Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

On Not Paying Attention


Paying attention – heeding the other – no small thing in our society, we demand it from ourselves and others from an early age and I am left to wonder why.  For paying attention is not really about actually noticing someone else or what they’re saying or doing.  When we in these United States speak of paying attention, what we really mean is that you must heed me in a way that lets me know you’re heeding me.  Otherwise, you are not “paying attention” to me.

Spouses demand it from each other.  Parents from children although children do not have the right to expect it from parents.  Teachers certainly expect it from students.  And here is the rub.

A little guy in my family is not one for paying attention.  Never has been.  To the chagrin of his parents and others, he probably never will be.  But I am not to sussed by his supposed lack of attention for one very simple reason: this beloved boy-child comes from a very long line of inattentive ancestors and I am chief among them.

Don’t get me wrong: social skills matter.  But I have to ask whether they matter as much as we think they should.  When it comes to school, the point (it seems to me) to paying attention is to learn.  Turns out this grand son actually does quite well in school with his subjects.  But he does not do well in communicating to the teacher that he is present.

Given that he’s doing well, he must actually be paying attention to the subject matters at hand (either that or he was simply born knowing his school subjects, which, while I’d like to think he’s that smart, seems highly unlikely).  So it seems to me that his problem is that somehow, either with eye contact or its lack most likely, or with moving about or talking with other students or drawing when he’s supposed to be ‘listening’, the teacher is interpreting his behavior as inattentiveness when really, he’s hearing everything she says, or enough at least to teach him what she wants him to know.

So what is the problem?  From my own extensive experience, I conclude that when it comes to attention, perception is everything.  So often am I perceived by others to not be paying attention to them.  You’d have to ask them why they think so.  Maybe it’s because I’ll often be looking somewhere else.  Maybe it’s because I seem to be doing something else.  Maybe it’s because I do not offer the expected response or when I’m listening especially attentively, I offer no response at all because I am still listening, waiting, for you.  That’s all speculation on my part.

But I can tell you that my hearing is just fine and I hear it all (sometimes I wish I didn’t, but that’s another story).

Maybe it is a character flaw not to give folks the response they seek when we’re communicating, whether it’s eye contact, head nods or other non-verbal prompts, or verbal engagement.  And if someone goes to the extreme on avoiding those things, I get that it’s a problem.

But the daily input of information can be overwhelming.  And our world leaves little room for quiet.  So me and my kind have a tendency, even amidst our own talking, to create our own quiet spaces inside our own minds simply because it’s restful there.

But don’t worry.  We hear you.  Really.  Just look at our test scores.

Friday, August 23, 2013

1st Grade Blessing

May the sun shine on the sidewalk before every step you take . . .
May the clothes you wear sit comfortably upon your shoulders . . .
May learning be the joy that awaits you each day . . .
May new friends be around every corner . . .
May your teachers love what they do and who you are . . .
May safe haven be forever yours in the halls and corridors of life . . .
May the smell of chalk and cafeteria foods and books fill you with delight . . .
May the stories of your day fill all who hear them with smiles . . .
May learning to tie your shoes be a moment of great satisfaction . . .
May your Gran’s refrigerator be filled with the pictures you draw and
          the stories you write . . .
May you never bully or sulk or complain – because you have been given much,
          much is required of you, even when you are only 6 . . .
May God’s ways guide your ways all the days of your life . . .

Thursday, June 6, 2013

12 Things to Know When You Turn Six

My grandson will soon turn six and there are some things (I think) he needs to know.  In the imagined conversation in my head, my shared wisdom goes something like this:

You’ll be six soon, Rowen.  I am so excited for you.  You’ll have so many adventures in first grade.  But you’ll have hard times too.  So here are some helpful rules:

1. Someone might make fun of your hair.  If they do, blame your mom – when it comes to hair, it’s always the mom’s fault (at least that’s what the kids on the playground think, so you can get away with blaming her).  But if it gets too tough, just call me and I’ll send you that picture of your dad – you know the one – with no teeth and the laser lights coming out of his head and the hair – sigh – he loved that hair (but we know better, don’t we?).  And when we laugh at how silly that was, we’ll feel better.

2. Sometimes the teacher will get mad at you.  Remember that that’s her job.  Tell her you’re sorry even if you aren’t – teachers like that – and who knows, maybe you really will be sorry.  They also like it when you do what they say.  They like that a lot!  But never, ever, ever, do something that’s wrong just because a big person tells you to.  That is not right and it is not okay.  And I will back you up 100%.

3. Sometimes you’ll be bored.  Learn to make a face that looks like it’s interested and let your mind travel wherever it wants.  Just remember #2 when you get caught (and you will sometimes get caught – and teachers really hate daydreaming).

4. When things get tough, just remember you’ll be 7 soon.  7 has it’s own problems, but it’s something to help you get through being 6 – trust me when I tell you this.

5. You may have to learn to fight, but it’s way better to learn how to laugh.  If you can get folks laughing with you, you’ll make friends out of enemies.  But don’t make fun of them – nobody likes that.

6. Cafeteria food will always be cafeteria food – it’s one of the punishments of being smaller than everyone else that you have to eat it.  But you’ll survive, so don’t sweat it.  And remember – everyone else has to eat the same food too.  And be nice to the people who make you the food – it’s not their fault the food is so bad.  And even if it is, everyone deserves to have someone be nice to them.

7. Always keep sharp pencils.  They’re so much more satisfying to write with.

8. Learn from everybody.  Everybody has something to teach you, even if it’s what not to do.  So when a classmate gets in trouble, pay attention.  And don’t do what he did.  Sometimes it’s really that simple.

9. Have fun learning.  You are smart and the world has much to teach you.  If you don’t understand, don’t be afraid to ask.  Most times, nobody else understands either.  They’re just too shy to ask.

10. Always remember to send Gran a copy of your report card and papers.  Gran loves to get mail and lots of times, there’s money in it for you.  That’s how Grans show grandsons how much they love them when they’re far away.

11. No secrets.  You’re too young to have secrets and anyone who tells you otherwise isn’t being good, so don’t you listen to them.

12. Finally, make friends with someone who doesn’t have any friends.  Maybe they’re too shy.  Maybe they’re not very nice.  Maybe they don’t smell so good.  Maybe they just need a friend.  If you want to have friends, you have to be a friend.  And remember to take up for kids who can’t take up for themselves, the ones who get picked on or yelled at, because they need friends more than anyone.  And you are a great friend for anyone to have.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Tutorial Tuesdays: Getting Schooled by Jesus


It’s Tuesday of Holy Week.  In the Gospel of Mark, it’s a busy day.  Jesus is spending a lot of time teaching, or more accurately, ‘schooling’* the powers-that-be.

The Pharisees come and it’s chatter about Caesar and taxes and such.  Flummoxed, the Sadducees are sent in next and it’s all about heaven and which husband does the woman married to seven of them on earth get in heaven (I’m left wondering if the gal gets any say in this and chortling over Jesus’ smack down).

Then it’s a scribe who starts out as a trickster too (you know it’s desperate when they send in the lawyer), but turns into a serious conversationalist as he and Jesus ponder together the greatest, the most important, thing to know, to do, when it comes to God.  Jesus’ answer is elegant simplicity itself: love God, love neighbor.  The scribe is moved to throw out all the observances and paperwork that had, no doubt, been his life’s work up to that point.  And Jesus rewards him with a blessing – the blessing of knowing he’s not far from God.

The ability of Jesus to see into hearts and minds, to understand the subtext and get at the real issue is a thing of beauty and humor, grace and challenge.

Some days we need the blessing.

Some days we need the conversation.

And some days, we just need schooling.

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*school (verb - slang):  to strongly defeat during a competitive activity. Etymology: someone that was "schooled" has been "taken to school." That is, taught how to do something. And then they are badly beaten in the process. Tto tell one about. to try and teach or educate one about.   Online Slang Dictionary