Thirty-five years ago when I taught a combined first and second grade class, it was an unparalleled opportunity to see human beings in an unvarnished state. At that time children weren’t being sent to daycare at birth, and kindergartens were non-existent in small towns and rural areas like ours, so the strongest influence in most of my young students’ lives had been a relatively accepting and affirming mother or grandmother. The children hadn’t been lacquered with social conformity yet and their unique personalities and ways of responding to life hadn’t been labeled or graded. It was an amazing experience of the delightful, though challenging, diversity in human nature. Seeking different approaches to teaching, so the explosive joy of learning could happen for each child, was a fascinating puzzle.
The effects of prior influences such as family economics were definitely identifiable, but still somewhat malleable.
When Larry, a well scrubbed youngster with a home haircut and rural speech patterns, was obviously being excluded from group play at recess, I checked it out. David, the local bank president’s son explained simply, “We don’t play with the Crocketts.” But when I said gently, but firmly, “Here, you do,” he and his peers accepted it cheerfully, glad enough to have another male team member in a class where girls outnumbered boys. They didn’t need much encouragement to let gender outweigh adult social divisions.
Larry was already a survivor. If he hadn’t lived on a dirt road that ran through a creek, he would have been called street smart. He had a pragmatic approach to coming up with answers. When he was put on the spot, you could see him scanning the room for clues, the alphabet around the black board, the bulletin board for words, the clock for numbers, and as a last resort, his neighbor’s paper. If even that failed, he would simply invent an answer. Often they were close enough to count.
Another child, Peter, taught me a lot about the influences of birth order in the family. He was a funny, loveable, cowboy-booted second grader, who was the youngest of eight children. My primary education classes had stressed that the timing of birthdates in the calendar year could make a child, particularly a boy, unready developmentally for particular learning tasks.
When the time came to begin cursive writing instruction, Peter’s uncontrolled scrawl in printing cast serious doubt on his fine muscle control. Since several late enrollees in second grade had left us short of cursive writing workbooks, I decided to solve both problems by holding Phillip back on starting cursive writing. Unfortunately, I had already given out the workbooks, so this meant taking Peter’s back to give it to the latest newcomer.
The next morning Phillip’s distraught mother came to me before class, describing Peter’s tearful outrage over losing his book, his very own personal book that already had his name on it. He had cried himself to sleep and for the first time didn’t eagerly rush to get ready for school.
I took Peter to the teacher’s lounge and apologized with deep regret for taking his book away. But, I pointed out how uneven and hard to read his printing was and told him that we needed to work on that before he had to struggle with an even more difficult style of writing. I gave him his cursive book back, along with some extra printing practice pages, and challenged him to practice extra hard on printing so I could move him into cursive as soon as possible. That evening I stayed late carefully copying and running off mimeographed pages from the cursive book for the newcomer. (There were no scanner/printers back then.)
The next morning to my amazement, Phillip brought in several sheets of perfect printing. In the following days everything Peter printed was perfectly shaped, sized, and spaced. By the end of the week, Peter successfully moved into cursive writing.
Motivation is an wondrous thing.
The problem is that individuals vary greatly in what it takes to motivate them and as teachers, we tend to use the approach that works on us. As the youngest child in a large family, Peter was the pet, adored and babied by all. He had never been pushed to meet external expectations. He taught me that my personal style of motivating only by affirmation might not always be appropriate.
As the saying goes, “Some people need to see the light. Others need to feel the heat!”
At the same time, I wasn’t the only teacher learning new things. Our third and fourth grade teacher, a somewhat prissy young man just out of college, learned the hard way not to let a tiny nervous overachiever named Meredith sit on his teacher manuals while under the stress of taking tests. I nearly choked trying to stifle my laughter when he called me out into the hall in a state of indignant horror. I don’t know what he did while his new manuals were being ordered, but he definitely wasn’t interested in drying out his old ones!
The Merediths with nervous bladders are already overburdened by inner pressure, but the Peters will coast and underachieve without an external push. Motivating is half the battle in teaching.
Millie, a beautiful child with huge brown eyes, had no known father and a teenage mother who had run away from the responsibility of parenting. But her grandmother and extended family came to all teacher conferences, programs, field days, and often to even have lunch with her. Toward the end of first grade, I began to chide Millie gently about not finishing her math work.
“Oh, Mrs Norman,” she responded. “I’m very good at reading. Do I have to be good at everything?”
Though fortunately unexpressed, my gut-level response was, “Of course!”
My particular personality, reinforced by a strongly academic father, had bred in me a strong need to excel in everything. I hadn’t always succeeded, but at that moment, I recognized how compulsive I still was about trying. For the first time in my life, I questioned just how reasonable this compulsion really is. So, I hesitated and gave the question serious consideration. After a moment, I replied, “No, Millie, you don’t have to be as good in math, but there are a lot of things in life that take at least knowing how to add and subtract, even fun things like shopping. You need to keep on trying; don’t give up.” She seemed to accept that and went back to work on her math paper. In later years when teaching older students with learning disabilities, I used menus from McDonalds in teaching both reading and math. It at least gave them a reason they understood to struggle to learn something that was so frustrating for them.
Richard, a newcomer late in my second year of teaching, was repeating first grade. He seemed intelligent, but definitely not inclined to do his work. In reading group his mind was obviously far away, even though he needed to be listening to gain familiarity with many of the words. I took him aside and asked him why he didn’t listen in reading group to help himself recognize the words when it was his turn. He said the stories were boring and he had already heard them all. I laughed, which obviously surprised him. So I explained, “Richard, how many times do you think I’ve heard these stories? Don’t you think I find them boring?” He looked puzzled and didn’t reply. “Richard, I have five children of my own that have brought these same books home to read to me. Then, I heard them all at least twice again last year, and now am hearing them over this year. Richard, these stories were boring the first time I heard them. Sometimes I want to scream out loud, when I have to listen to them again. Do you know why I keep listening?” Richard shook his head, big-eyed with amazement. “I do it because I want you to learn to read. I want you to soon be able to read interesting, even exciting, books you enjoy. If I care enough about you learning to read to put up with hours and hours of listening to boring stories that I’ve heard over and over, shouldn’t you care enough to listen for your own sake?” Richard looked thoughtful and finally nodded. “OK, Richard, you are going to try hard to listen and watch the words so you will remember them and learn how to read better stories and I am going to listen and try hard not to scream.” Somewhat to my surprise, Richard did try harder and did begin to read better. I don’t think it had ever occurred to him that a teacher could be as bored as he was, yet keep on listening for his sake.
Janette, whose parents didn’t even realize it, came into first grade reading on at least an eighth grade level. I quickly put her to finding her own library books to read at her seat while the rest of the class was doing reading readiness work. But, Janette was an extrovert who loved working in a group and getting good feedback for her correct answers, so I let her work in the group two days and read on her own the other three. As I began to teach math however, I discovered that having taught herself to read, Janette experienced needing to be taught math or even techniques in art as being stupid. She mentally blocked out my explanations. She felt she had to puzzle out everything on her own. And when she couldn’t make her art look as good as her friend’s, she simply turned off to art.
One day she even had a meltdown in the lunch room, because previously having always brought her lunch, she didn’t know to carry her tray to the kitchen window. When we lined up to return to class, I requested that whoever had left their tray, please carry it to the window. Janette returned to the table, but stood frozen in humiliation with tears streaming down her face. Before I could figure out how to help her, the principal came in and asked loudly, “What’s the matter with you, Janette? The class is waiting on you.” When Janette didn’t respond, the principal berated her, reminding her that her parents would be very disappointed in her for acting like that.” Janette remained frozen and mute. I didn’t know how to intervene at that point, so I just took the rest of the class back to the classroom out of hearing. Eventually Janette reappeared, red-faced but no longer crying. She was subdued and mute the rest of the day. She also brought her lunch from home the rest of the year.
For me, the whole experience was like seeing my childhood pass before my eyes: The years of learning everything the hard way. Of feeling stupid if I didn’t learn something easily and quickly, of completely turning off to art, because it didn’t come naturally to me and I couldn’t start out as one of the best. I recognized then that some of us are either born, or have become by first grade, unteachable. Self-taught doesn’t just apply to the unschooled.
Twenty years later I read about right-brain and left-brain modes of learning and that there were ways to get into right-brain mode for drawing and painting. So at sixty I took up art, knowing that mine would start out as the worst in the class, but finally believing it was not only possible to learn, but it really was all right to have to be taught. A couple of years later, when my art teacher was moving to another city, she asked if she could use my sketch from the first day of her class along with the picture of my two-year-old great-grandson that I had done at the end of the nine-week course, as an advertisement for her classes. Since this captured perhaps my greatest accomplishment, becoming teachable, I gladly gave her permission.
So not only are teachers challenged to teach, but also to find ways to help the unteachable accept being taught.
As an extrovert myself, I love hot teaching both as a student and a teacher. Hot teaching is where the teacher throws out a question or a controversial statement and the students shout out answers or arguments and a fast-paced discussion is kept up with everyone joining in whenever they want. It’s noisy, fast, and sometimes funny, but since extroverts need to say things to even know what they are thinking, this is extrovert heaven. Of course it is at the same time, introvert hell. Introverts need time to figure out what they think and even more time to figure out the best way to express it. By the time they get it together, the extroverts have moved on to something else. I still would want to at least sometimes balance the working alone times, teacher monologues, and teacher controlled dialogues with some hot teaching. But I did discover that I had created a monster for the teachers of the higher grades. Years later I ran into the fifth grade teacher and he asked, “How in the world did you teach Janette, Dolly, and Serena? Did you just let them shout out answers whenever they felt like it?” Of course, that was exactly what I had done, though just in designated group times.
I had developed my own strategies for switching back and forth between traditional and more free-wheeling times in the classroom. I developed learning centers and allowed the students to go quietly to them whenever they finished their workbook exercises while I was working with other groups. Since Peter Pan was a current movie favorite, when I wanted everyone back into their seats quickly, I called out, “ALLIGATOR!” Once a child was back in their seat, they were allowed to start saying, “Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock” until the last child was in their seat. They got into the spirit of this so much, they sat with their feet up off the floor out of the alligator infested water, until we stopped the chant. Of course, the underlying assumption was that the last child was alligator lunch.
That generation of children didn’t seem nearly as susceptible to terror as mine had been. They loved catching flies to feed to our class pet, a venus flytrap. But during my second year of teaching, I had to give this up. Several months into the year, many of the children came in telling me with big eyes and stricken voices of the story on the evening news about a child in Florida actually being eaten by an alligator. Our game had suddenly become too real for comfort.
Though my class of twenty-five students would be considered a small group, it encompassed two grades. Normally both first and second grade students would have at least twenty minute reading group time with the teacher each day. That meant the least amount of reading groups with approximately the same level of skill would be two to each grade. And then there would be several students needing more help than that. And with two grades, the most advanced group of the first grade learns very differently than those needing the most help in second grade, so even those can’t be grouped together. In primary grades the basics like reading, math, and phonics/language skills need to be taught in the morning when young students (and older teachers) are fresh. Time for four to five reading groups, two periods of math, two periods of teaching phonics/spelling/language skills is a squeeze.
I alleviated some of this pressure by recruiting parent volunteers to listen to the more advanced groups read in the cafeteria. I also used them with one or two less skilled readers at a time. This inclusion of both advanced and slower children kept the time with volunteers from carrying any sort of label for the children.
A wonderful serendipity for me personally was discovering that I could also use grandmothers for this.
My own mother had come to live with us in the country, because she was beginning to have problems functioning on her own in the fast pace of Houston, Texas. We didn’t even know the name Alzheimer’s then, but later realized that she was in the early stages at that point. We knew she needed to stop driving, but this left her stuck out in the middle of nowhere by herself all day, week after week. Since she had taught secretarial skills in a business college, I tentatively tried bringing her to school with me three days a week. It turned out that she related wonderfully to the children. They all pleaded for chances to read to her. I suspect she had a stash of sweet rewards in her purse.
As the mother of five, I too had learned that with young children, the more immediate and appealing the reward, the better the chance of reinforcing the behavior. So, I started my teaching career with a desk drawer full of candy mints. They were popular, cheap, and not messy. After a couple of weeks, Serena, a particularly energetic second grader, arrived at school with a sack of sugarfree mints for me to use for her rewards. At first, it hit me as kind of pitiful and ironic that she was furnishing her own rewards, but she seemed perfectly happy with this. And the blessing for me was that I recognized the advantage of sugarfree treats. Adding to the energy level of first and second graders isn’t something a forty-year-old teacher wants to do.
I also discovered fairly early on that some children have two-track minds. I guess they would be today’s multi-taskers. But, when they are being expected to sit still and just listen, if you don’t find a way to keep the other track busy, they will find a way that distracts the other students. I am disconcerted by students not looking at me when I am speaking. But I found by randomly asking for feedback while allowing those children to doodle, that they actually were hearing what I was saying. When it was time for important instructions, I would just say, “OK, Let me see your baby blues and browns.” That reassured me and focused any dreamers.
I wish now for the sake of a first grader that came to our school late in the year, that we had known at least what we do now about Autism. Ernie, like Janette, came in already reading anything and everything. But he read with rapid-fire, machine gun speed without inflection and without any understanding of the meaning. I did not have a clue what to do. And to add to the problem, when I gave instructions or told him to clean up the mess under his desk, he just stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Obviously, he was not processing what I was saying. I spent time condensing paragraphs to one or two sentences and creating simple questions for a volunteer to use with Ernie on comprehension. We started this too late in the year to see much result, but I realize now from having a granddaughter with Autism, that he needed much more extensive and basic language therapy than we knew about then. I often wonder where Ernie is now and how he has fared.
My first year I was totally unprepared for a phenomenon that occurred around eight weeks into the school year. For many, though unfortunately not all, there’s a magic moment in learning to read. The parts seem to come together and the mind simply “gets it.” It’s awesome. That first year it happened simultaneously for a group of the first graders. Several students came up to me, exclaiming excitedly, “Mrs. Norman, I can read! Listen! I can read.” And they could, smoothly and with expression that showed understanding. Before long most of the first graders were reading out loud at whatever their level of skill was with great enthusiasm to anyone willing to listen. I jettisoned the lesson plans and declared it “Reading Day.” Everyone was allowed to find a book they could read either at their seat or in a group. The second graders got into the spirit and made themselves available for consultation on difficult words. Even the first graders, who weren’t “there” yet, seemed infected with reading fever and were willing to give it their all. Nobody even wanted to stop for lunch. They all complained when I told them to line up.
It was a joyous and memorable moment.
But at the end of the year, tests showed that more children than should be were reading below level. No one turned off to learning in my classes, but I knew that when they could not manage content focused materials in later grades, they would. I was a conscientious and creative teacher. I loved the children and they loved me. The parents loved me and the principal loved me. But I was not the right teacher for basic skills such as reading and math.
I learn by grasping concepts and then connecting details to the relevant concepts. I scan material for ideas without reading every word. Repetition bores me silly, particularly of details. My mind makes connections without having to consciously go through consecutive steps.
Most people do not learn this way. About eighty percent learn linearly, step by step. Also, for them repetition is the soul of scholarship. The few of my students whose minds worked like mine raced ahead of grade level, learning joyously almost on their own. But the majority struggled, since I found it almost impossible to explain things in ways they could understand and because I did not stress repetition of detail nearly enough. To the detriment of those students, it took me two years to realize this. A reality that makes me sad even now.
When I gave notice because I didn’t feel I was the right person for teaching basic skills, the principal, school board, and parents wanted me to teach third and fourth grade. But, when I thought of those delightful children, whom I truly loved, having me for four years in a row, I regretfully declined.
Years later, I studied Carl Jung’s personality types and became a consultant on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. There is a lot of relevant research on the effects of mismatched teaching/learning styles. It demonstrates clearly why I was wrong for the task, though not for the children.
I’ve taken a lot of classes that included processes for decision making. Several things have stuck with me in spite of my unreliable memory.
Perhaps the most important one is that we each have natural tools/gifts, but they are only part of what is needed for an effective problem solving process. Effective problem solving not only needs a team approach, it requires recognition of the equal importance of diverse gifts.
First, it needs a vision of the long term goal, not just the quick fix.
Second, it needs brainstorming that includes all possibilities, even seemingly “pie in the sky” ones.
Third, each possibility will have a down side. So, list and evaluate the down sides. Eliminate the ones with downsides that you feel you cannot live with.
Fourth, look at the practical problems needing solving for each possibility and generate reasonable solutions.
Fifth, Now re-evaluate, in terms of (a) personal values, (b) downsides, (c) actual resources, those possibilities that ended up having reasonable solutions for problems. Then make your choice, or if a group decision is needed, come to consensus.
Note: For believers in Jesus Christ as the perfect human expression of God’s love for all, this process would involve both communal and personal prayer for guidance at the beginning, at any conflict points or questionable areas, and at the final decision making point, and would include evaluations throughout in the light of the values fleshed out in the life and death of Jesus.
Some of us react to the outside world straight from our feelings. It’s our personality.
We were born that way. We didn’t choose it. That makes us warm, caring, enthusiastic,
empathetic, but also sensitive.
We may be able to move to logic eventually, but our first response is emotional.
If we also happen to be perfectionists, this makes us very vulnerable, particularly to
Those of us who express our inner selves through art, writing, music, photography, etc.,
are particularly sensitive to criticism of our creations. It’s as if our very souls are up for
evaluation. Any editing or suggestion for improvements seems like total rejection of whom
Sadly, since nothing and no one are perfect, often our inability to deal constructively
with editing, criticism, even teaching, can defeat us by preventing our developing skills to
enhance our natural talents. Often, we simply give up and put our energies into something
that doesn’t make us feel so vulnerable. Usually something that we either don’t value as much
or doesn’t expose our inner selves, so not being perfect at it doesn’t destroy us.
We can end up with boxes and closets filled with our creative output, either never completed
or never exposed to other eyes. Maybe we risk sending something off once every ten years, but
when the 99 % inevitable result is a rejection letter, we quit risking for another ten years.
I’m 75 and a lot of what ends up on this blog was written some time ago.
The sad part is that I had affirmation in college from teachers and later got several things
published, but in between received some rejection letters, at least partially because I
sent them to inappropriate publications. Each rejection sent me into years of either not writing
or at least not risking trying to get published.
I explore the world with my intellect. I see connections between ideas, implications,
possibilities. On the Meyers/Briggs Type Indicator this indicates that I process information
with my Intuition. I focus more on the conceptual, than the concrete.
However, as a Feeling type my first response to the world comes from my emotions
and values. I can think and analyze logically, but that will not be my first or strongest response
to experiences or ideas.
There are other aspects of personality that influence us, like Extroversion/Introversion, which
describe where we tend to focus, on the outside world or our inner world.
And Judgment/Perception which describe whether we tend to stay focused on gathering
information or move quickly to decision or action.
I am grossly oversimplifying personality type as described by the MBTI, but for the purpose
of this article, it should be enough to help us recognize that there are particular recognizable
differences in how people deal with life.
Another aspect I’d like to emphasize is that there’s a natural upside to each tendency, but also
a natural downside to each that present unique challenges to each type. This is both a shock
and a gift once we recognize this. It’s a shock because we tend to believe our way of being in
the world, if not the only way, is the best way. Recognizing that every personality type has built
in strengths and weaknesses, challenges us to reevaluate many opinions and to become more
humble about our limits and our need to listen to others.
No more than about 15 % of the population are like me. It was actually a great relief to
discover that. Do you remember the Sesame Street song, “One of these is not like the others.
One of these doesn’t belong?” Well most of my life that described how I felt. Type has
explained a lot.
However, it doesn’t excuse everything. We do develop throughout life and should find it
easier to become more proficient in our weaker areas as we grow older.
But knowledge is power. If we can recognize the aspects of our natural personality that are
creating road blocks for us, we can work on finding ways around them or team up with others
whose strengths are where we are weak.
For me blogging is a way around my weaknesses in handling details, taking rejection, and persevering at one long task.
I probably need several different blogs: one humorous/serious one on aging; one humorous
one on moving to the country; one humorous/serious one on a fifty-four year marriage to my
total opposite in personality, a serious one on growing spiritually through all of the above.
But for now, just having an outlet for past and present thoughts on all of these, either as they
hit me or as cleaning out files brings them to light, is a great motivator. And who knows, maybe
I’ll live long enough to gather my materials into those categories and attempt to publish them.
I have also discovered that many writers share major aspects of my personality. Since many
bloggers are writers or artists, there’s a fairly good chance that there are a significant number
of bloggers who speak my language. So, it may be easier to find an appreciative audience.
I need to share one very relevant experience. Years ago, I applied for a three year lay ministry
program. As part of this, we were given a battery of psychological tests, including IQ tests.
Then we were given feedback about any areas that might cause us problems in ministry.
I was told that I had two areas of potential weakness. One was that I had a high IQ and
probably always thought I was right in conflicts of opinion, but no one was right all the time.
The second was that I was oversensitive to criticism, though he admitted he thought there was
possibly a gender skew to the tests, since way more women tested high in that area.
I realize that what I’m about to share, does not reflect well on the IQ part, but does
really illustrate the problem. I went home very angry. My gut level first response was, “If they
know I’m so sensitive, why would they tell me that!”
This eventually made me deal with my oversensitivity as my problem, not the rest of the
world’s! Sometimes we are our own worst enemies.
It’s that every child is different. They arrive different. They are motivated differently. They learn differently. They express themselves differently. Their emotional responses to everything in life can be light years apart from their siblings and even you. Their strengths and weaknesses are like day and night from one another. And whether it’s your children or your students, many or sometimes, even most, will be different from you in all these ways.
That sounds obvious, but if you watch yourself as a parent or teacher, you soon realize that we expect them to respond as we do, to be motivated by what motivates us, to come from inner viewpoints that are similar to our own. To even have the same intuitive knowledge about people or right and wrong that we do. Even your first child may seem like an alien from Mars and throw you for a loop as a parent. (That difference may inadvertently insure that they remain an only child.)
To a certain extent it is their inalienable right to be different. The reality, of course, is that to some extent as social beings, we all have to learn to accept group limits and learn to adapt as best we can in a world that does not center around us.
The most helpful tool for recognizing and understanding many of these differences that I have found, so far, is the Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator. My husband and I are extreme opposites on every area of personality that this attempts to describe. (Married for fifty-four years, we consider our marriage a witness to the possibilityof world peace. Though we admit that his intense dislike of change and my devout cowardice at the thought of raising five children alone may have been significant factors.)
And our five children are mixes of every imaginable combination of our personality traits. Imagine my surprise when everything that worked so well with number one, evoked a totally opposite response from number two, etc., etc., etc.
Though as a past consultant on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I’ve done workshops on its significance in education, spirituality, marriage, and management, at seventy-five I am not up to date on the best resources. The internet has many, but the quality varies greatly. If you are interested in following up on this, use the Association for Psychological Type as a guide.
Addendum: For examples of differences in a first and second grade class see post: Important Things I Learned from First Graders When I Was Forty: June 28