Gould Students: What you look like from up here.
OVERHEARD AT A FACULTY HOME: (student) Keeping kosher for Passover is like Polar Bears- You mess up once, and it’s over.
So there I was, at the front of my class and it occurred to me: Students never get to see what they really look like in class. I mean, I’m sure that your average student (let’s call her a random name, like “Eliana”) has some kind of picture of what she looks like when she is studying, but I wonder if that picture really reflects the reality of the situation. I can remember back to my high school days (spirit of full disclosure: If you are reading this then the odds are pretty good that I am older than you), and I remember sitting in class. I also remember thinking, while sitting in class, that I must look pretty confused and bewildered much of the time. “Eliana” (no relation to anyone REALLY called Eliana) might think that she looks like I did. Except, you know, much younger. And with hair. And she’s a girl.
Anyways, I was watching my students work today, on something VERY important (let’s call it “Spanish”) and I began to think about sitting in class, just like they were. Only it was me sitting in the class. And the students were the teachers.
So that’s what I decided to do. I decided to play a little game I like to call “teach the teacher.” In this game I get to be the student, and the students volunteer to teach me the new material in class. It’s fun, because the students get to show what they know and answer questions from the other students, all while playing with my chalk.
I get to play “Minesweeper” and pretend to text my pretend girlfriend (let’s call her “Andee”). And so it goes; the students get to see what it feels like to be me, and I get to pretend to be them. Except older. And with no hair. All a bit of fun in a day’s work!
I just thought you’d like to know what we do way up on the third floor of Hanscom after lunch. Here’s a picture of my students being, well, students. See you next week!