Monday, September 5, 2011

What Is Teaching? What Is Learning?


I’ve read several articles lately from homeschooling friends. They applaud families who jettison traditional educational models, requirements, testing, and curricula. They adopt child-directed education. Homeschoolers love this idea – that almost all children, left to themselves, will seek out learning on their own terms, and eventually accumulate a reasonable facsimile of a good education, without all the pain and expense of the public system.

And to some extent, they are right.

I agree that the public system particularly, and private schools if they model them, are woefully on the wrong track. The emphasis on end-of-year testing especially is misguided. I spoke with a woman this past week whose husband teaches history in an “alternative school” that emphasizes outdoor learning, only for the 10th grade year. The kids come each semester and all they ask is: what do I need to know for the test? They want to take in the information, regurgitate it for the test, and be done. They’re shocked to find that this school doesn’t function that way.

This article posits that our schools do this by design, that the whole intent of the public school method is to produce little factory workers. I’ve heard others voice this opinion also. (Doesn't the documentary Waiting for Superman say this also?) We are creating a populace of yes-men and –women, who will work for the boss and not challenge authority.

But I’m not worried. If that’s the system’s goal, it’s certainly failing. First of all, parents and children aren’t buying it, since more are abandoning the public system each year. And the public-educated kids aren’t little drones either. The modern teen, acquiescent? Hardly. Unrebellious? I don’t think so. Willing to kowtow to authority? No sir. Compliant? Have you seen what they’re wearing? Ha!

If anything, our teens today think the world revolves around them, not around their bosses or teachers. We have a child-centered world, plain and simple, not a boss-centered world. And lest you think these teens will have a rude awakening in college, many colleges are following the same track. So I disagree with this first article. Frankly, our public schools are designed to support their own huge bureaucracy. The system is the factory, spitting out children. And all factories work easiest if they produce identical items – cookie-cutter kids. The system has one, low standard. No one cares what kind of cookie it is, as long as it is produced. And since the kids all love being alike as well, it works for everyone.

Homeschoolers want their kids to be unique – to be themselves. This article on unschooling shows this preference. Children direct their own studies. They may disregard math or reading if they like. Parents assume they’ll eventually pick subjects up, when they need them. If they need them. Children pursue the things they love. They craft an educational world in which they are the monarchs. The world of thought and experience conforms to them. The feelings of exhilaration and conquest this brings give the child confidence. The noble goal is for the child to love learning for life, and to “get the classroom out of the way.” Both classroom and teacher are viewed as obstacles to the goal: a child who grasps his life with both hands and forms it into what he wants. He needs no one else to instruct him. He is his own best teacher.

I would be excited about this model (it is appealing), except it runs counter to all I know as a Christian. God does not desire my independence. He does not want me to grasp my life with my own hands, or direct my own life, in learning or elsewhere. He wants me to learn dependence on Him, and usually He does this by teaching me dependence on others. He doesn’t want me to grow accustomed to having what I want when I want it, to move on to the next area of learning just because I’m bored with the previous one. God usually makes me wait painfully, and develop patience.

I ask you: which model seems more to resemble God’s classroom of life – a classroom with an in-charge teacher at the head, and a child waiting twenty minutes for everyone else to finish, or a child launching out on his own, directing his own day and his own pursuits, gratifying his own thoughts and desires?

I’m a little scared to say this, but my dear homeschooling friends, we need to examine carefully whether the educational models we’re using for our children are godly ones, ones that will familiarize them with the way God will teach them.

A final article was so appealing to read; a teacher in a small Classical school enjoyed a serendipitous experience with his students – a Eureka moment, if you will. He had come to school with a lesson plan, but noticed immediately that his students were bored.

Bored students! Oh no! Say it isn’t so!

[When, oh when, will we accept that a bored student is not our fault? It is not our job to entertain? It is not our job to find a way of teaching that tastes like candy? (Dismount from soapbox.)]

I’m glad this his students ended up enjoying the class, I really am. That's a good thing, when it happens. I know exactly how he feels. (I’ve taught Beowulf myself.) Engaged, eager students are a delight. But this teacher took a huge risk. He was lucky – purely lucky – that the lesson went as it did, that one student made the connection for him (yikes!), and that the discussion finally got back around to understanding oral tradition in story-telling. Frankly, I don’t want to hope my lessons in the classroom are productive, if and when a student comes up with a nifty idea. How long was his class period? An hour? What did he accomplish? He very successfully communicated the definition of one term to his class, in that time. Frankly, in a Classical model, a definition like that should have been acquired years before. By the rhetoric stage, they should be beyond definitions.And the expressions they give in the rhetoric stage should be better crafted.

He says we teachers should be malleable in the classroom. To respond to the leading of the Spirit, or the Muse. I personally have always felt that there is a body of knowledge out there that students should attain to. As a teacher, I should acquire it before them. I am their leader. As my education broadens, so does theirs. I assume they are not always willing participants, that they are fallen and sinful. I assume they will need prompting and correction. They will be bored, and it’s not my fault. They will be lazy, and it’s not my responsibility. I must enthusiastically encourage them to throw off  boredom and laziness, and engage themselves. I cannot do it for them. I assume they should be malleable to me, not me to them – and both of us are malleable to the body of learning we have set for ourselves. Was the classroom experience this man describes a good teaching day? Yes. (Well, most of it. I would have left out the aliens, watermelon fields, and Harry Potter.) Shame on him for not thinking of it first.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Blogasbord Delights

Well, I suppose I should withhold judgment on whether these delicacies are "delightful," until after you read them!

Rachel Held Evans: She's a big-time Christian blogger. This past year she's set a high task for herself, A Year of Living Biblical Womanhood. Here's a "table of contents," so to speak, of the various aspects of this project, as she's tackled them month by month. And here's a page where she talks more about what this project is about, and why she's doing it. Is it silly? Misdirected? Done for publicity? Sincere? I don't know. But I do think it's interesting. I wouldn't undertake such a project, because I frankly think my time would be better spent in matters of the heart instead of  matters of the body, but I'm not so sure. She may be discovering that, as she disciplines these physical areas, she finds spiritual truths that had eluded her. I haven't been following her blog, so I don't know.

Monster Gluten? It seems our society cannot escape our obsession with food, and every few years we find a new Food Villain. Right now, I think it's The Gluten Monster. But ... whole wheat causing mental illness? The reasoning here was a stretch for me, and I consider myself somewhat fanciful.

Passive Eating? This did make me giggle, because we all remember the horror of Passive Smoking. Those who smoked cigarettes in any enclosed space seemed to have the upper hand over us who did not smoke, since they controlled the air quality. Now, we must all guard against the dangers of passive eating, i.e. being tempted by the foods others eat. I must say though, that the fast food industry is a menace to our health. However, I think we should be able to manage the menace with self-control, rather than government regulation.

Gibson Guitars: Anybody else heard of this fiasco? Evidently the Dept. of Justice is upset about some woods the guitar-maker is using. Solution? Please export your work to another country. I couldn't believe it myself!

Pilgrim's Progress: This is what Julia and I are reading for school. A wonderful Christian analogy and Biblical instruction? Yes. Good Elizabethan story-telling and diction? Yes. A win-win for school. This etext is from University of Virginia. They have a wonderful online library of documents, free to all.

A Mountain Birthday

It's not every day that there's a 150th birthday party! Today our town had a huge street celebration for the sesquecentenial of our county.
They had a rather large cake. Okay, I think this one was just cardboard, but they did have an 800 lb. cake too.
We joined with some friends. You can't really tell, but that car is exactly like the Mayberry patrol car from The Andy Griffith Show.
The town handed out free popcorn, free water and lemonade, and free ice cream. That was mighty nice!
Julia pretended momentarily to be an old-timey post mistress.
She made a candle. (They had quite a few "living history" exhibits with hands-on crafts.)
This homeschooling dad is a blacksmith, and he brought along a mini-forge for the kids to try. His wife had a display of home-canned foods. They also do Revolutionary War era re-enactments, so they have all the period garb.
He made the helmet above. Here, Julia is banging away at a hook that he allowed the children to make. They formed it, and then he put a hole into the flat end, so it can be mounted on a wall. Very nice!
Julia stands by some of his other wares. The chain mail suit was made by his son when he was 14, from a single piece of wire.
We saw people dancing.
And listened to lots of beautiful mountain music. Note the kiddos listening. Aren't they cute?
Oh, I forgot to show you the picture of the blacksmith's bellows. He made this himself.

Julia and her friend looped their hooks together and played tug-a-war, of course.
We drove home, tired, sweaty and thirsty, but happy about our good day in town. The fields and mountains quieted us. I do love being in this place.


Girl Spa Time!!

Julia joined other homeschool girls last night for a "teen spa night" at a friend's home. What a great time they had! After initially being a little quiet, they began to giggle and have fun, and ... well ... the night was hilarious and great!
They started out writing down questions/concerns about skin care.
They enjoyed trying all the products: cleansing gel, toner, exfoliant, and moisturizer. We older girls know all about a "skin care routine," but these girls were mostly hearing it for the first time. Julia looks scared. "Exfoliate?"
They had fun doing their faces. Then ALL of them walked around to all their friends, touching each other's faces and saying, "That's so soft!"
The mom in charge emphasized the importance of avoiding sunburn, and keeping healthy skin. I'm sure somebody told me that when I was 13, but was I listening? No! Oh, those many summers on the beaches of Pensecola ....
They did "foot spa" too, in the big tub. Cute little feet!
Julia kept saying, "Mom!!!" when I would take a picture. The other girls hid. But I wasn't the only mom with a camera!


Thanks to our friend for this wonderful evening! Let's do it again!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Self-expenditure

Below are a smattering of quotes from Oswalt Chambers, for the past two days. They are so convicting! This is the life God wants for us. Are you willing?

"Continually restate to yourself what the purpose of your life is. The destined end of man is not happiness, nor health, but holiness .... Do I believe I need to be holy? ...God has one destined end for mankind, holiness. His one aim is the production of saints. God is not an eternal blessing-machine for men; He did not come to save men out of pity: He came to save men because He had created them to be holy."

Jesus did not say, "He that believeth in Me shall realize the blessing of the fulness of God," but, "he that believeth in Me out of him shall escape everything he receives." Our Lord's teaching is always anti-self-realization.... His purpose is to make a man exactly like Himself, and the characteristic of the Son of God is self-expenditure .... Spiritually, we cannot measure our life by success, but only by what God pours through us, and we cannot measure that at all."

"It is time now to break the life, to cease craving for satisfaction, and to spill the thing. Our Lord is asking who of us will do it for Him?"

I know for some of my friends, this is hard to read, because you are already very hard on yourselves, and perhaps are already pouring out your lives for others. But Mr. Chambers's words are for those of us who, in our selfishness, have a hard time giving anything up. We want self-realization. We want personal happiness. We insist on our own goals for our lives. We say we are God's children, but we rebel against His will for us.

Self-expenditure. What an excellent reminder of what we should be about! How hard it is to do!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

In Which We See Many Lovely Things

First lovely: Hunter's view of the mountains. Their lone pine is an inspiration.
Second lovely:Friends, new and old. Here are Julia, Chris, Mother, Hunter, Judy, Barbara. Good friends are more lovely than anything else.
Third lovely: China cups. They hold so many possibilities of delight.
Violets, ah violets. They are almost more beautiful than the food we put on them. Almost.
Fourth lovely: Hunter's special gossamer napkins. I hate to use them, but I'm messy so I must.
Fifth lovely: Tea food! This cheese -- oh my! It's a Spanish cheese called Manchego. (I hope I got that right. It's probably  Mexican cheese called something else, but I tried to remember!) It is delicate and smooth, perfection on a cracker.
Hunter's memorable Devonshire cream and jam.
My plate, before it was attacked. Those are Hunter's homemade scones. All so yummy.
Sixth lovely: An elegant cat. Her name is Sarah Jane. Or as we call her, The Prodigal.
Seventh lovely: Surprise visit from old friends! We returned from our time at Hunter and Howard's home, and who do we find in our living room? JD and Karen! They've been gone a long time, and it was fun to see them again.

Beautiful Drive

On the way to a friend's house on Monday, I decided to take a slightly-longer but much-more-beautiful route. The two-lane road meanders through fields and then snuggles down next to this stream.
Around some curves, you suddenly catch a view of sparkling water tumbling over clusters of rocks. The late-summer greenery droops toward the water.
People along this road sometimes have access to their properties only by way of wooden bridges, barely a car's width wide.
I think they're lovely. As I'm skimming along the road to my appointment, I'm wishing I could stop and walk across, and find whatever is on the other side.