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Sunday at the Ballpark

K saw her first baseball game this weekend. It's amazing how many rules one doesn't really think about until trying to explain the game to someone who knows only the goal of hitting a white ball with a wooden bat. Fly balls and tagging up? Still just a little confusing for her, I think. The guys trying to entertain the crowd, though -- easy-peasy lemon squeezy...

Welcome Back, Terrence

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Dear Terrence,

Every year — every single year — I make the same promise to myself around the end of third quarter: “Next year I will start the year as an authoritarian jerk. I will rule my classroom with an iron cliche and only later loosen my grip.” It’s easier, after all, to loosen things than to tighten them up. And then by the beginning of the year, I begin second guessing myself. “Nobody likes a jerk,” I say, “and that would essentially would be acting like a jerk.”

It’s a delicate balance to achieve when you have a classroom filled with students of varying interest levels, social skills, intellectual abilities, cultures, races, economic realities, and a thousand other variables, and my job is to focus them all on one goal: improving their ability to read and to write. Some of them love school and are inherently interested in this common goal; some of them hate school and don’t care about anything I have to say; some of them love school but, being more mathematically inclined, are not inherently interested in what I have to teach; some of them don’t even seem to know what they’re doing in school; some of them have only one goal: attract as much attention as possible. And they’re all in my classroom.

This dilemma about how to open the year boils down to how to deal with one group of students: the disengaged, interest-lacking student who wants to pass most of the class period chatting. In other words, students like you, Terrence. Indeed, in every class — that is, in every on-level class — there is at least one Terrence who simply says what he thinks when he thinks it without any thought to the approriateness of the moment. I’ve literally had a student say, “If I think it, I say it.” If in that classroom, there are a few more students who, with that initial proding, will join into a conversation (in other words, they remain generally quiet until someone speaks to them), then we’re going to have little pockets of chaos throughout the classroom that add up to a disrupted and disruptive class. As the year develops and relationships grow, it seems like this might be easier to control, but the reality is often frustratingly the opposite. When you and your friends behave like this, Terrence, you rob others of an education, because I have to spend time dealing with your behavior rather than teaching.

To be a teacher, one has to be something of an idealist, somewhat naive regarding human nature. One has to look at these impulsive, often rude, sometimes cruel children — no more than two or three in a class — and think, “They must understand that their life can be better. They must want to change and simply not be able.” It’s easy to think of them even as victims — victims of neglect, of a shallow society, even of irresponsibile or possibly cruel parents. And so the second balancing act: to understand that they’re responsible for their own actions, but that they’re acting from habits formed in an environment not entirely of their choosing.

But naivete and idealism aren’t really necessary if I remember one thing: it’s all about the relationships. You and other students like you, Terrence, might have developed bad social habits because of a lack of positive adult relationships in your life, but I don’t have to be an additional, negative relationship simply in the name of “classroom management.” So at the beginning of this new school year, before I’ve even met you, I say to you what I say to every student. No matter what it feels like, no matter how harsh I seem to be, I am always on your side. It’s just that I’m on every student’s side, and when one student is taking from another her opportunity for an education, I am going to intervene and stop it. If that means coming down on you because your talking is disturbing others, then that’s what will happen; if that means coming down on others because their talking is disturbing you, then that’s what will happen. But no matter what, I am always on your side.

Regards,
Your Soon-To-Be Teacher

Burton Visotzky

[Belief] may be the battle of your life, but emotionally and intellectually, it could also be the most exhilarating one you’ve ever engaged in. Whether you experience God’s reality or are just intellectually intrigued by the idea, God can be a very real force in peoples’ lives – spiritual, emotional, supportive – that almost no other system can offer. But you must gird yourself for a fight and know that you’re going to have to try to reconcile very difficult things. Or at least hold them in suspension and bounce them back and forth and get tired. There’s no quick fix, but we have the benefit of drawing on thousands of years of religious thinking. You can’t learn it over a weekend. It’s an engagement for the rest of your life.

Rotary Phones and Education

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I am increasingly politically and fiscally conservative in a lot of areas, but concerning education…

Ken Robinson

The real role of leadership in education … is not and should not be command and control. The real role of leadership is climate control, creating a climate of possibility.

Silver Car, Red Face

It was certainly an expensive car, that silver Corvette we saw coming home from Mass. And it was certainly a powerful car: I've never driven one, but a company and culture do not put that much hype into an American-made sports car if it only barely outruns a minivan. I'm certain the driver takes a great deal of pride in being able to own such a car, but owning such a car tempts people.

2006 Chevrolet Corvette Z06

Having that much power at your disposal makes you want to show it off a little, to put the pedal to the metal, as the saying goes, and perhaps roar out of an intersection and leave behind all us mere mortals driving glorified aluminum cans. But having that much power and controlling that much power are two different things, so I couldn't help but giggle a bit when the driver of said automobile, in an effort to impress us all, roar out of the intersection, lost control of his car, and took out a line of hedges.

Fortunately nothing hurt but the hedges and a middle-aged man's toy and ego.

The Smallest Pets

The advertisement was on the back of every single issue of Boy’s Life magazine, the offical publication of the Boy Scouts. I never really knew what they were, but Sea-Monkeys seemed like fascinating creatures. Of course it was obvious even to a ten-year-old that the ad was full of hyperbole. In reality, they’re brine shrimp, incredibly small creatures with a short life span. I was fascinated but never enough even to broach the subject with my parents: I knew from the quality of the ad itself and its exaggerating tone that it had to be a scam. But how cool would it have been if they were only half of what they were advertised?

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Had I really thought about it, I would have realized that there is a better alternative for small pets, a much more intelligent and interesting alternative: an ant farm. When K, L, and E returned home this afternoon with an ant farm, I wondered why I’d never thought of it as a kid.

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But that’s one of the many advantages of being a parent: one gets to re-live certain childhood by your daughter’s side.

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I'm not in teaching for the income but for the outcome.

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