In my previous high school, like many schools in America, a teacher might start the year off with 40 kids in a class. 3 of those kids might have white skin, 34 of them qualify for free lunch (including all three of the kids with white skin), and 32 of them might test at least three grade levels below the one they are in, in either math or reading. If it is a freshman class, 18 of them might walk the line at the end of their senior year. Out of those 18, 8 will have passed a significant amount of their classes with grades higher than a “C”. In my experience, after teaching about 2000 students, these are the kids, regardless of test scores, that may have actually learned something useful in high school. Sorry but that is the best I can give you, 8 out of 40, 20 percent. I believe that in these big, traditional schools, we give a legitimate and sometimes excellent education to just 20 percent of the students that we are given. And I feel that is being generous. There are many schools who are improving. Taking this same traditional model that everyone is afraid to really change and just doing it “better”. Good for them. I give those kids a 35 percent chance instead. Sound cynical? 2000 students later, I just can’t help it.
Another thing we almost all do in the big American urban school on that first day, is look around for that 10 out of 40 that are going to give us the most amount of problems, either behaviorally or academically, and we start trying to figure out how to unload them. We do this by making the course seem difficult at the beginning, by cracking down harshly on unwanted behaviors (which can be pretty insane, no gory details today), and not smiling until Xmas. There are, of course, teachers who don’t do this. They never give up on any student, they demand high expectations from all and still show that they love them all. They are saints. The rest of us talk openly in the teacher’s lounge about the other strategies I mentioned. Sometimes laughing. Many people hate teachers for this and maybe for good reason, but you can’t hate someone without something of what you hate being a kind of reflection of yourself. I still love those teachers. They are my favorite people because I have been with them in the same trenches. I have learned about myself and my own strengths and weaknesses with them. I was educated and raised by them. But still, I’ve left the traditional high school model and hope never to return.
The school I am at now takes that 10 percent that, by necessity, most teachers weed out of their classroom at the beginning and engages them. No textbooks, no repetitive worksheets, just engaging and challenging materials. And when these kids are engaged, it gets intense. Like nothing I have experienced in teaching so far. I just finished my first three weeks at this school, just got up from a three hour nap and am ready to go to bed early. But it has been great. Not laughing til Christmas? Not a chance. I’ve never seen a group of kids so passionately argue about the economy of the town they live in, or build a giant tetrahedral Sierpinski gasket with such urgency. I’ve laughed out loud with them, been amazed by them, and have been left scratching my head in confusion more than once. I will write more about it in the weeks to come but I just needed to check in with some of my first impressions. I miss my friends from my old school, even miss the school a little. But I just can’t see myself ever getting back.
“There is this saying I hear repeated over and over in American education that confounds me. It is basically that if we can at least save one, we are doing our job. But really, if you only save one, you are a lot like the the Tralfmordians, a miserable race who deny free will while blithely accepting the destruction of the universe.” – Guru Muru