Thursday, August 20, 2020
The Elephant (Foot) In The Room
Friday, August 14, 2020
The Moral of the Story
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
The Sweet Spot: Learning from Educational Philosophy While Constructing My Own
I have to preface this entry with an acknowledgement that, once again, it has been an embarrassingly long time since I last updated this blog. I’ll skip the meandering explanation of why I haven’t written and should have. It will also have to be another time (if ever) that I publicly divulge any of the many blog-worthy Addy-ventures that have occurred in the last four years.
Instead, I will share another guilty admission and explain why I am now writing again after so long; it is a required class assignment. I know, I know. I can almost hear your groan of disappointment.
Nonetheless, I will do my best to hold your attention, for I can seamlessly weave together the theme of this post with the overarching theme of this blog. It is as simple as connecting two things that cannot (or at least should not) exist without the other: adventure and education.
The class that I am taking, the one responsible for the
words you now read, is Educational Psychology.
We are learning about different instructional methods and philosophies
and applying them in different settings, seeing how they fit. Utilizing various resources, one of our
overarching goals of the class is to determine, and then describe, our own
personal educational philosophies.
What I want to do here is put down my swirling thoughts down in words and try to describe how the process of determining my educational philosophy is going. To help me, I will share some of what I’ve learned from the book In Search of Understanding: The Case For Constructivist Classrooms, by Jacqueline Grennon Brooks and Marin G. Brooks.
As you re-read that title (made you look) you might wonder, “what
does constructivist classroom mean?”, and that would be a great question!
Here's my take on a concise definition:
“Constructivism” is
an educational philosophy that operates under the assumption that knowledge is
relative. In other words, each of us constructs our own understanding of the
world.
A “constructivist classroom”, therefore, is one in which the
students become the main movers and shakers of their education. The
guidance from an ideal teacher in situation is more subtle and faciliatory,
while the lesson structure is more fluid, varying based on each individual
student’s interpretations, interests, and needs.
One of the things I enjoyed most about this book was the
connections I felt to the examples and research that the authors chose when describing
instructional methods. They often refer
to math and science lessons, and one of their very first examples was about the
first time a young child visits the ocean, which means a lot to me personally. One of my very first memories is of visiting
the ocean.
Determining how much I agree with the constructivist methods
that I’ve been reading about, it is only natural to draw from my prior
experiences in educational settings, both as a student and as the
educator. The moments that I look back on as successful were experiences that did involve
methods that Constructivists encourage, but they also involved methods that run
against constructivist philosophy: lectures and demonstrations that the student
then mimicked or practiced.
Two examples I can draw from are my experiences as a swimming
instructor and as a sailing instructor. Within
these two settings lie excellent opportunities for students to have freedom and
construct their own knowledge, but can also require specific, concise, and
accurate instruction. In both settings,
as in all educational settings, safety is the primary concern. When students
are literally learning in deep water, the number of safety concerns go up.
Take a first-time swimming lesson with a three-year
old. In my past lessons I wouldn’t have
been able to justify the idea of giving them complete power. First of all, most would
probably either bolt right for the toys or bolt for their parents. If they didn’t do those things and instead
bolted for the water, this is a paradoxical best AND worst case scenario. If I’m already in the water, great, I can get
to them, but if I’m not, then even if that kid has the innate gift of being
able to keep their head out of the water on their own, I’ve just committed negligence.
This is, of course, an extreme example. If I knowingly allow or physically put a
child in deep water, I trust myself to know that the worst possible outcome is some
water up the nose. My point is that I believe ground rules to be necessary in
every educational setting, and the giving of those ground rules is traditionally
given as precise directions.
What I am learning in this class, and through interpreting
Brooks and Brooks, that I didn’t know as a young undergrad teaching swim
lessons over the summer holiday, is that I was taking progressive and constructivist
approaches to traditional lessons without knowing it. If you had asked me then why I was using those
methods, I would have just answered that I was trying to make the lesson more
fun.
Some of these instructional highlights are presented in the book, especially in Chapter two.
Brooks and Brooks stress the importance of valuing student inquiry and physical
action over the study of classical textbooks, both of which I have found empowers
students and fosters engagement. Thinking
back to my own fifth grade classroom, I was much more engaged in learning about
the subject of geology when I was on a field trip to a cave in central Oregon than
I was reading about it in a book.
I have also learned that giving students as much power over
their learning as possible does not mean there is no guidance. The key is determining the right amount and type of guidance. Brooks and Brooks recommend
that a constructivist educator guide their students by presenting “good
problem-solving situations” (p. 36). This means that the situation:
1. 1. Demands that the students make a testable prediction
2. 2. Make use of inexpensive (read: accessible)
equipment
3. 3. Is complex enough to elicit multiple possible
approaches at solving the problem
4. 4. Benefits from group effort
Making sense of these varied and merited solutions to educational questions reminds me of trying to hit a baseball. You can technically hit the ball with any part of the bat, but if you make contact with the ball too close to your hands, the ball has less power and your hands get stung. Hit the ball with the far end of the bat and the same thing happens. My Dad (and many other coaches) told me that I had to hit the ball with the "sweet spot" on the bat.
What I am coming to believe is that there exists a "sweet spot" regarding guidance in a class setting. It essentially lies between saying nothing at all, and giving enough guidance to stay safe and aligned
with the learning goal (teacher- or student-derived). The key is determining the right amount and what kind of guidance. That is what I think
I will continue to grapple with as a I move forward in developing my own educational
philosophy.
Happy trails, smooth sails, sunny summers, clean masks, and cheers to enjoying the process!
Saturday, August 6, 2016
The Frustrating And The Awesome, in Glaucester Bay and Beyond
It's such a funny thing, trying to analyze just what it is I feel when I'm out on the water, but I'm far from alone in both feeling that soup of emotions as well as being unable to describe it fully in any coherent way. I love how simply smelling the air makes my muscles relax and makes breathing come easier. I love that taking off on fast-moving boat seems to bring a surge of electrically charged excitement, like every molecule is vibrating. I can be standing at the railing of a whale-watching boat, peer down the side at the surging white wash as the prow cuts through the water, and become hypnotized by it.
And I love how the creatures that live beneath the waves are still a complete mystery.
I was fortunate enough today to 1) be a part of a NESS SEA Americorps crew that is so active, social, and close-knit that after only knowing each other for 5 days managed to plan and successfully implement a two-and-a-half hour road trip to another state to go whale watching; and 2) get to go whale watching.
The name of the company was called Cape Ann Whale Watching, by the way. Based out of Glaucester, MA (this is pronounced "Glauster"), it's a pretty cool business.
One of the cooler aspects, at least for me, was of course the conversations with Lead Naturalist, Chris. I had to take a bite of my pride knowing that he was younger than I am, but nevertheless he was a great dude and super knowledgeable. Both being ocean geeks, and him vastly more knowledgeable than I, allowed for stimulating conversation. For example, I told him about the Sea Otter research I'd been a part of in Moss Landing, and he pulled their giant binder of whale genealogy, records and identifications (brought back good memories of working in Canada) and showed me the fluke of a whale they had named "Lutris" because of the small splotch on it's right fluke that looked exactly like a floating Sea Otter.
He also talked about matriarchal behavior of Humpbacks, of which I had no idea and found completely fascinating. We got to witness this behavior first-hand with one of the local matriarchs named Cajun (born in '88, represent!). As she was leading her entourage of "associates", a fourth female came into the mix, apparently trying to join the gang. Chris helped us all notice the aggressive behavior that Cajun started displaying, from making "trumpet blows" to quicker, more erratic and aggressive movement. Supposedly Cajun is picky with who she allows to join her crew, and who can blame her? The behaviors that are known to be used in feeding seem like a very complex coordinated dance, and when you realize these animals have to consume quite literally a ton of fish a day, it's "easy" to see that feeding is serious business for them.
I think what I'll remember most from my conversation with Chris wasn't any term or statistic or description of a behavior. It had more to do with the subject in general and the way it can reflect life in general. He told me about a talk he sat in on from one of the worlds leading Whale Song Researchers. And he told me that at the end of this research presentation, the researchers final slide was a big question mark. Despite all of the research and study and popularity surrounding Megaptera novaengliae, one of it's most endearing behaviors is still a complete mystery.
When Chris told me this story, I just shook my head and mused about how exciting and amazing it is that we still have so much to learn about the oceans and the life in it.
He said, "yeah, it's like this mix between frustrating and awesome".
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If there is still so much we don't know about one of most popular sea creatures alive today, imagine what we don't know about less charismatic sea creatures? Imagine what we may still learn, and what we may never get a chance to learn?
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On a slightly more whimsical note, the Whale Watching trip wasn't the only stop we made on this trip, thank goodness. We got to the area a little early, and managed to get up even further, to a little tourist attraction known as Rock Port. There we found some cool art shops, clothes shops, and what good ol' Google had brought up as the best Austrian Bakery in New England. I had looked it up because we have not one, but TWO Americorps members this year who are fluent in German and have spent considerable time in Germany or Austria. I have to say, the raspberry cheese strudel I got from Helmut's Strudel was one of the best pastries I've consumed in a long time. Unsurprisingly, the two German-speakers weren't as impressed ;-)
.... but I think it's safe to say we still all had a boat-load of fun.
Happy trails, smooth sailing, don't forget your snacks and your bathroom breaks, enjoy the little things as much as the great big things, embrace the frustrating AND the awesome...and if everyone remembers their raincoats, it won't rain.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Sea Names, Fornicating Snails, And Other Such Silliness On The Shores Of New London
So I'm in Connecticut now...no big deal. In case you couldn't hear it through the computer, re-read the last sentence and imagine thick sarcasm surrounding the last three words. Because for me (and for a few others close to me that have chose to or otherwise deal with me - Hi Mom and Dad) this HAS been a VERY big deal. Six weeks ago I was only vaguely aware of the opportunity that later would take me more than 3,000 miles from home. It only became a possible opportunity 4 weeks ago Wednesday, and until I was on that plane, 30,000 feet in the air with Mt. Hood only the closest feature on the board game-sized state of Oregon, I wasn't sure I would actually take it. In fact a few times I was pretty certain I wouldn't take it.
And yet, amidst all the failed efforts at packing, ridiculous non-sensical frustrations, constantly feeling that only certain demise awaited me....I made it here. I made it this far. I live, I'm relatively comfortable, I have a roof over my head, a cool room mate, awesome co-members, and as of 8 hours or so ago, I have Wi-Fi for crying out loud.
I'm going to cut this short. Leave some tales left untold, at least for now. But in a fleeting moment of clarity and motivation worth remembering, where ideas, emotions, and actions seem to flow and dance together, fitting into place, I'll conclude with this...fitting (haha) pledge. As the kids these days put it, I'm hashtag justgonnaleavethishere:
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I will get things done for America - to make our people safer, smarter, and healther;
I will bring Americans together to strengthen our communities;
Faced with apathy, I will take action;
Faced with conflict, I will seek common ground;
Faced with adversity, I will persevere;
I will carry this commitment with me this year and beyond;
I am an AmeriCorps Member, and I will get things done.
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Lets dust this off too....
Happy trails, smooth sailing, namaste; be bold, listen to Dueling Ninjas by Trace Bundy; Crepidula fornicata; happy 4:20; if it's two am and I say I'm in a meeting, don't ask why. See you in a hot sec. good morning? good night.