What Does It Mean To Be Well Educated?

That’s the title of my latest book read. Alfie Kohn compiles a variety of essays on education, standards, grading, “and other follies” into a interesting book.

He starts with his most provokative essay titled the same as the book. He asks “What is purpose of education?”

Ned Noddings of Stanford urges us to reject “the deadly notion that the schools’ first priority should be intellectual development” and contends that “the main aim of education should be to produce competent, caring, loving, and lovable people.” Alternatively, we might wade into the dispute btwn those who see education as a means to creating or sustaining a democratic society and those who believe its primary role is economic, amounting to an “investment” in future works and, ultimately, corporate profits. In short, perhaps the question “How do we know if education has been successful?” shouldn’t be posed until we have asked what it’s supposed to be successful at.

He continues by discussing the qualification of an “educated person”:

How much do you have to know about neutrinos, or the Boxer rebellion, or the side-angle-side theorem? If deep understanding is required, then a) very few people could be considered well educated, and b) the number of items about which anyone could have that level of knowledge is sharply limited because time is finite. On the other hand, how can we justify a cocktail party level of familiarity with all these items – reminiscent of Woody Allen’s summary of War and Peace after taking a speed reading course: “It’s about Russia.”

Next, he cites Deborah Meier in her list of the importance of developing five “habits of mind” in schools: the value of raising questions about evidence (“How do we know what we know?”), point of view (“Whose perspective does this represent?”), connections (“How is this related to that?”), supposition (“How might things have been otherwise?”), and relevance (“Why is this important?”).

He concludes the chapter citing Dewey: To be well educated, then, is to have the desire as well as the means to make sure that learning never ends.

He then dives into a blistering critique on standarized tests, grading, the costs of overemphasizing achievement, and more. While I agree with most of his stuff, I do take exception with one assertion in the chapter “Confusing Harder with Better.” He says “No student should be expected to meet an academic requirement that a cross section of successful adults in the community cannot.” I disagree. If this were the standard, how do we achieve progress? How do we stretch our minds deeply to find out what we want to do with our lives?

If you are interested in new thinking about education or have kids in schools, check out Kohn’s work.

Swiss Exchange Student Comes and Goes

A couple months ago I started a sister-blog to chronicle my experiences and post pictures from an exchange program I am involved in in which a junior in high school from Switzerland stays with my family for three weeks and then I go to Zurich for three weeks.

Patrice, the student from Zurich, arrived three weeks ago and left this evening after celebrating Thanksgiving with my family. Img_0340More details and pictures are at my Zurich Exchange blog, but I learned some interesting things during his stay.

1. Switzerland is not very different from America. Other than the four official languages, much involving politics, culture, and adolescence is the same. This is not to say there are no differences or to try to homogenize two distinct peoples, but I never expected my mindset, opinions, or questions about life to be so similar.

2. Their approach to education is much different. They have longer school days and virtually no homework. This is compared to the US private high school education of shorter school days and hours and hours of homework.

3. The Swiss kids knew more about American culture than I did. They knew more movie stars, more music bands, and the like.

4. Europeans close the door to bathrooms even when no one is in there!?

5. I will generalize and say most European teens like heavy metal, punk music. Yuck.

In the New Year I will start thinking about my trip to Zurich in the beginning of June. I’ll be taking classes in English at their school but I’d like to travel a bit to the surrounding countries of Italy, Germany, or France. If you have any ideas or experiences please share.

I Believe In Tomorrow

In 8th grade I gave the graduation speech for my class and I read the following poem which has been really inspirational for me but that I did not write and in fact do not know the original source. Even if you’re not young in age, you can always be young in heart. Perhaps people who were speechless after Nov 2 (Andy Sack, for one) can find solace in this.

I believe in tomorrow. I believe in it because it has not yet come. And I am young, and youth always believes that tomorrow will be better than today. I believe that I will do tomorrow what I failed to do today, and be then what I have not yet been.

I trust the future. Youth is always glorious because it trusts the future. Youth will attempt the impossible, scale the mountain that is supposed to be inaccessible, and dare the thing that age will fear.

I believe in tomorrow because it is unspoiled. I have, nor has anyone, yet written on it with grimy finger or insanity or selfishness or sin. No wars have been fought in tomorrow. No lie has been told, or dishonest deed done in tomorrow. No man has treacherously failed a friend in tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one clean, beautiful day, the day on which dreams come true, on which the impossible things will yet be done, on which I shall have the nerve and the will to be and to do that which was too much for me in the grim battle of today.

I believe in tomorrow.

Study Skills My Ass

That’s the latest from my advisor at school. Do the reading better = get better grades. Makes sense. But it’s not why I have a C in the class. “I’m sure you’re really busy with your business thing and your other interests but…” It’s impossible for me to try to explain the amount of emotional and intellectual energy that goes to other things, and many times it seems like I can’t control it when my mind wanders. I’m just so god damn fidgety when reading page after page of 400-page textbook after 400-page textbook that I’d rather sit back and watch Cornel West engage in rhetorical wizardry and ponder the implications of moving away from an examined, Socratic society and into a materialistic, anti-intellectual one.

I felt pretty abandoned after that advisor meeting. I wish they would stop taking the same cookie cutter model and trying to mold me around that…I want to be different. I think different. I am different. My philosophies may not always be right, but they’re different.

A rant about high school

This is a rant about high school, feel free to read or ignore, and pardon my French.

Some days I sit around with friends and laugh so hard that I get sad thinking about when high school will be over. Other days I sit and look around me and see a bunch of really young, immature boys and girls and I want to scream “get me out of here!” It’s a pretty even balance usually. Recently it’s been more of the latter category. All the social instability, and the social climbing, and the gossip, and the clothes, and superficiality, and all that cheap shit. I mean it’s sickening. I see people who came from feeder schools and have been hanging out with the same 3-4 people their whole life (I guess the notion of “branching out” is a dead one). I see people whose only concern in the world is what’s happening the next Friday night. I respect the people who can acknowledge that they have an alcohol or drug problem, but I can’t stand it when they don’t seek help. It’s maddening to see parents be so overprotective that they change their child to be a meek, closed person instead of an assertive, risk-taking one. I’m sick of hearing stories about the latest MTV show. I’m sick of having to hug someone each and every time I see them – can’t we just look each other in the eye and start talking instead of acknowledging our intense happiness to see each other through a hug or “ghetto” handshake? Finally, I’m sick of people whining about their grades and being ultra-competitive with their own friends about these artificial indicators of achievement. Thank God my life isn’t all about high school, as it’s this fact which keeps me as happy and curious as I am!