What can the Taught tell us about getting out beyond the Cyclone fence?
For many years I've taken FULL advantage of the extra long class periods during Finals week to. . .not give a final.
Field Trip. The one sentence that every student, of all ages looks forward to throughout the year. A field trip is a student's best friend, so I've thought all these years. But I've come to realize that a field trip is actually the teacher's best friend. Sure we get out of school, but no matter where we go, or what we do, we will learn on that trip. Sure it's for our benefit, but isn't it more so for the teacher? They get to see that small twinkle of understanding in our eyes, or our shocking realization of the world around us. "OH THAT'S WHY IT WORKS". – Megan Elovich
This is a long chapter, with many contributors (some seen in the class pictures above), but not as long as the 2 ½ hour field trip that inspired it. Many teachers give a final that just fits in the time given for finals. For course, any pencil-and-paper test could be broken up over several normal-length class periods. But a field trip can not be so divided. But busses are expensive. Simple solution: a walking field trip. But to where? My school is not in a, shall we say, nice section of town. But is in an interesting section of town. We've taken Walking Finals to:
== A huge thrift store. Every kid gets one dollar, pool your resources if you wish, but the winner, back at school, is the person/team that comes up with the most creative use for whatever they purchase.
==A huge warehouse where 50 working artists studios are housed
==An industrial-scale electroplating company.
A dog food factory? How "educational" could that be? You'll see.
When a teacher wishes to take a field trip, a form must be filled out:
FIELD TRIP PERMISSION FORM
Requesting teacher:_________________________________ date: _______________
Departure time:___________ Return time:______________
Students going:___________________________________________________________
Educational purpose:______________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
Principal’s signature:_________________________________ date:_______________
When I filled out the form, for Educational purpose I wrote, TOUR DOG FOOD FACTORY . I was proposing--scandalous!-- that I, and my students, be excused from the celebration of a year of learning, AKA the students at their desks, trusty #2 in hand. . .Final Exam. I guess my Principal just signed it without reading–how could he justify blowing a final exam period on dog food?
My school is located on the poor side of town. Well-off whites? You ain’t gonna find them. Poor whites?– a rarity. Several industries that would have a hard time getting siting permits in the wealthy, white side of town operate here, including a rendering plant, the last stop for what’s left after every part of an animal that can be used for food has been gleaned from Bossie. The rendered fat goes off to China to make lipstick and other cosmetics, etc. The bones, gristle, eyeballs, hooves, etc, get ground up and turned into a product which, considering it’s grisly origins, is referred to by the pleasant-sounding: “Meat and Bone Meal”. (“Builds strong bodies twelve ways!”) Affirming the wisdom of the mantra of tree-hugging environmentalists, “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle”, MBM in turn is fed back to animals to provide protein in their diet. With the advent of BSE (aka “mad cow disease”), the use of MBM meal as a dietary supplement for certain animals has been somewhat curtailed. So what to do with the precious resource? A happy final solution has been adopted for carnivorous, but energy- conserving cultures: “Meat and bone meal is increasingly used in cement kilns as an environmentally sustainable replacement for coal”. No need for Bossie to place her hoofprint in the newly poured suburban sidewalk. She is the sidewalk.
But I digress. Along with a rendering plant (you don't want to know), and a huge slaughter house, a dog food plant is within walking distance of Edison High--if one has a 2 ½ hour time block.
In order to prepare my students for this trip, I did exactly the opposite of what is standard practice in SEM (Standard Educational Model). As education is all about uncovering, not hiding truthes, it follows that, to maximize what students take away from a class, students should know in detail what will be happening in the class. The apotheosis of this “Tell them what you’re gonna tell them” practice is the Course Syllabus, handed out on the first day of class, which prints out what will be studied, and when. Sometimes, the lecture/lab content of each day of the course is helpfully included, so there will be no uncertainty in the students’ minds. Let there be light!
This flies totally in the face of human nature. I’ve never been in a course where students have picked up their syllabus with pulse-pounding excitement. Sure, there may be a geek here and there (more on this later), but the 99% really don’t care that on March 27th, they will be taking notes on “The lac operon: functions of repressor and inducer in regulation of synthesis of β-galactosidase.” Though this observation challenges the way well-organized teachers begin their class, the experience of our dog food safari argues against the time-honored practice. Students DON’T want to know what’s coming up. As Laura Shelley notes:
I loved your class. I loved not knowing what was going to happen in your class the next day.
This may seem counter-intuitive, but consider Hollywood, which has not achieved world renown by marketing movies that start off revealing who done it. America’s Entertainment Media industry rakes in over $500 billion dollars annually by keeping the audience on the edge of their seats. Handing out a detailed syllabus is exactly what a teacher should NOT do if the goal is to heighten student interest in the class.
WARNING: MASSIVELY CYNICAL SECTION AHEAD.
The optimist believes this is the best of all possible worlds.
The pessimist fears this is true.
Laura expands on her damning revelation of what students really want to learn:
Well, Mr. Ratcliffe, I’ve got to be honest with you. I’ve learned just about everything I’ve ever wanted to know about physics. Nothing. Freshman year was where I really learned a lot. Especially in your class.