What School Ruins

I am teaching junior level comp this semester at the University where I work and am finishing my PhD.  Because I like to be really busy, I am also spending two days a week each week observing 4 teachers and an noting how they teaching thinking, etc for my dissertation.  Two of the teachers I am observing are reading teachers and two are writing teachers.  How teachers teaching thinking is something that I am very interested in and something I don’t think schools do a good enough job of.  I believe that too often school is what the adults want and not what the students need.

Way back over 10 years ago, I wrote a senior thesis investigating how school kills the desire and love of reading in kids.  I read hundreds of literacy autobiographies written by teachers about their early love of reading and often how school killed that love for them.  This is something that has stayed with me and as a teacher, I tried to remember this as I didn’t want to kill my students love for reading, I wanted to ignite it.  Did I always succeed?  No.  Did I fall into the trap of this is good literature and you should read it?  Yes–most notably with Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying.  Did my students like it?  Not so much.  Did I make it interesting?  I tried.  Did I learn from it?  Yes.  Did my students learn from it?  Absolutely.

I love reading and have always been a reader–but that is nothing that school did for me.  I was the kid who was always reading a book hidden behind my textbook or in my lap (or sometimes passing notes–because so often school was boring).  I don’t remember anything I read in school–except Lord of the Flies.  I don’t remember it because of what we did in class with the book–but because the characters stuck with me.  I connected with them in may ways.  I was lucky that I already had a love for reading when I was in school, because I do know that school didn’t do anything to instill in me a love for reading.

What is point, you wonder?  Well, back to the Junior composition classes I am teaching.  The students turned in their first reading responses to me and the theme was consistent in many of them–“school made them hate reading.”  It makes me sad.  One student wrote that he hated the reading because it was often without point and purpose and seemed pointless to just write about a character and that it would have been much more interesting if he was able to write about what he thought and that if he had to write about what he thought he would have had incentive to do the reading but when he was just asked basic info–there was no incentive to do the reading.  Others wrote of their desire to read being killed by reading books that they didn’t enjoy and or books that they could not connect to.  They wanted to read books that were interesting to them.  They wanted to read–but they hated what they were asked to read.

I am of the belief that reading is reading and that any reading is good.  As a teacher, I believe that we can teach students how to think with nearly any piece of writing–they don’t have to be canonical texts.  The one thing that stands out to me regarding this is that the students don’t have a voice.  That the teachers are at the center.  The content is at the center and students are also the passive participants in their own education.

On the flip side, I am doing my doctoral research at a school and the students are clearly at the center in many ways–especially in terms of reading.  Teachers (especially English Language Arts) clearly want to instill/foster a love for reading in the students.  I applaud that.  But then I find myself questioning where the thinking is?  Reading for enjoyment is great and something we should encourage, but we need to also be teaching our students to think as well.  I think that is the problem in our educational system.  There needs to be a balance.  Student-centered does not mean free-choice.  It means that the students are the ones doing the thinking and creating the meaning.

School should be a place that gives students what they need and to encourage students to solve problems and be actively engaged in their own learning.  How do we get there?

 

How 60-Months Flies By

Aug. 23, 2006

It still seems like yesterday that we were in Ethiopia, clinging to hope that Noah would survive to be our son.  He was so sick when we arrived.  It still scares me to think about to this day–how many other children aren’t lucky like Noah to have had access to medical care.

60-Months ago this little man turned a couple into a family.  An amazing family.  A family that is perfect.

Aug. 21, 2006 (he went back to the hospital for another full day after this–not quite ours yet)

If only I knew 5 years ago what I know today.  I had no idea what it would be like to be a parent.  The joys and the struggles.  But I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.  It has been an amazing ride so far.  Tomorrow we start a new phase with Noah.  He starts kindergarten.  KINDERGARTEN.  I can hardly believe it.  It isn’t a big transition for us, as he has been in school for two full years now–but there is something momentous about this moment.  This moment that 5-years-ago we weren’t sure could be possible.  I have enjoyed every single day (regardless of the whining and tantrums).  I’m looking forward to this next phase.

 

Not Really A Cop Out

So isn’t this how most excuses start out?  I have been meaning to blog and to keep track here of my donations–which I am happily still doing–but I’m stuck in this transitioning summer time space.  The kids are home this week before school starts and we were on vacation last week and honestly I am swamped at work and with my dissertation research and I still haven’t written the syllabus for the class I am teaching that starts on Monday.  So, needless to say I have been busy doing things and haven’t had much time to write about them.

I haven’t been training much for the century I am suppose to ride on the 28th.  I have decided that after this weekend’s long ride that if I don’t feel really good and can’t keep up a good pace then I am just not going to do the century.  I don’t have anything to prove–I know I can ride a century–I have ridden two already.  My next goal is to ride one well and finish in under 7 hours.   I know I am not there yet and my BFF who rides with me is in much better shape than me and could easily ride a century in 6 hours.  She is so good to me and rides patiently with me–but I know it isn’t “fun” for her to take so long to ride that distance.  So, I’m cool with my decision to not do the century if I’m not ready.  There is another one in October that I’ll shoot for.  But if I am honest–I don’t have a lot of time to train for one with everything that is also going on in my crazy world.

I have some more money to donate–on average I have been able to put aside about $3 a day.   I know that doesn’t seem like much, but over the course of a month that is about $100 and over a year $1200.  Not bad at all.

I’ll update later this week with a new total of $ and who I am decided to donate to.

Vacay

It’s been an amazing week long break from the real world. We had a blast on our family vacay. It was certainly difficult at times-pleasing 8 people is hard, but we all had a blast. I love Vermont and Maine-happy to have made it to the latter. I’m exhausted and prepared for a long busy weekend when we get home.

One In 7 Billion On Vacation

I donate another $50 to Safe the Children. Not bad for 2 weeks worth of saving-not great, but I have to believe that every little bit helps.

Today we left for a much needed 7 day family vacation in New Hampshire. Do you know, I got to sit outside today and not sweat–I had forgotten what that felt like. It’s awesome. 79 degrees is a temperature sweet spot in my book.

Here is my view for the next seven days.