All the great lecturing in the world will not accomplish a thing until the student is a willing participant
AS
a student, I had a hard time sitting in the classroom. I was mostly bored and wished I could be anywhere else besides those uncomfortable plastic chairs.
You’d think with such a background in schooling, I’d never return to the classroom, but surprising all, I started teaching when I was 19 and discovered there are two sides of the classroom. I loved teaching.
Standing in front of the classroom, I didn’t forget what it had been like to be sitting on the opposite side of the desk. I was determined that my classes would be interesting enough to pull in the most bored student.
Teaching can be like acting in a play, and setting the props and the scenery all became part of my job.
One of my classes always had a hard time getting started on time. I’m a Yekkeh, and the moment the bell rang, I was ready to begin, but they were not.
After some thought I started the next class by pulling a $50 bill from my wallet. Holding it up, I asked for a volunteer. Several girls raised their hands right away. They probably thought they’d get to walk away with it.
I selected Meira, who walked to the front curiously. I gave her the bill and asked her to verify that it was genuine. Having examined it from all sides she agreed to its validity.
“Now rip it in half,” I told her.
“What?” Meira paused. “Do what?”
“Rip it in half,” I insisted.
“No,” she said. “Why? It’s fifty dollars. I can’t just rip it up.”
Despite my reassurances that that was I wanted from her, she still refused. Finally, I took the bill from her and in front of the shocked faces of my students, I ripped it in half and then into quarters. There’s wasn’t a sound in the room as I delivered the punch line.
“Time is more valuable than money. Let’s stop wasting it.”
Another time I was having difficulty with a senior class on Ivrit. Despite all my efforts, they simply didn’t consider the subject matter important enough to give it their attention.
One day I announced that today would be mute day. We’d take the class without uttering a sound, either in Hebrew or in English. They were excited with the idea, but the novelty wore off completely when they tried so many ways to communicate without words and were repeatedly frustrated.
At the end of the class I brought the point home. I explained that most of them would be spending the next year in Israel, and they’d be even more frustrated spending a whole year without being able to make their needs known.
To quote Yeats: “Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”
Be prepared; that’ll teach ’em.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 977)