Theoretical Ruminations

A thought. Because the practice here is for teachers to circulate to rooms, I often enter a class to find the remnants of the previous lesson on the blackboard. A few times now that previous lesson has been history, and what I see on the board is a list of dates and terms. Now of course I have no idea what is being discussed, but based on the way my students react to what is written on the board, I can pretty well assume how that class went.

From the beginning I noticed that students were either writing down everything that I said, or copying what I put on the board word for word. Early in the year I decided to test this; I wrote a vocabulary word on the board, the first letter quite large, and each succeeding letter smaller. Later in the lesson, I casually circulated, eyeing students’ notebooks. Sure enough, many of them had written the word just as I had. I had neither given reason nor received question regarding my strange styling.

I’m trying to fit this small observation into a larger picture. Now, when countries are compared regarding certain educational competencies among the student population, the U.S. tends not to fare so well. Case in point is the fact that our math and science students tend to under perform their counterparts from abroad. Now, although this is oft bandied, the fact does remain that American students, by in large, tend to emerge from a decent education well suited in regards to creative, critical and independent thought. It is hard to deny our ability to foster the innovative spirit, thereby affording our students one of the greatest all around qualities they could possibly possess.

But again, there is that nagging reality that when it comes to fundamental building blocks, American students are somehow lacking. So I wonder if there aren’t two large and very different dynamics which we can ascribe to the educational process. If the American system is less concerned on fact/rote information and places a greater emphasis on personal exploration, then perhaps the result of this system will be to inspire individual creative thought to the detriment of a solid knowledge of relevant precedent. In other systems, more concerned with the learning of facts, there exists a uniform pressure among all students to get the material. Although admittedly such learning is not deep or meaningful, if facts can be appropriated for long enough, come exam time, this form of short term memorization will be rewarded.

As such, both systems have grave disadvantages. The former may not be firm enough regarding the learning of fundamentals – note this article – passing students who, while creative, lack a solid foundation for their creativity. The latter, although it stresses learning these “essentials,” does so in a way that ultimately short circuits meaningful learning, and thus does little to encourage students to move beyond the foundational stage. The first question is, which is worse, an elaborate structure lacking a solid foundation, or a solid foundation lacking anything built upon it? Of course these analogies and this entire line of thinking is simplistic, but since this is a rumination on methodology, things must be overly general. It seems that both systems sell students short in a way. But if I were to chose between the two, I’d certainly chose the former.

So how to reconcile the two? Even the most math/science/technology oriented minds need encouragement to dare and go beyond what is already known in order to truly excel. And yes, even the most artistically inclined must have a grasp of fundamental concepts and a working vocabulary relevant to any particular field of study.

This conundrum reminds me of two professors in college. On liked to ask, “what do you think?” quite often; in fact, so often, I felt that I would be perfectly content to tell myself what I thought without paying him to listen. He didn’t help lay a foundation that I felt was necessary in order to have a more meaningful discussion of what, indeed, I thought; therefore I remained hesitant in class. On the other hand, I had a professor who was so obsessed with getting out all the little factoids, that she missed many opportunities to venture into more philosophical discussions which the class so desperately wanted. In that case, one becomes resigned to passive absorption.

As a teacher myself, sometimes of American History, sometimes of “conversation,” I have to remember this often. My job as a teacher is primarily to convey information, but I want my students to 1) be able to really learn it, not just write it down exactly as I do and, 2) give them the space and incentive to build upon that which I convey. It hasn’t always worked, and I blame myself partly (this is after all my first year teaching,) but I also blame the system. Because of the unique situation I am in, my emphasis is on building creative-thinking and critical capacity. But, not receiving such impetus from their other teachers, I worry about coming across as the, “what do you think” professor.

I can’t give a pat answer to this one. Perhaps this is but a part of why teaching itself is such a challenging profession – teaching in the Peace Corps is maddening in fact. So I open this one up for comment, from teachers and lay people alike. How have you learned? What has left you excited and what has left you flat? How do you teach? What leaves your students bored and what gets them asking more after the final bell?

It’s 2:16 AM and I have class at 7:00… better go now.

Wise Words

In my American History class, we are currently looking at the Civil Rights Movement. As part of my research for class materials, I pulled up Dr. King’s “Letter from Birmingham Jail.” Although I had known about this document, I had never actually read it. I would like to share a part of it with you:

I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

As an individual who believes in progressive causes, this hits home. I remember that before the 2004 election I decided to give $50 to the DNC and canvass for Kerry one afternoon in New Hampshire. At that point, I believed that by actively assisting the Democratic cause, I could help bring about positive change. However, as time has progressed, the true color of our current Democrats has emerged, and if I may say so, it is Nantucket Red; aaah yes, but a shade off! Such is the state of things these days; with Democrats who enable reactionary Supreme Court justices and Democrats who support the Patriot Act, one wonders how we’ve been duped into supporting such characters.

And it it just as Dr. King laments; the majority of current Democrats are – moderates. They are “not now” people, they are “in time” people, and worst of all, they are “we’re on your side” people. Yes, this is the sad truth. If the Republican party is a rabid rottweiler rampaging through the backyard, then the Democrats are cardinals watching from the branches above; lacking wit or courage, all they can do is twitter as the destruction continues. So to all you Democrats who do little more than enable this mad dog, shame on you.

Blowin’ In

Tonight for dinner I had pork chops and mashed potatoes with thai hot chilli sauce. Mmmmmm. Regarding my previous post, well, I guess that is what you get with a PCV and a blog. Some days here really suck and every now and then I’m compelled to document my frustration. However, I want to emphasize that it represented a funky moment, and that I’m still here and doing what I need to be doing. Sometimes all you need to get it back together is a little time – just to decompress, do something else. Today was one of those thrilling days where spring was attempting to blow in but being resisted by winter. Most of the snow on the ground is now just water and there is a certain freshness in the air. I’m planning my vacation for April and will join a gym on Monday! I am also in planning stages for a student summer camp that I will run with another PCV. Fear not, WD loyalists, the show, as it must, will go on!

Mental Juncture

I’m entering a period of real oddness and contradiction now. Things are great and things suck. First off, what’s good. School – that is, my job is kinda moving more smoothly. I feel that we are getting more out of class, and that the trajectory there is positive. But, if we look at life outside of school, things just ain’t so hot. You are all probably sick of hearing the word Uzbekistan, but I really do miss what I had there. Here, my lifestyle is quite comfortable – that is, I have high speed internet at my apartment and hot water at the turn of a faucet. But that which makes one’s life really complete is missing. I miss not being a part of a family and I miss not having friends around. I don’t mean to bash the people here – indeed most of them have been quite nice – but as far as anything beyond that, I’m feeling cold. I just don’t feel like I’m in the Peace Corps… instead I feel like some American who is living here and doing a job. Though I know that quality relationships take time to form, I feel myself losing interest in doing so – and frankly, I don’t like that.

I have always been a person who is in a way contradictory. I am headstrong to a fault, but depend heavily on the support of those about whom I care – friends/family. Without getting too mushy, these things are the core of life. And though I’ve often felt like an outsider, many times in my life, here the feeling is simply more acute. Now, I talk with some of my friends here and other PCVs and find out this indeed is part of the whole experience, but I do feel, largely, disassociated from my own group even. Though perhaps it was partly my fault because of my extremely odd mental state when I first arrived here in RO this past summer, I can’t shake the feeling that – though it may be a comfortable place for me to be – it is not the right place for me to be.

And if I’m doing a job to pay the bills I guess that is one thing – but this is, or is supposed to be, much more. Although I enjoy the time I have to read and explore things I’d otherwise be too busy to do, part of me feels like something is not right. I don’t know where it all comes from; surely part of it is from myself – but in all honesty, one’s environment is crucial, and that just ain’t helping.

So what does it all mean. Am I being overly-sensitive? Giving up? Waiting for the magic bullet to just appear? Or, should I trust myself, and believe that what I feel at the gut level, though it may not be rational, is something to be respected? Is that irresponsibility or liberation? What I do believe is that it is hardly ever too late – what I’m not sure about is how it all translates.

Warm Milk

Well, I guess that everything happens for a reason. This morning, I should have woken up at 5:45 AM so as to prepare for my 7:00 AM class. On Mondays I teach six classes, beginning at this early hour, whereas on Wednesdays, only two classes, from 11 – 1. Anyway, point is that somehow I didn’t wake up and for the first time since I arrived here, I just didn’t show up for my job. I do wake up when I hear the phone ringing and my counterpart on the other end wondering where I am. So I quickly dress, find that I’ve left the milk out after cooking last night, and head over to school. Unfortunately I’ve already missed three of my classes – unprofessional. However, nobody seems to be too upset, “eeh, it happens.”

Before my last class a few students approach me and say that they have some friends visiting from the US, and would it be okay if they sat in on the class? Sure I say, and then they suggest that we hold class in the amphitheater. I should have figured then, but I didn’t. Well, I walk into the amphitheater and instead of 3 or 4 guests, there are roughly 20 people. The people, I find out, are from some kind of church affiliated group. Although most of you could probably guess my reaction to such types, I decide not to jump into any judgement and just go on with class.

It turns out that this was one of the best classes yet. Since I didn’t want to cover anything new today, we instead kind of did a general retrospect on the American History we’d studied thus far – what did we not talk enough about , what was cool, etc… Some of the members of this group participated in the class and in a very positive way. We ended up discussing the idea of “hindsight being 20/20” (which was, by the way, a new term for my students,) the importance of perspective, and other such abstractions.

I was a bit nervous at the beginning because I do not know this class so well (for some reason this class is always getting cancelled,) but things really picked up. It was also a bit of a test to be performing in front of a group of Americans (mostly youths but with some older folks as well.) After class a few of them came up and praised my teaching – and that felt great.

The bit about oversleeping was fortuitous because had I gotten up on time, I probably would have been much more tired by the time that last class rolled around… so, there you have it. Another interesting moment here in Romania.

Till next time,