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Schools of Thought

Translating education research into usable knowledge

Posting

Wednesday, April 19, 2006
As you all may have noticed, I haven't been posting here lately. Simply put, I don't have much to say at the moment. I'm immersing myself in reading TFA pre-summer-institute materials and giving myself a crash course in Spanish, so the concrete immedeacy of teaching has superceded policy. And, if I don't feel that I have anything interesting to say, I'm not going to waste your time. So I'm going to take the rest of April off from blogging so I can concentrate on the preparatory tasks at hand, and I'll resume come May 1. Try not to miss me too much!

Support beams

Wednesday, April 05, 2006
So while my students were constructing their colonial houses primarily out of popsicle sticks, I learned something:

Jorge's one heck of an engineer. The kid had built his walls with support beam sticks and everything (with no instruction to do so). It was actually a sturdy structure. Best in the class. I probably couldn't have built one better myself.

And that's the tradegy of it all -- that Jorge has talents, but if he never learns to read or write well, his opportunities in life will ultimately be limited. I can see him being pegged as just the type of kid to be shunted into vocational ed., but I've got a problem with that. Jorge, all of 10, or all of 15, shouldn't have his opportunities carved away because the system has, in whatever fashion, failed to get him to where he needs to be, or at least to give him the chance to get there himself. Sure, he (and i'm generalizing the case out now) could probably make a fine auto mechanic or contractor, but what about the opportunity to become an architect? A design engineer? Those are things that take advanced training -- in most cases, college.

I'm not saying, and I've never said, that every kid needs to go to college. Only that every kid needs to have the opportunity to go to college. And I look at Jorge, poor writer, poor reader, bright child, budding engineer, and I think: Here is hope and despair, all within the body of a child four and a half feet tall.

A ghetto mexican named pepito

Monday, April 03, 2006
I know now how I'm going to become rich. I'm going to take two pieces of my students' work, frame them, and put them in an art gallery somewhere under the exhibit titled "The Achievement Gap." They might be two pieces like the ones penned today by a 5th grader we'll call Jorge and a 3rd grader we'll call Michelle. The writing prompt was "The most exciting thing I did this weekend was..."

Jorge responds:

"The most exciting thing I did this weekend was... selpt at 5.30 a.m. I met a ghetto mexican named pepito. i also had a party in the pool. That is what i did."

(by the by, being asked by an 10-year-old, "Mr. H, how do you spell 'ghetto'?" is one of the stranger experiences in life)

Michelle, two years Jorge's younger, answers with five pages of clear prose providing with stunningly few errors an almost absurdly detailed account of every hour of her weekend.

We often talk about the achievement gap in terms of numbers or statistics, but it's real, and it's kids in our classrooms. If you ever need a sense of purpose, just visit one for an hour. You'll come away a zealot.