walking the line of privilege

In Morning Pages today, we’re watching a YouTube video of the Privilege Walk exercise, a best practice used to help reveal the realities and effects of systemic inequality, then responding to it from 2 perspectives as a person in the video and then as a teacher. In the next section, I’m taking on the perspective of the African-American woman who’s still at the back of the room when the Privilege Walk ends. (I recognize that my capacity to do that is limited as a white woman, but I’ll do my best not to essentialize.)

This was rough. I know what the exercise was intended to do–to make the realities of the inequitable power structure in our society visibly evident. It some ways it did exactly that for me because it helped make sense of how I feel on an almost daily basis and to understand why it seems like I have to work so much harder to get the basic privileges that many other people I know and see just take for granted. There’s a phrase that’s been circulating called “you can’t be what you don’t see.” No shit. #OscarsSoWhite

But at the same time, it sucked in another way to be at the starting line. Every single person could look back at me and feel sympathetic, but it also made me think, What the hell am I supposed to do? Is this it for me? No hope no matter how hard I work? In the debriefing after the exercise, someone said something to the effect of, “Yeah, I see now that that’s just the way it is in society. It makes me feel bad, but I can see now that no matter how someone less privileged works, they can’t ever make it to the front of the room.” I know he meant well, but I thought, “Thanks for putting that out there, dude, just in case everyone in the room needed help reaching the same defeatist conclusion.”

The bottom line is that it hurt to be back there. It reinforced the stereotypes in broad daylight for everyone to see. In other words, at the end of the day, I felt exposed and vulnerable. The exercise did exactly the opposite, for me at least, of what it was supposed to do.


Switching gears to a teacher’s perspective, my thinking has shifted about this exercise, which I initially thought would be unquestionably powerful to use with students. A couple of years ago, I even saw it in action while observing another CSU professor’s class. Writing the above reflection, however, has further reinforced for me the problematic nature of considering any practice “best.” Two recent circumstances provoked the tension I was already feeling before writing this entry. One I heard by word of mouth and the other one actually happened in my class last semester:

CIRCUMSTANCE #1: For the past several years, I’ve had the good fortune of being constantly learning alongside Jenny Putnam,  fantastic, brilliant, thoughtful teacher at Fossil Ridge HS (who’s also the co-director of the CSU Writing Project). She used the Privilege Walk in her class last year for the best of reasons: to help her mostly white, mostly affluent students who struggle with the idea of privilege to be able to visualize it. That’s the purpose of the exercise, right? But at the end of it, there was only one student (a female student of color) who was standing at the back of the room. The student  was obviously distressed, so Jenny was, too. What did it feel like to be back there for everyone to see? Did that mean she had no way of moving forward? Jenny debriefed with her after class, and the girl said she was okay, but Jenny remains troubled by this incident because her instructional intentions and the impact on at least one learner in her class didn’t coincide. All teachers have been there.

CIRCUMSTANCE #2: Last semester in my graduate class on teaching and learning in the digital age, the topic of privilege came up on a regular basis as we discussed the principles of equity and access woven through the Connected Learning framework. Right at the end of class, one male student, pointed out that we were tossing the word “privilege” around on a regular basis, but what did it actually mean? For that matter, what did we actually mean when we used it? A couple of the female students in the class responded immediately. They weren’t disrespectful about it, but they were passionate. They pointed out that their definitions of privilege and inequity were rooted in their own lived experiences as women in our society. The gist was, that when you don’t have privilege, you know it. But when you enjoy privilege, as white men do by default, you often don’t. The first student’s response was that regardless of what we assume based on a person’s appearance, we don’t know their life experiences. We can make assumptions that they are privileged, but we could be dead wrong.

The mood of the class shifted as quickly as the weather does during tornado season in Oklahoma where I grew up. Daylight went dark, clouds churned, the air became heavy and unsettled. And…predictably, right at that moment, time was up for class, so I said something lame like, “The issues of privilege, race, gender, and class are profoundly difficult to discuss because they’re so complex. We’ll continue the conversation next time.” Pretty brilliant wrap-up, right? Or not.

I can’t recall what happened in the subsequent class exactly, but it obviously wasn’t groundbreaking enough to be memorable. What were memorable, however, were the follow-up conversations I had with the student who had raised the issue of privilege initially. Without revealing any confidential details of those conversations, I can share what he also revealed publicly on the blog he maintained for the course. A few years ago, he suffered a closed brain injury as a result of an accident that was completely debilitating. His recovery has been remarkable, hard-earned, and ongoing. He toppled from his road bike–and his position of privilege–in an instant. But today, you couldn’t tell it by looking at him.

Tying the reflection I wrote at the start of this entry and the circumstances I’ve related above is profoundly difficult because my lame comment at the end of my graduate class is nevertheless true: the prospect of understanding privilege is so complex. Bringing up the corequisite issues of race, class, gender, age, ability, and so on, can unintentionally marginalize students further. It can instantly charge the atmosphere, then suck the air right out of the room. The moment before I launch into these conversations in my classroom,  I take a mental deep breath, shore up my courage and think, “Man, am I gonna mess this up.” But I do so in the knowledge that it would be even more messed up not to try.

The only solution I know as a teacher is to be continually vigilant, intentional, and reflective in my practice. The classroom is such an unpredictable place, and the lived experiences of students aren’t readily apparent. What I can do is try my best to anticipate what could go wrong then own up to it when it does (and it just will sometimes). I can enlist my students as allies for my own learning and try to teach more thoughtfully and from a stronger position of empathy as a result. And I can remember the words of Audre Lorde:

When I dare to be powerful—to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.






the vulnerable art of reading

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Today’s Morning Pages prompt is brought to you by Ana and Holly. They’ve asked us to think about the role of reading, not only in the ELA classroom, but also in our personal lives.

I’m always a little amazed when I hear my students–most of whom are studying to be English teachers–say they HATE to read. (You can literally hear the sense of loathing dripping from their voices.) Being the weirdo kid who always had 4 little Scholastic book order paperbacks stacked neatly on the corner of my desk, I don’t get it…when it comes to reading for pleasure, that is. When I was 9, I was so panicked that reading material wouldn’t be readily available, these were my insurance books. I’d race through my story problems and reading worksheets every day so that I could get to the real stories–the books I’d chosen for myself to read. Even now, anxiety sets in the moment I finish a book if another one isn’t readily available. (Just thinking about it right now is making my palms sweat. In this case, I consider it a lovely problem.)

So it was a surprise to me as a reader to feel an aversion to reading setting in almost the minute I signed on to be an English major. This was promptly followed by an existential crisis. What was happening to me? What was I doing with my life? How could I teach students to read if I was losing the lifelong love myself? Was this some terrible, irreversible allergic reaction?

Right now, I’m reading the powerful little book called The Vulnerable Teacher by Ken Macrorie, which is sadly out-of-print. According to Macrorie, I shouldn’t have been surprised by my allergic reaction as a student. He refers to any assigned book as a “little prison” and is horrified to recognize that an English professor, he had become an unwitting warden.

Happily, my allergy to reading disappeared when I graduated from college, but it was only latent, returning with every subsequent degree I pursued. Even when the book was one I would have willingly devoured if I’d picked it up on my own, it turned into a bread-and-water ration once I was assigned to read it.

What’s this all about?  What makes assigned reading a grudging task? What can we as English teachers (and future prison wardens) do to avoid prompting an existential crisis and slamming the jailhouse door on what can otherwise be one of the most enriching pleasures all of us share, or we wouldn’t have gotten ourselves into this business in the first place?

Morning Pages time is up right now, and even though I have more thoughts and some solutions that have been successful more or less in my own classroom, I’ll stop here to hear what my students have to say. After the discussion, I’ll make a list of their ideas in the comments section below this post.

(cyber)bully for you


For today’s Morning Pages prompt, my CO301D students are thinking about the dark side of technology (remember that Darth Vader image in my post below?), cyberbullying to be exact. When I put the prompt on our class website, I did a quick search for statistics. According to the Cyberbullying Research Center, 1 in 4 students has been a victim of cyberbullying, and 1 in 9 has been a cyberbully. Wow.

Given this trend, Emma and Angela have asked to think about this today:

What can be done about cyber bullying? How can we create an environment where students feel like being themselves, like being vulnerable and open, yet safe? How do we create a classroom where peers support one another and stand up to the bullies, stand up for the bullied?
 That’s a tough set of questions, but what interests me most is the idea of “being vulnerable and open, yet safe.” I’ve been thinking about vulnerable teaching and learning on and off this blog for a while now and on the page, too. It’s a concept that Antero and I introduced in Pose, Wobble, Flow . Basically, vulnerability is the controlling emotion in wobble. Since writing the book, I’ve started burrowing farther down into the concept and writing about it (offline). In fact, in my office over the weekend, I found a sticky note where I’d recorded some working terminology. The note read “punitive vulnerability” vs. “generative vulnerability.”
I won’t go into too much depth about those ideas now because I think the terms probably convey the distinctions on their own. (Also, because I actually just did start going into depth, and the post was getting so ridiculously long  and exploratory, I decided that these ideas clearly aren’t ready for prime time.) Until today, however, I’d been thinking about vulnerability in the broader sense of face-to-face interactions between teachers and students in the classroom, not in the context of cyber-bullying.
Thanks to the wonders of technology, writing publicly is almost effortless now. The willingness to put your thoughts in the full view of others requires risk, yet also permits the existence of a forum where conversation can extend and sharpen thinking and establish emotional connection. The vulnerability you exercise as a writer online can be generative; it can lead to an expansion of self and community. In these cases, your learning is connected–driven by your unfolding interests, networked openly with an audience of hopefully supportive peers, organized around the shared purpose that has been established through a receptivity to the ideas you have produced, which can even lead to academic growth and emotional efficacy.
The blind date says yes.
But what if the answer is no? Or, hell no? Or hell no and now I’m going to mess you up, psychologically and even physically?
If and when the response goes all Lord of the Flies, the learning is decidedly (dis)connected. The network can openly jeer at you for following your interests and mock you for producing such pathetic ideas and putting them out there. It can co-opt your purpose toward damaging ends that shut down even the possibility for academic and emotional growth.
I’m a fan of permeable walls for learning, but we all have to remember that either response is possible. We can’t control Facebook, but we can do everything that is in our power within our brick-and-mortar classrooms and the virtual extensions of them to help kids learn to speak up for themselves and others, to learn resilience, to create not just a safe space that is entirely free from risk, but one where they can exercise their vulnerability so that it is generative.
There’s much more to say on all of this, but in the meantime, I found these resources on the Cyberbullying Research Center website, both for teachers and for students themselves. If you want to go the Emma Pillsbury route, you could display the downloadable pdfs in your classroom. Better yet, you could use them to open a conversation about what is/could happen out there and how they might respond.
[IMAGE CREDIT: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/559501953676940659/]

B.T.E. / A.T.E: the impact of technology on learning

Today’s Morning Pages prompt on the hot button issue of technology in education comes to you today, courtesy of Hailey and Kaely. Since I had the advantage of previewing this prompt on Tuesday, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. I’ve been teaching for almost 30 years now (since the turn of the century!–love saying that), so I have the advantage of living in both the B.T.E. and A.T.E. (Before/After Tech Eras)  and seeing the impact on educational contexts firsthand.

I’m not a fan of binaries, but I do think that there’s a spectrum of reactions to technology not only in learning and teaching in classrooms but in our everyday lives as teachers as well. It looks something like this:


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I can slide anywhere along that spectrum on a regular basis, sometimes hourly!

Today, A.T.E., I’m near the smiley emoji end because I can see firsthand, right at this very moment while my students are also writing entries for their own blogs, how the affordances of technology allow us to push out our thinking about these very important questions at the click of the “Publish Post” button. Blogging about stuff that matters to us as teachers this semester has allowed us to eavesdrop on one another’s thinking so that we can share our thoughts and respond to them perhaps more reflectively than we might have in the passing moment of class discussion. Then if we want, we can even let others listen in, just by inserting a hyperlink or tweeting out a post.

In the B.T.E., my students just exchanged papers.  And that was good, too, because it happened face-to-face. Plus, god help me if I still am enamored with the immediacy of honest-to-goodness handwriting, of being able to identify someone by the way they etch their name onto a page. Only occasionally, however, did my students’ writing make its way out beyond my classroom. They did write letters to powers-that-be, created picture book adaptations of Beowulf for their 5th-grade writing buddies, and published their work in xeroxed low-tech class anthologies, but all of it required more physical effort and time.

Both B.T.E. and A.T.E. my students have used their writing to connect to others, but what I think has changed is the relationship of that act to time. One would think that in the A.T.E., the time problem would have been solved because of the ease of publishing and networking, but alas, we just spend our time in different ways. At the first light of the A.T.E., e-mail was going to solve the time problem. It’s so fast! We can connect with each other RIGHT NOW! You’ve got mail! Happy face emoji! [because those weren’t around yet]

Now that the day has dawned, however, almost everyone I know pulls on their Darth Vader mask every time they check e-mail or text messages or Facebook or Instagram or or or. Which is approximately 1,000 times a day. (Collectively, acc. to the 2015 Deloitte’s Global Mobile Consumer Survey, Americans check their phones 8,000,000 times a day.) It’s so fast. We are expected to connect to one another right now. Great, I’ve got mail. Darth Vader face emoji.

So this semester in CO301D, I’m trying to bridge the eras, using the affordances of technology to create a digital badging system that requires students to use both digital and analog devices (in this case, a human counts as “analog”) to connect with each other, some experts, and me. Each badge represents a particular professional role or disposition that is central to being an informed and innovative educator. All students are required to complete the Teacher as Writer badge, and we did that one together to get the hang of it. They can then choose from 1 or 2 additional badges, depending on the grade they want to earn in the class. These badges are as follows:

On a whim, I’ve added one completely optional bonus badge: Teacher as Human Being. Again, I’m trying to bridge B.T.E. and A.T.E. with this badge to remind students that, yes, you do have permission to be a person, even while you’re earning a college degree. My hope is that when they become teachers, they will remember the same. The bar is particularly high for this badge. It includes some pretty complex activities like taking 10 deep breaths, flinging out your arms and spinning in a circle, and reading a page of something you love that has nothing to do with earning your degree. 

Hopefully, it won’t slide students into the Darth Vader zone.

Possibly, it might drive them to think, “Welp. Just as I thought, my professor is completely crazy.”

Probably, they will be right.



DARTH VADER IMAGE CREDIT: http://bgr.com/2015/11/19/darth-vader-daily-life-photos/



printing ticket, please wait

Today you are as old as you ever have been and as young as you ever will be.

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Today’s Morning Pages prompt in CO301D is about waiting, about “the big wait,” to be precise. What are you waiting for? Wait up. Wait a minute. Please wait. I could go on, but I’ll just say that when I entered the word “wait” on Google images to make the image to the left of today’s Morning Pages prompt, I found more phrases than would fit. I bet you want to see the prompt. Have you read it yet? Okay, I’ll wait.


A little over a year ago, much to my mother’s chagrin, I got a tattoo on my left wrist that says no(w)here. I talk with my hands a lot, so it’s always fun to see people’s heads twist slightly mid-conversation in an attempt to read it. I inscribed it on my body as a dual reminder to be “now here” if I feel myself drifting away from the present, or “nowhere” if I need to let myself retreat from my work obsession and just be. At the top left of the tattoo, you can also see a drop of water leading into the script. It likewise symbolizes my dual needs for impact and serenity.

The tension between now here and nowhere is one I’ll always struggle with, I guess, because life always seems to feel like the “big wait.” On a pretty regular basis, I find myself experiencing anxiety or regret over the fact that I’ve waited too long to ________ and have in the process missed my window to do said ______. The words in the blank vary on a regular basis–meet the proposal deadline, play the piano, eat the bread before it molds, be on time, go on the hike, send the birthday card, really listen, finish the article, make the call, pay the bill.

I just as often experience anxiety or yearning because “I can’t wait to ____.” Get paid, be on vacation, finish the manuscript, celebrate the big day,  reach my goal weight, hear the results. And when I was younger, I couldn’t wait to win a medal, get a dog, go to kindergarten, wear a bra, make the basketball team, turn thirteen or sixteen or twenty-one, get to college, meet Mr. Right (which I had done in 3rd grade, but just didn’t know it yet), graduate from college, be a mom, finish my thesis or dissertation or first book.

Increasingly, I’m realizing that words in the blanks may vary, but the blanks themselves never go away.

I need to look at my wrist more often. I need to be no(w)here. I don’t know when that will happen, but I do know

I can’t wait.

who’s your “you”?

One of novelist Rose Tremain’s rules for writing is this: Listen to the criticisms and preferences of your trusted ‘first readers.'” Today in CO301D, my students and I are thinking together about how writers gain the courage to share the work they really care about with others. Here’s how that has played out in my writing life.  

When I first started submitting my work to academic venues, I started reading professional publications from another, different perspective because I wanted to be a published academic writer, too. A big part of reading like a writer in this vein meant that I was “reading for pronouns.” The third-person pronoun “one” just sounded pretentious, so I was relieved to find that the trend even in the most research-y journals was that academic authors often used the word “I” (or “we” if they were co-authoring), and that depending on the journal, the second-person “you” was also an option.

That got me asking myself the question, then, “Who’s my ‘you’?”

Initially, writing for academic venues was pretty daunting to me (okay, it still it is sometimes. ((okay, often))). And it was especially so when I was working on my first book, The Book Club Companion.

Dang, I was actually daring to write a book. Little ole me.

Then little ole me got stuck. My reader(s)–please, god, let there be more than one–were a nameless, faceless mass of teachers who I hoped would find my ideas useful and adaptable for their own classes. Other than my fabulously supportive editor Jim Strickland, though, I wasn’t able to picture exactly what those teachers actually looked like.

Then, I hit upon a solution that helped me write my way through that thicket of the problem and, eventually, I had a book. (Dang. Little ole me.) I can’t remember if the solution was Jim’s advice or not. Probably, it was. The important thing to know is that it worked, and it still does.

I figured out who my “you” was. I was able to zoom in on that abstract mass of teachers and see one teacher’s face.

At that time, my “you” was Emily Richards-Moyer, a dedicated whip-smart English teacher and CSU Writing Project fellow who was actually trying book clubs out with her middle school students. We chatted often about what worked and what didn’t in re book clubs and also about writing and teacher research and the daily challenges of teaching and good wine and running and…well, you get the picture.

When Emily became my “you,” the act of writing got a little bit easier. In fact, some days, I even started the section I was working on with “Dear Emily,” and somehow, that got me started because I could imagine my writing as a kind of conversation.

To this day when I’m writing for venues inhabited by classroom teachers, Emily is often still my “you.” And when I’m writing for other venues like this blog, I call the face(s) of my would-be readers to mind and do the same. (Like right now,  I’m thinking of my CO301D students who are tapping away on their keyboards at this very minute. I’m also thinking of other thoughtful, whip-smart, dedicated educator-bloggers like Nicole Mirra, Bud Hunt, and Antero Garcia because my conversations with them, face-to-face or otherwise, always sharpen my thinking.)

Again, I’m not the only writer who’s hit upon this idea. John Steinbeck, for instance, advised:

Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one. – John Steinbeck

So if there’s anybody listening out there right now, tell me, as a writer, who’s your “you”?




how I shut up and get on with it

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“The nearest I have to a rule is a Post-it on the wall in front of my desk saying ‘Faire et se taire’ (Flaubert), which I translate for myself as ‘Shut up and get on with it.'”


For today’s Morning Pages prompt in CO301D, my students and are writing about how we follow fiction writer Helen Simpson’s preeminent rule for writing:

“The nearest I have to a rule is a Post-it on the wall in front of my desk saying ‘Faire et se taire’ (Flaubert), which I translate for myself as ‘Shut up and get on with it.'” – Helen Simpson

Well, fortunately/unfortunately, she’s right. Some days it’s easier than others, and today to be honest, it’s kind of hard. (I say this even as I am writing this post). This morning as I was getting ready for work, I felt the familiar weight of panic and dread pressing down. As always, it’s accompanied by that voice inside my head that jeers, “So what do you have to say anyway?”

And it’s true that sometimes it feels as if the well has run dry. It’s usually after I finish a big project or when I have another non-writing related deadline. These are far too common this time of year, and sometimes I just want to crawl under a table like I did when I was in 4th grade and read/write whatever it is I want in the shadows.

But then, I remember, “Oh yeah, I chose this life and this identity, so maybe I should just shut up and get on with it.” Here are some practices I’ve learned that help me do that (all of which I clearly need to remind myself of this morning):

  1. Make a list. Of possible projects, of reasons you don’t want to write today, of ailments and complaints and wishes and dreams. Anything to keep your fingers moving over the keyboard.
  2. Make a mantra. Put it some place where you’ll see it often. My mantra is runwritebreathe. I bought a cheap little leather bracelet at a theme park and had the letters RWB engraved on it. I like like a child when I wear it. And yet.
  3. Don’t break the chain (aka “The Seinfeld Strategy”). I found a very, very rudimentary digital version of this strategy that holds me accountable to myself. It’s an app called Write Chain. You enter your daily word goal. You decide what realistically constitutes a chain for you (e.g., Do you get a day off each week without breaking the chain?). You enter the words you actually wrote that day. Then you are congratulated for not breaking the chain and you learn how many links you’ve accumulated. And, look, sometimes life gets in the way. Instead of beating yourself up about it, just pick up another link and get going.
  4. Set a timer. Ten minutes usually does the trick for me, as it did just now. Time’s up, and whether I said anything profound or not in that, turns out I did write. I did have something to say. I just shut up and got on with it. And more often than not, I find that I want to keep writing.

1st day: a letter to myself in 1987

Some quick context: In my awesome CO301D class this morning, we’re writing Morning Pages, and I’ve suggested a prompt to write a letter to your future self on your first day of teaching. (Full disclosure: Not my idea. I stole it from this Soul Pancake video.)

Since I’ve been teaching for a while now (ahem. since 1987), I’ve decided to write back to myself instead.

Dear Cindy,

This morning, you feel so scared and full of hope in equal parts. It’s almost like you sent an invitation to this really big part, and the people you invited actually showed up. Of course, they’re all 14, which is kind of weird, but they came, and so you get to welcome them to this, the first day of their high school career. Chances are they feel scared and full of hope, too, so you have this in common.

You’ve decided to start your first day the way you hope to always start your first day, that is, after the announcements and the Pledge of Allegiance over the intercom, by asking them to write.

It’s a brave thing to do, and probably not something they’d expect since most first days start out with reading the course syllabus and talking about your policies and the class rules. You’ll do that, too, later, but for now, you express (probably in a shaky voice) that you already see them as writers, and you’re confident that if they don’t see themselves like that already, they will by the end of the year. You provide a prompt, then ask them to take out their pencils and a notebook and start writing. You do the same. And when you glance up every now and then, most of them are writing, too.

At that moment, you’re thinking, “Wow, the day has come. I’m a real teacher.”

If I could be there, too, I’d say, “And you know what? Thirty years later, you’ll be a teacher, too. You’ll be writing Morning Pages with your students. Only now, the only sound you’ll hear in the room is them clicking away on laptops. You’re still writing with them. You still love this job. You’re still filled with hope and fear in almost equal parts, though ‘hope’ is at the front of that phrase now.”

I still love the sound of writing, and I’m still glad I’m here.



wisdom from the yet-to-be

So I know I keep starting these last few spots talking about my really awesome CO301D students, but they are awesome. Really. So I thought I’d take some time to prove it by sharing some excerpts from blogs and linking you to them. After all, they’re the future of profession, so we should pay attention.

The timing is especially right because they’re embarking on their “Unfamiliar Genre Projects,” the culminating project that will earn them their “Teacher as Writer” badge. I’ve adapted the project from an assignment originally created by Cathy Fleischer, Eastern Michigan professor and Eastern Michigan Writing Project Director, and Sarah Andrew-Vaughan, high school English teacher and EMWP teacher-consultant. Speaking of really awesome, their book Writing Outside Your Comfort Zone also falls decidedly into this category. Exactly as its title suggests, the assignment requires you to choose a genre you feel UNcomfortable writing in and just do it, create some resources for others who want to try it, then reflect on your own experiences as a writer in the process.

The twist in our class is that I’m asking students to explore some key themes that we’ve been considering together all semester long:

What are your touchstone beliefs in the purpose of public education over time and at this moment in our history? What can you do as a teacher to support your students in constructing an educated democracy–that is, a world that you, and your students, and all of us can thrive in?

So back to my students’ awesomeness. I’ve been reviewing their blogs today, and they’ve been exploring those questions already, even before they knew about the project. So without further adieu and in no particular order of awesomeness, here’s what they have to say. (Psst…you should read their blogs to hear the rest.)

BETH CAMPBELLMy voice is important. Your voice is important. I am writing to you, dear reader, to share my ideas and what I value most. The comments on this page will allow you to share your words with me. That is education. The mutual exchange of ideas in the spirit of learning and personal growth. This is the kind of education that can change the world. Not war. Not violence. Not swords. The pen. The blog. The post. The comment. The conversation. My passion is helping others realize the potential and the power behind education and all that it could be.

COLTON MYHREWhether it’s creative or academic, one of my main goals as a teacher is to help kids find their voice, and know that their opinions and ideas matter and are something to be said.

EMMA BURNSAs a future teacher I want to empower students to improve, challenge, and grow. From the struggling students to the over achievers–I want to create a classroom environment which never allows students to think they are incapable, dumb, or a failure.

HAILEY SPRATTEI do feel that it is important to have students recognize that failure is something that happens to all writers. Writers block happens to everyone. It is how you overcome that failure that will define you; not the failure.

KAITLYN PHILLIPS: [from a letter to herself on her first day of teaching] You want to make a difference. The biggest way to make the best impact is to teach; teach them empathy and what it’s like to take care of one and other; teach them the implications of their politics, of their beliefs and their words; teach them to think first with their hearts, and speak and act, always, from a place of kindness. Teach them what a wonderful thing it can be to help another person, and how even more wonderful it is to love and help themselves; teach them that they have the power to totally change their lives, and the lives of others. Remember that you started doing this because you wanted your students to know how capable they are, and how powerful kindness can be.

KRISSA NIXSONYour first priority is the education of the students, even above your desire for innovative methods to succeed.

HOLLY MAXWELLEverything we learn in high school has a certain value. Although we may not use it once we graduate, it helps develop our mind and often leads us to deciding what we value and what we want to study while pursuing a higher education if we choose to do so.

SAVANNAH YSLASI think the problem with school systems is not the fact that students are being told that they are failures, but rather that they are being told that their only worth, in the eyes of a school,  is a test score.

ANGELA GERARDII think being honest, and sincere, in our writing is in a way taking a risk. As a writer and as a potential future teacher, I think this skill would also be important when reflecting on what is working with a class, and what isn’t.  Sometimes it falls on our own reflections to make necessary changes, modifications rather than following through with a master plan or course of action.

LAUREN MCCRILLISMy students need to know that I am on their side. They need to know the classroom is a safe place; a place where everyone (including me) shares one common goal: to improve & truly learn. 

SARAH BRAGGAs a writer, student, and teacher I think that self-expression through writing is one of the greatest tools for self-learning, self-growth, and opening the mind to new opinions and ideas. Learning how to express yourself through writing teaches you how to understand and express yourself in your relationships and the everyday.

MIKAELA ORRI want to teach English to help people discover how to become world changers through their words while showing them the importance of letting other people’s words change them.

ANNA ARCURII think a lot of us in this class room right now may have experienced the short end of the stick with education that is primarily about testing and getting good scores. We should become the educators that make education something that it no longer is. We should no longer settle for teaching studies that our students will someday “used to know”.

ANASTASIA THIBODEAU: [from an open letter to her teachers] Thanks for all the days that you put up with my shenanigans, my questions, my endless questions, my failures, my successes, my tears, and my laughter. I have learned that it all comes with the job and no matter how tired you are at the end of the day you loved every second of watching me grow and learn just as you intended.


growth mindset, fixed mindset: some thoughts on carol dweck’s work

Today in my awesome CO301D class, we’re writing about our responses to a TED talk by Carol Dweck. Here are the prompts:

What’s the “power of not yet” for you as a writer-teacher? Think about the terms “growth mindset” and “fixed mindset” for you in your history as a writer. Also, was there anything you found to be problematic about her ideas? It’s okay to push back. Remember what Mike Rose says about “being skeptical of the big idea, the hot theory.”

Dweck’s ideas are pretty well-known and valuable, too. In the talk, she talks about her research with kids who see failure (mainly on tests) as a function of their personal make-up, as an indication that they’re not up to snuff, and nothing in their power can change that. They have a “fixed mindset.” There’s another group, though, the “growth mindset groups, that put themselves in the “not yet” (e.g., category, as in “I didn’t do so well on that particular task, but it’s only a matter of time until I can do better.”

Thinking about those ideas is powerful for me as a teacher, a parent, and a writer because it permits the possibility of growth and change and silences (at least for a while) all those “mean girl voices” in my head who might tempt me to think I or my students or my own children will ever get “there.”

What I find troubling in her particular talk, however, is how she defines growth because it conflates achievement with scores on a standardized test and then links these to more complex issues like race and class. It’s just more complicated than that. Just because a kid didn’t do well on a standardized measure doesn’t mean they believe they can’t grow or aren’t growing. Likewise, just because they do better on those same measures after being introduced to the Dweck’s ideas (or their teachers do) doesn’t mean that their sense of themselves has changed.

I need to think more about this, but time’s up for now.