I am sitting out in Kyle, SD on the Pine Ridge Reservation watching a spring blizzard move in. So strange–I could be home with my husband, warm and cozy. We have meetings (maybe?) tomorrow and so I stayed here in the motel. We have one more week of our semester at Oglala Lakota College and I have been testing students all week. It is so strange–we have worked hard together all semester and I have seen them gain confidence, find their stride, and make great advances in learning how to learn. I love it–and I hate that some “national” test gets to decide their fate and not me, their teacher.
I can’t even imagine what the repercussions of this “test them” mentality will do on real learning. At a time when we need to be showing people the power of creating and learning–we put them in a box instead. It upsets me. Sometimes I wish I could care less–how is that for a goal? I know, it wouldn’t be me and it wouldn’t make any sense.
On the other hand, I had a bunch of my “rapper” type students who sometimes smell like pot and who sometimes can’t make class pass through to the upper English class. For each one, I put an ‘A’ on their test paper, shook their hands, and congratulated them.
If I had my druthers (is that really a word?), I would re-write school like I have been re-writing my novel. I would look for the most exquisite combination of creation, learning, energy work, challenge etc, etc. I would make students plant gardens, test soil, make art and music, study only what interests them greatly. I would not be a wise guy at the front of the room with a condescending attitude and a superior stick up my you know what.
Guess I needed a rant and I also needed to post something. I did get through the final little tweaky changes for ONE DRUM so I can send it off to my agent tomorrow. Only 100 pages of tiny edits left.
Good night, friends.
Jamie