A meditation:
"I charge thee therefore before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ.
. . . Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove,
rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and doctrine." 2 Timothy
4: 1-2
It was a small thing, really, just a week long seminar for high
school teachers, a largely self-selected group who saw their mission
as corralling the best and brightest students and challenging
them with a rigorous curriculum that essentially taught them to
think in a box. A good box, a nice box, but a box none-the-less.
Their content ruled supreme, and their specific paradigm of facts
be it economics or Spanish, statistics or English literature,
was sacrosanct. Don't get me wrong I require high caliber work
and push, prod and cajole excellence but what I teach is kids.
I'm crazy about my subject history and anthropology and
geography and sociology but it's secondary to students.
So while we were all committed to rigor, those teachers clearly
looked at teaching differently than I do. When a vast majority
of students miss a question on a test, I often throw it out, reasoning
that I must not have taught that material well enough. When I
shared that practice, another teacher at the workshop told me
she upbraided the students for not studying hard enough. Throughout
the week, I was decidedly uncomfortable, but having had this discussion
hundreds of times and I decided to avoid it. I was reminded a
moment of absolute clarity as a beginning teacher that
if I wanted to be a teacher, I needed to stay out of the faculty
room. It is a maximum that has served me well and finding myself
in a week long faculty room, I was silent.
But look what happened: On Friday, I was talking to a new teacher
who is beginning a job in the same county where I teach. I offered
him a hand-or an ear with his course, with class management,
with first year survival skills, but needed to tell him that my
philosophy was fundamentally different. Much to my surprise he
absolutely agreed. How many others had I had sat next to all firm
in their thinking, all in agreement, all silent. If I had spoken
up and challenged some assumptions I might not have spent the
week in grumpy solitude.
My task is to share what I know. Simple as that. Sharing my experience,
saying what I need to say lovingly, while still listening, is
part of what God asks of me. God asks me this in all the corners
of my life. Not to do so is a lack of trust-in my fellow travelers,
in myself, in God. I confess I feel a little silly now.
cdw
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