set in. Truly, I had struck bottom.

My medical discharge from the Air Force qualified me for assistance from Vocational Rehabilitation. After issuing a battery of psychological assessments and career aptitude tests, they recommended that I return to college to explore the sciences, and see what tickled my fancy. So I returned to Blue Mountain Community College. My second term, four years after taking college algebra, I dove into trigonometry and loved it. I landed a part-time job with the on-campus peer tutoring service, and discovered a knack for tutoring math to people intimidated by it. The rest, as they say, is history.

The funny thing is, I spent three out of my four college years telling myself that I would just tutor my way through school. Then I would quit. Surely I could do better for myself by pursuing a master's degree in math, or a doctorate. My advisor thought I could go that route. But many more of my tutoring clients thought I would make one hell of a teacher, and they wore me down in the end. I realized that I enjoyed helping other people crack their problems more than I liked solving my own. It's great fun to drop hints for people, push them, pull them, question them, and encourage them along until you can hear the tumblers click into place as they come to the logical solution they swore they could never reach on their own. The education bug had worked its way into my bloodstream to stay, much like the malaria parasite.

I suppose I should not complain too much. There are worse fates than finding one's calling in life, after all. I just hope that I can still feel that way when things turn sideways in the trenches. I will get a taste soon enough when I begin to observe classes at my first student teaching placement. I will have to remember that teaching is not just something to be done for fun, or even for the student loan waivers. When I worked as a college-level tutor, I saw how the fear of math held people back and threatened to derail their goals in school and life. That never felt right to me. Math should help, not hinder; it should bend minds without breaking spirits. Whenever I managed to help some fragile soul by tutoring, I could not deflect the idea that if certain math teachers had done better by that student in middle or high school, he or she would not have needed so much help from me in college. Having thought that, I now feel obligated to go back to the secondary level and try to accomplish whatever good I can within an imperfect system.

So that's how I rationalize my particular brand of madness. Ever since I entered the MAT, I have wondered what prompted my classmates into signing up. Why are you learning how to teach? I look forward to your comments on that question, or your own blog entries on that topic. And no, your stories need not sound as maudlin as my wall of text.

First Time at the Board

Introductions are in order: I am enrolled in the Master of Arts in Teaching (MAT) program at Eastern Oregon University in La Grande. After the next thirteen months, I should be ready to teach middle school or high school math -- as ready as any greenhorn CJ can hope to be. This blog will track my progress through the MAT coursework and student teaching in the La Grande School District. When I finally get hired on somewhere as a proper math teacher, I will blog through the triumphs and tribulations of my first full-fledged gig.

I founded this blog at the behest of Sharon Porter, one of my MAT program instructors, with the goal of sharing our thoughts and experiences with EOU faculty and our fellow student teachers. Having said that, you are more than welcome to read and comment, dear reader, even if you have stumbled across this blog from the outside. Comments from well-weathered educators are especially welcome.