![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Teachers are better in B.Ed
Oct. 23rd, 2003 09:42 pmBusy busy day. Costume-making in the morning (I'm all done Daniel's costume, and just need belt and boots for Justin), Justin's French class at noon, and then the Children's Museum with two other moms (Monique and Ruth) and their kids in the afternoon.
So we're at the Museum. The kids are running around, looking at stuff from different cultures around the world. Daniel, Noah (5), and Oscar (4) concentrate on the Indonesian hut, making Indonesian puppets. Justin, of course, spends a huge amount of time at the little Mexican tortilla-stand, bringing in toy foods from the bazaar and pretending to cook them. (BTW, last time he got a baguette, crabs, and coconuts, "fried" them together, then offered them to us. Yuummm.)
At one point, a group of 10-12 year olds comes through on a school field trip. And they start racing around singlemindedly filling all the pages of their Museum passports - matching the pages in the passports to the stamp-spots in the Museum, then running to get their stamps. At one point, one girl brags breathlessly to another, "I've got almost my whole book stamped, and I haven't even stopped anywhere yet!"
Monique and I are looking at them, shaking our heads at this spectacle. The kids have obviously been given the assignment: Fill Your Passport. But there's no learning going on here. Nobody's asking any questions (there's nobody to ask, anyway) nobody's enjoying the experience, except for the competitive ones who are seeing who can fill their book fastest... this is not education.
A couple of boys streak past us, and one says, "Did you get the stamp for, uh, Indiana?"
"Nah," says his friend, then says, "Hey! The Currency Exchange! Got it!" and they rush over and stamp. A few minutes later, they're back, and one says, "Hey! There it is, Indiana!"
"Indonesia!" calls out Noah (age 5) from inside the Indonesia house, where he's putting the finishing touches on his puppet after spending about 45 minutes asking questions about puppets, and Indonesian houses, and why they're built the way they are, and where people sleep, and where Indonesia is in the world, etc etc etc.
I really, really think I should do my level best to work my schedule next year so that I can still take Daniel out of school part-time. If I get on the Law Review that'll give me two credits per year, which I can do on my own time, and if I become an ADR TA that'll also give me on-my-own-time credits. And, looking over the list of classes offered in second year... there's about 70 that I'm deeply interested in, and about 20 more that I would be willing to take if they were the only ones that fit my schedule. Surely I can come up with some combination of 4 courses that will allow me to be at home two days of the week.
Oh please oh please oh please, oh Scheduling Fates... make it so.
So we're at the Museum. The kids are running around, looking at stuff from different cultures around the world. Daniel, Noah (5), and Oscar (4) concentrate on the Indonesian hut, making Indonesian puppets. Justin, of course, spends a huge amount of time at the little Mexican tortilla-stand, bringing in toy foods from the bazaar and pretending to cook them. (BTW, last time he got a baguette, crabs, and coconuts, "fried" them together, then offered them to us. Yuummm.)
At one point, a group of 10-12 year olds comes through on a school field trip. And they start racing around singlemindedly filling all the pages of their Museum passports - matching the pages in the passports to the stamp-spots in the Museum, then running to get their stamps. At one point, one girl brags breathlessly to another, "I've got almost my whole book stamped, and I haven't even stopped anywhere yet!"
Monique and I are looking at them, shaking our heads at this spectacle. The kids have obviously been given the assignment: Fill Your Passport. But there's no learning going on here. Nobody's asking any questions (there's nobody to ask, anyway) nobody's enjoying the experience, except for the competitive ones who are seeing who can fill their book fastest... this is not education.
A couple of boys streak past us, and one says, "Did you get the stamp for, uh, Indiana?"
"Nah," says his friend, then says, "Hey! The Currency Exchange! Got it!" and they rush over and stamp. A few minutes later, they're back, and one says, "Hey! There it is, Indiana!"
"Indonesia!" calls out Noah (age 5) from inside the Indonesia house, where he's putting the finishing touches on his puppet after spending about 45 minutes asking questions about puppets, and Indonesian houses, and why they're built the way they are, and where people sleep, and where Indonesia is in the world, etc etc etc.
I really, really think I should do my level best to work my schedule next year so that I can still take Daniel out of school part-time. If I get on the Law Review that'll give me two credits per year, which I can do on my own time, and if I become an ADR TA that'll also give me on-my-own-time credits. And, looking over the list of classes offered in second year... there's about 70 that I'm deeply interested in, and about 20 more that I would be willing to take if they were the only ones that fit my schedule. Surely I can come up with some combination of 4 courses that will allow me to be at home two days of the week.
Oh please oh please oh please, oh Scheduling Fates... make it so.
