Day: September 22, 2008

Locked out

I wish this were a metaphor, or something deep, but it’s not. It’s just cute.

Last week, one of my multivariable calc students was late to class. No excuse, he just forgot to leave the break period on time. He was a good 5 minutes late, so me and the other students closed and locked the door, and when we heard him knocking, we starting talking — really loudly — about all this candy we had that we were eating, and throwing around calculus terms. It didn’t make sense, what we were saying. It was just us having a little fun.

After 30 seconds of this, we let him in, and I was like: “Oh, guys, we’re so silly. We should have moved the whiteboard (it’s on wheels in this classroom) in front of the door.”

Of course, Monday comes about, and I open the door to my classroom, and what do I see and hear? I see a whiteboard covering the entrance, and I hear my students — who have all arrived early to do this — talking loudly about candy.

It warmed the cockles of my heart. (Not that I know what a cockle is, nor whether my heart has them or not. But still. You get the point.) [1]

[1] Okay, I had to look this up. This is what I found.

Nail in the coffin, dead in the water, …

Whatever phrase you want to use to mourn the loss of my start-of-the-year ambition, use it.

I had what I thought were two really good ideas that I wanted to head up in my school this year.

  1. An academic journal, where students could submit research papers they are proud of, for consideration for publication.
  2. A professional development group that focused on making a bridge between the math and science curricula in the upper school (high school). So, for example, the math department should teach logarithms before the chemistry students learn about pH. It is especially important that we do this now, since the math curricula in the upper school is being completely redrawn and this is the time we can shift things around easily. [1]

Both were shot down. [2]

What’s the most sad part about this? An invidious seed has been planted in the back of my head. Each time I get an idea of something I want to take on to help make my great school an even better school, to help improve student learning, to get students excited about learning, to get teachers excited about what they’re doing, about anything, I know I’m going to think about these two ideas that never materialized and think twice about pursuing it.

My more optimistic, excitable self back tomorrow. For the next couple hours, I’m going to be in mourning.

[1] In my school, we are required to join a professional development group which meets half a dozen times a year. These groups are led by faculty and span topics like “Space and Pedagogy” to “The Brain” to “Diversity” to “Critical Friends Group” (don’t ask what that is). Historically these groups have been cross divisional — so we’d have lower school teachers and upper school teachers in the same group — and cross departmental.

[2] The first was shot down because there are teachers who want to encourage students to submit their good research papers to other journals, and having our own journal would get in the way of this.

The second was shot down because — even though there was enough interest among math and science teachers, and both math and science department heads were excited enough by it that they wanted to join — the other potential leader of this group and I wanted to restrict the people in it to math and science teachers in the high school. For obvious reasons. It requires a bit of a long-winded explanation about the culture at my school why this would be frowned upon. But I think it boils down to this: if the professional development committee were to approve this, it would be setting a precedent it is hesitant to set.

Without going on a “oh gosh he’s complaining again” riff, I’ll just say that I find the reasons against both rather specious. But I don’t want to rock any boats, make any waves. I’m going to let them die in peace.