{"id":709,"date":"2024-06-03T14:21:35","date_gmt":"2024-06-03T14:21:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/catherinedenial.org\/blog\/?p=709"},"modified":"2024-06-03T14:21:35","modified_gmt":"2024-06-03T14:21:35","slug":"what-dreams-may-come","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/catherinedenial.org\/blog\/uncategorized\/what-dreams-may-come\/","title":{"rendered":"What Dreams May Come"},"content":{"rendered":"

The arc of my dream is always the same, no matter what: I am late to teach a class, and when I arrive there is chaos. Students are shouting, throwing balled-up pieces of paper at one another, laughing, and generally doing whatever they wish. I cannot get their attention. I try to raise my voice above theirs, but can\u2019t make myself heard. I try to raise a hand to suggest I want to speak, but I am ignored. I feel panicked, near tears, and convinced I am the worst educator in the world.<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s a dream I\u2019ve had often, and I once told my therapist all about it. She looked at me and said, \u201cWhy do you assume you\u2019re the teacher in this scenario?\u201d<\/p>\n

I was floored. It had never occurred to me that perhaps dream me needed to sit down and wait for a different teacher to arrive. When I considered all the many layers of personal experience and hopes and fears mixed up in my assuming I was in charge . . . Well. I had a lot to chew on.<\/p>\n

Although I haven\u2019t had this dream in a couple of years, it\u2019s been on my mind a lot lately. So many of us have muddled through the past year feeling a disconnect between our expectations of our students and our students\u2019 ability to meet those expectations. It\u2019s not unlike dream me standing at the front of the class and wondering why I can\u2019t get anyone\u2019s attention\u2013shouting, waving, and feeling like I suddenly know nothing about how to teach. And I\u2019ve been wondering – what if the question we need to ask is the same one my therapist asked about dream me? Why do I assume I\u2019m the teacher?<\/p>\n

There are some pat answers to that, right? My title, salary, and work experience all suggest I\u2019m a teacher. But teaching is not a unidirectional act. I can, of course, stand at the front of a classroom and I can tell people what I know without pausing for questions or comments, but that doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m doing a great job at teaching, or creating the conditions under which my students can learn. The best teaching – regardless of whether it happens in a lab, on Zoom, in a brick-and-mortar classroom, or in a dance studio, to pick just some examples – is collaborative. The best teaching assumes that students have things to teach <i>us<\/i> about how to do our jobs. There are few of us who can say we haven\u2019t learned anything from our students, whether the instruction they provided was positive or negative. We\u2019re constantly revising, tweaking, editing, and recreating our syllabus and homework assignments, class activities and hands-on experimental work in relation to the feedback our students are providing. And so many of us are working so hard right now to try and adapt to a shifting classroom reality.<\/p>\n

So I ask – why do we assume we\u2019re the teacher?<\/p>\n

Our students are trying – inexpertly, perhaps; they are newer to higher education than we are – to teach us what matters to them right now. They are communicating where they\u2019re struggling and where they\u2019re engaged, where they need encouragement, clarity, and greater communication, and where they feel they\u2019re steady on their feet. They are being incredibly clear about seeking (and sometimes not finding) purpose in what they\u2019re doing. Some of them need us to revisit what we mean when we say \u201cread this\u201d or \u201cwrite that,\u201d and all of them, I think, are telling us that life is often chaotic, humbling, frightening, and beyond their control.They are also teaching us what lifts them up, what enables them to push forward, what outfits them with optimism, and what fills them with delight.<\/p>\n

I think we should consider that – just as with books – there\u2019s a new edition of the text we\u2019ve been working with in our careers so far. It\u2019s been updated. There\u2019s a new introduction. The bibliography has been revised. But the text is all the more useful for the changes –\u00a0 if we can concede that we are in classrooms to learn, too.<\/p>\n

None of this provides concrete answers to the questions so many of us have about attendance policies, late work, reading skills, writing prompts, equations, paint colors, and arpeggios. There\u2019s a wealth of specificity with which each of us has to contend. But I think if we could shift our thinking a little, from \u201cHow baffling!\u201d to \u201can updated text, you say?\u201d we might find that there is something fantastic brewing in the mix of teaching and learning that our classrooms contain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The arc of my dream is always the same, no matter what: I am late to teach a class, and when I arrive there is chaos. Students are shouting, throwing balled-up pieces of paper at one another, laughing, and generally doing whatever they wish. I cannot get their attention. I try to raise my voice above theirs, but can\u2019t make myself heard. I try to raise a hand to suggest I want to speak, but I am ignored. I feel…<\/p>\n

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