Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Ms. Thornton, Are You Sexist?

I try to focus my classroom management plan on teaching kids how to behave rather than punishing them for making me mad. To this end, once someone has a warning for the day, the next step is to come talk to me and decide on a plan to help him or her reintegrate into the classroom smoothly. I like this system a lot. I think it helps me build those relationships that are proving key to student motivation (more on that next time). I also think it shows students that I'm not interested in wielding power in the classroom; I'm interested in helping them be successful (even if I'm not perfect at achieving this goal).

At times these meetings leave me with a lot to think about. Friday, I spoke with J. after he had spoken repeatedly when others were speaking. We were talking about how he could self-regulate and what I could do to help him consider others. He decided to switch seats. The feeling was good. Then he asked me a question that floors me still.

"Ms. Thornton, are you a sexist?" J. asked in that way that only a ninth grader can.

My mind raced. Had I kept boys after class more than girls? In trying to cover up my Jo March-like preference for teaching boys, had I been "nicer" to the girls? I asked J. what he meant and it was none of those things. He wondered if I was sexist because I had once shared with the class that I consider myself a feminist and that's why I prefer Ms. rather than Miss as an honorific. I told him no. I try my best to treat all people equally and certainly do my best to not show favoritism to students. What, I wondered, had made him think that being a feminist was equal to being a sexist.

"Well, I asked my science teacher if she was a feminist, and she said no because she likes all people," J. responded.

I felt a little like I'd been kicked in the chest. I'm still trying to figure out if his science teacher meant that, actually said that, or if J. was trying to deflect from the issue at hand. I was glad that J. couldn't point to any one thing that had happened in our classroom, but I'm also still kind of mad! I want very much to meet my students and my community where they are, but I don't think that means I could ever give up my understanding that a feminist is someone with the radical idea that men and women are equals. My mama raised me better than that.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Student Work Sample

Sorry for the hiatus, friends. We're on the block system at my school, so I got to start a whole new school year in the middle of January. Things are finally starting to settle down into a routine.

Every six weeks, my students turn in a short paper where they respond to a number of (hopefully) creative prompts about whatever book they've chosen to read. The following is a response that lost a few points on conventions but gained a lot in hilarity while responding to The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian.

If I had to have pizza with a character from my book, it would be Gordy because he is smart. I would ask him about math, science, and computers. Just to be a nice and try to get him to talk. Then, after all the boring things about school are done, i would get him to do my homework because I need someone to do my work that doesn't have anything to do. If he does not want to do it then I will bribe him and if that does not work I will wipe his face with the pizza.

If it turns out bad, then I will order more pizza and make him eat till he is fat then order two more and tape slices to his face because h is a loser. Then I'd slap him with pizza because he is boring. Then we would get kicked out and never be able to come back until we are ninety-nine. The end.