I promise I’ll bring this back to teaching and math, but not in this post. In this post, I wanted to show you something I made a few summers ago with one of my friends. It’s a graphical representation of a social network she’s embedded in.

(Click picture to make bigger.)

Each node is a person.

Each different color/style of line represents a different relationship.

• best friends
• friends
• crush (one person with a crush on another)
• crush (both people have crushes on each other)
• relationships
• hookups
• questionable hookups (meaning: my friend is pretty sure there has been a hookup, but there has been no confirmation)
• kiss
• for sure enemy (this is often only in one direction)
• questionable enemies (meaning: my friend is pretty sure that at least one person secretly hates another, but there is no confirmation)
• broken relationships
• labmates
• roommates
• former roomates
• has a crush but won’t admit it to themselves or others

Graphviz

Indiana Jones IV had so many problems with it that even the extraordinarily high level of suspension of disbelief that I’m able to endure was taxed in the first five minutes…

And although I can say a lot about what has made it so horrifying, I’d rather just show you one prime example: the inability to distinguish between the villanesse and Willy Wonka.

But to make yourself feel better, you can watch this new 3 minute and 19 second Weezer video which verges on genius, which is the opposite of Indiana Jones IV.

Today I was asked to fill out a little “faculty bio” of myself. In my school, students list their top 3 choices for advisers each year, and by some mysterious process that probably involves a Sorting Hat, the students get portioned out into homerooms. The students make their choices after reading the various faculty bios.

Here’s what I submitted.

1. Department: Math
2. Classes you will be teaching next year: Algebra II/Trigonometry, Calculus, Multivariable Calculus
3. Two of my Favorite books: Drawing Theories Apart: The Dispersion of Feynman Diagrams in Postwar Physics (David Kaiser), The Secret History (Donna Tartt).
4. Last book read: Dead Souls (Gogol)
5. Favorite Movie: Igby Goes Down
6. Favorite thing to do with your homeroom: Relax and prepare for the day. Put large ships in small bottles. Thumb my nose at those who don’t love “Veronica Mars.” Force my advisees to do really hard math problems. I mean, really, really hard.

Okay, so here’s a story I somehow missed from a few months ago. A lecturer of writing at Dartmouth created quite a stir with a threat (then removed, then reinstated) of suing her students and some colleagues. Why? Discrimination. (Honestly, though, who knows of what kind. Even after reading everything, I’m at a loss.)

There have been a bunch of writings on the topic, most of which I’ve read, but you can get the overview with this initial article, and then chase it down with a much more interesting interview with the lecturer herself [1]. She alleges, when it comes down to it, that her students were bullies because they didn’t agree with or show sufficient respect to her and the ideas she was proffering.

The reason this controversy spoke to me is partly because the lecturer was teaching a class on Science, Technology, and Society. That’s my undergraduate major and an interest of mine in graduate school (and an amateur interest of mine today). And teaching STS to undergraduates is tough. Believe me — not only did I take a number of courses where the professors and their TAs had their hands full, but also because in graduate school, I TAed for a couple courses which were on STS or STS-themes.

It’s hard work. Here it is laid bare. Getting students to understand the concept that perhaps Science should be spelled with a lowercase ‘s’ and that it doesn’t necessarily always progress to Truth with a capital ‘T’ is mind-blowing for them. It takes a long time for them to even grasp onto that idea. That science is somehow intimately related to culture is contradicted by everything they’ve been taught. Many initially rail against these ideas because they think of science as this Objective thing which can’t have anything to do with culture. It deals, they think, with mathematical equations and physical laws of the universe, and has very little to do with the people who are writing the equations and deriving the laws of the universe

The lecturer notes in her interview:

So there was immediate friction, because basically the concepts that I was trying to bring to them were concepts I was not inventing on my own. They were concepts that were part of the field, and I was trying to bring it to the table. It offended their sensibilities, because the whole course of “Science, Technology, and Society” was about problematizing science and technology, and explaining the argument that science is not just a quest for truth, which is how we think about science normally, but being influenced by social and political values. Now I’m not telling you this to convince you of this. I’m just saying that this is the framework with which I approached the course—that I wanted to bring this view that science and technology; there’s an ethics behind it.

Once you can get them to cross over to the human side of things, you generally can then start talking about scientific innovation, paradigm shifts, and the cultural side of science. It’s hard work. And you can’t win over every student. But the best and most fruitful conversations that I had with my students as a TA, that I had as an undergraduate in my many STS classes, that I had in graduate school with other graduate students, was fighting over the framework. Disagreeing with it, playing around with it, falling in love with it. It’s controversial stuff, not the least of which is because some of it’s hard to read, some of it is hogwash, and some of it goes beyond being radical.

What reading the interview with the lecturer indicates to me, however, is that she probably just doesn’t know how to teach well. Who knows? I wasn’t there. But some choice-quote indicators:

I think that sometimes when you have some students and some instructors they mix like oil and water…

The whole integrity of the course, the whole academic integrity of the course was undermined because it never became about the students meeting my expectations, it became about me meeting their expectations. They abrogated that right. They abrogated, they turned the tables around. Bullying, aggressive, and disrespectful.

I talked about ideas that were strange, I came off as very eccentric. I can’t make things up, I can’t read their mind. So they would use any type of vulnerability. They would use this and write these horrible evaluations that hardly reflected my efforts and quality of my teaching.

I said what you did was unacceptable. They started arguing with me. I said fine. You think you know everything. You think you know everything without the knowledge base to boot, without the training, you think you have a command of all the knowledge in the world at this stage in your life, then I’m sorry, that is fascism and that is demagoguery.

That’s very arrogant because frankly, and I’m not trying to be an academic elitist, but frankly, they don’t even have a B.A. They’re freshmen.

I think a lot of professors are like, I’m the boss of the classroom and you listen to me, and that’s probably the norm. I’m a little more lenient, I’m a little more liberal, and I think this was kind of taken advantage of. I think also that many times when I was lecturing, many of the students would take over the class.

While they took over the class, the students that were questioning me would not question the student, but they would consistently question me.

She was probably the most abrasive, the most offensive, the most disruptive student. She ruined that class. She ruined it. She ruined it. That class actually had a lot of potential, there were some really bright kids there, but every time she would do a number of things that were very inappropriate… One of the things that she did, this is also really interesting, was that she would always ask me how to spell things. That was her thing. She would say how to do you spell this? How to you spell that? I mean—what am I supposed to do?—so I would tell her.

Yeah, I think professors are not immune from being questioned. I’m not saying that these scholars I’ve studied should not be questioned, but the comments I was getting on my papers were like “Oh, this thinker is like, the worst writer in the whole wide world,” or “This thinker thinks they know everything,” and I would be getting irrational things from them.

So yeah. I’m not sure she is knows how to teach. My sense is — and again, who am I to know? — she didn’t introduce the concepts slowly enough for the freshman. They’re hard concepts. She might not really have a (good) classroom management style, so the students ended up taking over the class. And the biggest thing that drives me nuts about this? She didn’t capitalize on their questioning, their dissent. That’s where the learning takes place, because it’s in the dissent that their confusion can be seen. Their assumptions teased out. And the truly academic dialogue can take place. She seemed to want her students to get it because she said so.

Academia isn’t about teaching. At least not at the big research universities, where research is privileged. That’s one of the huge reasons I had to leave grad school. The blame probably should be spread out a bit more. Still, a fascinating case study, tying together my interests in teaching and my interests in STS.

[1] A whole slew of links are here.

Each year, my school provides each teacher with $100 of “professional development” money. I don’t know exactly why they call it that (hence the quotation marks). For things like conferences, online courses, etc., we have a really great fund to tap into. No one I have talked to has ever been denied money from that fund. This $100 is more of a mystery. You have to submit receipts for it, and it needs to be for things relating to school. I could buy school supplies, for example. Professional development? Tenuous.

And, in fact, each year there’s a book fair with tons of books for students and teachers to buy from. It’s a fundraiser for yet another something or the other. I learned that it’s tradition for teachers to never use their money during the year, and during this week in May, pick out $100 worth of books from the fair to count as their “professional development” money. This practice is so institutionalized that you don’t ever have to take out your wallet to get the books; the people running the book fair just write your name down and the total amount you’ve spent on a piece of paper and you’re done.

Streamlined, and sweet. Just the way I like it. [1]

I’m not complaining. How could I complain about this? But I do wonder why this money needs to be couched in terms of “professional development”? (No matter how broadly you look at it, my Martha Stewart books will never be professional development.) My suggestion: why not just call it a “we like you teachers and we want to give you a little pick me up” perk and be done with it?  I like my school. But for some reason, getting a $100 and being it’s told because “we like you teachers and we want to give you a little pick me up” is just so much more satisfying than “professional development.” So I’ll pretend that’s what it’s explicitly earmarked as and go along merrily.

[1] I know you’re wondering… I bought two very smart-looking hardcover Martha Stewart books (“classic” and “new” recipes), Middlesex (Jeffrey Eugenides), and The Secret History (Donna Tartt). I’ve read the Donna Tartt book before. One of the best books I’ve ever read, hands down.

I had the end game in sight. I carefully planned out all my Algebra II classes so that we could learn the very basics of matrices and systems of equations, and have one last quiz on them, before the school’s official “review days” kick in. (No assessments during those days.)

Everything was peachy keen.

Until I learned that, oh, yeah, the school was taking away one of my classes and giving it to an Academic Awards Ceremony. Which is fine, I can deal. But that’s one of those things that get slipped through the cracks in terms of “let’s tell new teachers that the awards presentation is during class!”

The point is, everything had been planned out. I had dotted every i, crossed every t. (The jots and tittles were there, I swear!) Now with that class given up to the awards ceremony, everything gets totally screwed up in terms of teaching. It’s not just missing that one class, but it’s a perfect storm. One consequence is that, get this:

there will be a stretch of 7 days (that’s including 2 weekend days) that I don’t see one of my Algebra II classes, due to something or another.

Let’s go through them in order: there’s the one day that week we don’t meet regularly (rotating schedule), there’s a high school field trip day, there’s the awards ceremony day, there’s saturday and sunday, there’s memorial day, and there is registration day.

There are other issues, in terms of the quiz I was going to be giving them. Normally, this is all no sweat. I roll with the punches, I can jiggle something here and finagle something there. But in end game mode, you have nothing to adjust to make everything work. I’ll pull a Tim Gunn, and it’ll all play out nicely. It’s just annoying that I have to pull a Tim Gunn in the first place.

As an aside, sorry for all the metaphors, or whatever I’m doing (“roll with the punches,” “end game,” “jot and tittle,” “perfect storm,” “slipped through the cracks”). I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

So I got a rather strange email from a parent yesterday, but one of the problems of blogging under my own name is that I can’t quite go into specifics about things like this. But the point is, it made me wonder what the parent could possibly have been thinking to send the email.

With that said, what’s clear from reading the blogosphere is that teachers put up with a lot of strange requests. My favorite place for reading that sort of stuff is on Learning Curves… which aperiodically posts the warped way his college students think about school and grading and fairness.

Which reminded me of being a Teaching Assistant for a number of history courses at UCLA.

I too had a lot of strange requests and goings on… so I comisserate.

An email I sent a student:

The students response started

• I see I’ve been caught. I’m not sure how to respond.

Emphasis mine. That’s one of my favorites.

Another one of my favorites (I have a million of them):

• I just wanted to ask you a few questions concerning my grade. How far was I from getting a B-, I received a C+ in the course? I would like to mention that I had to take two finals back to back the day of the final. I would also like to mention that I had spent the majority of tenth week and half of my finals week working on a project for my aircraft design class. It was a group project that entailed the design of an aircraft, a presentation, and the review of another group’s project. Like all of the groups in that class, we didnt get our work done until the last minute. As a result, I only had 1 and a half days to get ready for two finals. I was very stressed out those last few days of finals week with all the work I had to cover. I only ask that you please take this into consideration.

If these sorts of things were isolated cases, that’s one thing. But these emails aren’t. And that makes me wonder what they are thinking when they send an email like this, just like I wondered what that parent was thinking. What they think education is, college is, grades are… Because clearly they live in a world totally different than the world I inhabit.

Conclusion: I’m so happy to be teaching high school students.