20%

For years I have wanted to offer the students what Google offers its engineers–20% of their time to pursue a passion.  I finally decided to implement it today at the midpoint in the year.  There are a few catches and “rules.”  They have to connect what they do to one of the disciplines commonly included in “Social Studies” and they must use skills that are listed in our curriculum.  It is a catch, but in reality almost anything can be connected and any work they do can be linked to many of the skills listed.

When I met with the kids there were many blank stares…the concept of academic freedom was foreign.  I have already had one kid tell me they were opting out.  I thought I already gave them a lot of freedom in my class but after seeing the stares, I realized that I still dictate the parameters of their learning.

To say I am worried is an understatement.  They will get the Friday of every five day week…we will negotiate for other weeks.  That is approximately 20 days.  They have been asked to keep a record of what they are doing, present once quickly at the mid-term, and share in more detail at the end of each quarter.  No rules for what they have to produce or how much.  Now I don’t have students who are begging for this.  At this point in the year every project we do is still a shock to their system.  Many kids are not sure how they will think of something to learn about.   I do expect intellectual wandering the first couple of weeks, and my guess is that I won’t see full engagement for at least 3-5 weeks.

I have read some accounts from other classes doing this and how their room quickly fills with the products of their 20% time.  I am not being pessimistic, but simply realistic when I say that won’t happen in my class.  Whenever I read posts from folks that write about how they just let the kids onto piece of technology and watch them lead the way I always think about how reality is a bit different for me.  It takes months and months of purposeful unschooling before my kids can just bust out and be amazingly creative historians on their own.   This is a project that I am not doing to allow them to pursue their passions, but to begin to find a passion.  I am not expecting a photographic exhibit, or 3-D models of new waste water treatment plants.  I don’t think there will be any novels published, or robots made.  I think there will be a lot of dabbling in this and that.  Have you ever seen a documentary of a sea turtle coming out of it’s shell?  It is a slow process that can take days.  That what I hope they do…slowly chip and break away at their “shell” and by the end of the year emerge as an independent kid who can drive their own learning…and maybe they will have discovered a passion along the way.

I am really excited about starting this.  As I ended the meeting I simply told the kids, “You have 20 days of freedom, do something spectacular with it.”  I may have been a realist above, but I am also a bit of a dreamer.  That’s why I am positive in June you will be reading a post about how this project changed my kids, changed me, and how along the way some pretty spectacular things happened.  I can’t wait to get started.

 

Make them do the impossible…

There is an increasing amount of chatter on the internet about the value of letting kids make mistakes, letting them fail, allowing them to be wrong…throw into the conversation a giant heap of how to get them to unleash their creativity…of course the two are interconnected.  How do you get them to stop being afraid, so that they take a risk, not fear failure, and allow their creative juices to flow?

Make them do the impossible.

Seriously…the impossible.  Something that has never been done before.

Simple example.  If the kids are given the question “How democratic was Andrew Jackson?”  Come on…you know there is a right or wrong answer.  Even if you say the kid can come down on either side of the argument there is still going to be a right and a wrong for what they use support their answer.  Pretty much any question you give them, even if they are to draw their own conclusion, there is a right or wrong to the answer…and they know that.  It is not easy to take a risk when the final product is just a rearrangement of facts.

This past month I have been rehabbing from neck surgery and reflecting on the activity that my kids did before break.  They didn’t worry about making mistakes, being wrong, and were wickedly creative.  I started to try and draw connections between other activities that produced the same results.  Each seemed to have something in common…I started them off with “I don’t have any examples, I have never done this before, I don’t know anyone else who has done it, there are no directions, I don’t know how they will be graded, and I am going to do it with you.”  For each one the kids had the exact same response after the project was introduced…”that sounds impossible.”

How can you fail in doing something no one else has done…right?  Even if you can’t do it you are still just as great as everyone else that has tried.

Here’s a couple quick examples from my class…now I know as an adult you can probably see how some of these are not “impossible” but remember back to when you were just an average 13 year old.

One activity my kids did was to examine probate records and diaries of a farmer and compose music, write lyrics, and sing a song about the essence of being an early 19th century farmer.

A second activity they did was to examine primary sources on the Lowell Mill girls and do a live streaming poetry slam.

Taking a look at just one…the Lowell Mill girls poetry slam (post about the slam).  We had never done poetry, we had never seen slam poetry, a quick youtube search found some high schoolers, a couple middle schoolers, but nothing that could serve as an example.  Not one kid thought they could pull it off when it was introduced.  I certainly didn’t think I could do it.  They found the primary sources hard to interpret and difficult to read.  The one thing they didn’t fear was being wrong.  Each kid  in their mind was breaking new middle school ground, doing something no other middle schoolers were doing.  They were going to be the example.

In both cases the final product was not about “knowing” the content, but about making it come alive.  On their way to doing the “impossible” they had to play with their sources, continually go back to them, and constantly place themselves in the shoes of the historical characters.  In both cases I also became less of a teacher and became simply a coach.  Each class started off with some motivational you-can-do-it moment, maybe a pause to go over a source that was providing difficulty to many kids, and maybe most importantly each class started off with how I was handling it.  They knew I was struggling, and if I was struggling, how could it not be OK for them to struggle?  They knew I felt like I was taking a huge risk, they knew that I was struggling to be creative, they saw my pile of scratched out notes, my wrinkled sources…and I think the one thing they saw that mattered most was grit.  When doing the impossible grit might be the most valuable trait they can have.  Being creative, taking risks, not being afraid of making mistakes…they are not spontaneous.  They are drawn out processes.  Given a job to complete, it could take days of creative risk taking, constant failing and getting up to get to the finished product.  Many times in school when we ask kids to take a risk or be creative we expect them to do it nearly spontaneously…that’s not how it works.  We often give the kids a task to do and ask them to have no fear, be creative!  What good is that if they know they have 40 minutes to do it and their first choice is will probably their last?

Go ahead…think of the last thing you did with your kids in which you wanted them to take risks and be creative.  How much time did you give them to make mistakes and recover from them?  Did they have the opportunity to throw out everything they did and start all over?  Several times?

My kids recently had a great opportunity to do the “impossible”  and it was during this experience that this post came alive.  We were lucky enough to be chosen by the folks at Conde Nast to test out a new iPad app called Idea Flight.  We were one of three classes to give it a test run.  They let us borrow 15 iPads, gave us a few weeks and simply wanted to know what we thought.  The way the app works is that there is a pilot and passengers.  So in a “normal” class the teacher would call up their presentation and all the kids would become passengers and be able to view what I would be seeing on mine.  So for example when we first got them I put together a preso on the “truth behind Thanksgiving” and each time I would switch a slide on mine it would switch on the kids.  Of course after that one I was done and the next project we did the kids created their own.  When it was their turn to present, each kid in the class could call up the leader’s preso and watch it on their iPad as the student leader changed slides and narrated.  Each kid presented one section of the Constitution and Idea Flight worked as advertised.  Many students remarked how much easier it was to stay focused and how much easier it was to present with the preso “in their hands.”  I think it was awesome with many special ed students, but that is another post…  When we were done with that preso we knew our time with them was almost over and so we decided to do the impossible.  I believe the sentence someone used was “let’s do something with them that they (the Idea Flight folks) don’t even know is possible.”  For the next two weeks they explored not just Constitutional issues, but how to bring them to life for people visually.  The kids were not stuck on being the best in the class, or getting the most hits on youtube, or getting a good grade…they were enchanted by the fact that they were going to do the impossible and how fearless at something that had never been done before (OK, honestly, there was one group in one class that fell apart).

There were many neat ideas.  Most groups came up with ways to not just use one iPad as the pilot controlling one presentation, but multiple iPads as pilots.  So take a look at the photo below:

The students put four iPads together–each controlled by different students in the audience. Four presos had to get made so that when each slide was changed it fit in flawlessly with the other three.  In this preso on Shay’s Rebellion above the students coordinated their four different presos to make soldiers walk across from the first to last iPad, to have a list of demands show up simultaneously, and then one at a time as they were described.

Another group took six iPads and put them together on a table and had the audience stand around them:

In each square above is a separate iPad controlled by a separate person(hard to tell from image).  As the presentation on the Bill of Rights started each iPad flipped to an image that helped the audience understand each amendment.  What was neat is that eventually each iPad held just a part of a single image and near the end of each explanation the images slid together to create one large image that really symbolized their point.  Again, it was neat to see how the kids all meshed their ideas together and played with the written content to make it visual.  (((My wife read this post prior to posting and told me to I should include video of the presentations because my attempt at describing them is not very clear…I would…except I accidentally deleted them….grrrrrr))

One group imagined themselves in the lobby of the White House and created a preso that could be used to inform visitors on the history and importance of the White House.

They had five iPads, each being controlled by a separate person, and depending where you were standing you could get a different view of what was being narrated.

I’ve just scratched the surface of how the presos worked and can’t nearly begin to describe how complicated they were to put together.

It took so much coordination and understanding of how each person’s preso meshed with another.  It would be the equivalent of 5 people flying 5 remote control airplanes in perfect formation as they turn and twist through the sky.  The teamwork, communication, and collaboration that was necessary to pull off the impossible was awesome.

Again, “impossible” has to be put in perspective.  What is impossible for one student will not be for another.  What is impossible for my 8th graders might be simple for yours.  It’s all a matter of perception and framing I suppose.  But magic does happen when I can frame something as impossible and provide them with the support to take it on.  And when it can be for something totally authentic, as in testing out the Idea Flight iPad app and sharing their results with the development team at Conde Nast, well that is icing on the cake.

When kids get caught up doing the impossible, they treat mistakes as part of the process, failures as building blocks, risk as the natural next step, and use creativity as their fuel.   None of the projects had an end.  Each group wished they could have turned around and done it again, applied what they learned, and perfected their process.  In school, time is very, very limited.  We had to move on.

The reality is that most kids do not take risks or like to make mistakes.  Most of them are afraid of being creative.  Maybe it is because most of the time they are doing things that are not worth risking failure for.  The tasks are not important enough to take the chance of making a mistake.  They do things all day long in school in which success or failure in completing them really doesn’t make a difference.  Why bother being creative if just going through the accepted school process will lead to a safe grade?

Attempting the impossible can be scary…not just for the kids…for also for us.  We create airtight lesson plans that are well thought out with carefully chosen primary sources.  We have the kids start their writing with incredible organizers that we prepared for them.  They display their learning with tests that have carefully crafted questions to get to answers we want them to know, and projects for which we have shown them exemplars and given them guiding rubrics.

We cannot be afraid of letting them try the impossible–let them try things that we have no rubric for, answer questions that we do not know the answers to, and solve problems that do not have pre-set solutions.  But the first step down that road must be made by us, their teachers.  The road to accomplishing the impossible is sometime short, and sometimes long, but it is often winding.  We can’t be afraid of doing what we think is impossible. We must give them something that is worth taking a risk on, something that will make a difference.

Make them do the impossible…but you must take the first step…and they will hold your hand.

 

 

 

 

 

What would happen…

In 2009 there was the epic holiday poem on Blogush.
In 2010 there was the epic song parody.
In 2011 I received this gift that is preventing me from doing anything epic…I am warning you, the picture of the gift is a bit graphic and can be seen here.

So for 2011 I am going to resort to a a cut and paste of something that I wrote for the parents of my kids.  I think it is a good reminder for all of us as we start a new calendar year.

In a few days many people will start working on new year resolutions.  They will find something they hate about themselves, something they are weak in, something that bugs them, something they want to change, and make a resolution to become different.  Maybe instead of trying to change, we should ask what do we like about ourselves and the people around us.  What is that thing that brings you joy? What is that strength that gives life to those around you?  What is that thing that makes your kids smile? What is it about your kids that makes your spirit shine?  Maybe we should resolve to not focus on our weaknesses, but to focus on our and other’s strengths.What would happen if for one year we resolved to focus on using one of our strengths?  What would happen if for one year we resolved to focus on finding others strengths? …what would happen?

We have become a society obsessed with becoming better, faster, more beautiful.  A society obsessed with buying self-help guides to make us happy, thinner, better parents.  We worry that we are too strict, too lenient, too kind, too mean.  As the No Child Left Behind law rumbles through our schools our kids are under increasing pressure to constantly be in a state of self-improvement.  With laser like focus we assess to find their weaknesses, and then spend days trying to fix them.  Sometimes we end up looking at our kids and seeing only their weaknesses, we only see what needs to be improved.

After spending four months with your children we have to say that we are impressed and amazed everyday at their strengths.  Their determination and perseverance, their courage and grit, their kindness and selflessness, their creativity and thoughtfulness.  Those are qualities that we cannot teach in four months, they came to us with those and many others.  So as we come to the end of 2011, we would like to extend to all of our parents a big thank-you for sending us an incredible bunch of kids, and would like to offer you and your family best wishes for 2012.  The next time you see your kid, give them a big hug, and remember all that is good and strong in them…because you all have a lot to be thankful for.

A letter from Sara…

“How can you fully understand someone when you put a limit on creativity?”
Sara Martin

I taught in my first school for ten years.  When I changed schools I experienced an incredible culture shock.  I went from the depths of the inner city, to the classic suburb.  I felt like I had to learn how to teach all over again.  I started by asking the kids about their past teachers…who would they recommend that I go and observe.  In every class, over and over again, one name was mentioned…Mr. Filipek.  It was amazing how students spoke about Mr. Filipek as though he was a teaching deity.  Their whole body changed as they reflected upon their experience with him.  It was easy to choose Mr. Filipek as the man I had to go and observe.

5 mins in his class…that is all it took to make me realize what was different between his class and mine.  I taught social studies, he taught kids.  He somehow created an atmosphere magically with just his presence.  The way he looked at them, answered their questions, and put his hand on their shoulders made magic happen.  Other staff members knocked him not producing kids that knew things like every single step to the scientific method, but you know what, he produced kids who wanted to learn more about science.  He placed no limits on what they could do, his room was full of their creative energy.  I am teaching the last of his 6th graders this year in my 8th grade classes.  I can almost pick out which kids were his at the beginning of each year.  They are confident, they smile, they are creative, they have passion…and they are kind.

Nothing in my entire teaching career had such an impact as those first five minutes.  It was that five minutes that taught me that my gaping hole in my teaching repertoire was my lack of connection with the students.  A real connection, the kind that really can’t be explained with words in a blog post. I realized that connecting was more than just talking with them, but allowing them into my heart the way my daughters are born into it.   That was hard.   Really, really, hard…and with some, nearly impossible.

But I tried…and tried.  And tried.   And I started to experience some of that same magic that he had.

I am still trying, and this year it has been a mighty struggle.  Classes are shorter, data is king, and the pressure to move move move is making me feel like I am in a constant state of rushing from one thing to another.  I am figuring out how to use my time to fit in social studies, but I think I am forgetting to fit in the kids.  Mr. Filipek retired a couple of years ago, and walking by his class everyday no longer provides me with the reminder I need.  Last year he retired and in some weird way I saw it as my last shot as being as good as he was.  It placed a fire under me and I had one of the most fantastic years teaching.  This year I have felt myself really, really needing a reminder.

Yesterday the reminder came.  I received an email from a student who wrote about me in her college essay (she got in!).  I would like to share it with you.  It is a letter to me, but also a letter to you.  A reminder to all of us that when we slow down, when we connect, when we allow kids to grow without limits, we can then start to fully understand them.

Spirit Lights

Classroom lights off, colored Christmas tree lights on, guitar propped against a stool and a Shel Silverstein book on the table. I knew this would be no ordinary history class. Normally, the first day of school is a bore. You hear the same rules and outlines repeated by every teacher, except Mr. Bogush. He likes to do things differently from all the others, such as reading Dr. Seuss and playing guitar to teach us. Most teachers stick to books, but I’ve learned things from Mr. Bogush that you can’t learn by reading a textbook.

“Once there was a tree…and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest”-The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein. Instead of ‘turn to page 7’, those were the first words my 8th grade teacher said.  He reads this book to teach his students something they don’t notice as children. Every child’s book he read to us gave me a different lesson to learn. I then realized that he wasn’t just a teacher, he was a teaching us about life. To be creative and different is the one thing he wanted us learn. Everything I do today is based on this teaching style, never wanting to make a boring PowerPoint presentation; but to make a movie or write a skit or song to get my message across. He taught me to be original when no one else is.

Green, blue, red, yellow, pink: the ‘Sprit Lights; colored lights that decorate his classroom and bring it to life. When they were on, you knew it wasn’t a history lesson but a life lesson. Not many teachers give up a part of his or her lesson plans to have a ‘real talk’ with their students. These lights changed the aura of the classroom. We learned lessons that can’t be written. I was able to forget where I was for a moment and learn something worthwhile. The talks inspired me to think differently and look at the world in a different point of view.  These lights were more than just that, they allowed me to figure out who I was. It was during one of these days that I discovered I wanted to pursue theater. These lights made me who I am today. Without them, I’d still be figuring that out.

“It is weird, but that’s all right…weird is good and someday will hopefully be the new normal.” That’s the answer I received when I asked if writing my college essay about him was weird. Without him, I don’t think I’d be the same person. I would still be the ‘normal’ shy girl making boring PowerPoint Presentations. Everyone should read a children’s book again in order to understand its true meaning. If all teachers took time to teach students outside of a textbook, lives could be changed forever. I know mine is.

Sara’s mom works in the system.  I decided to give her a call before posting to see who Sara’s teacher was in 6th grade…it was Mr. Filipek.


Hello, remember when, a thought, do me a favor…

I love getting emails and visits from ex-students.  They all usually follow a similar pattern.  They usually start off with a brief hello, followed by some random fact or story they remembered from class that I long since forget telling them, then a deep thought that shows that maybe…just maybe…I am still stuck in their head, and then they finish by asking for a favor.  I received an email today that followed that same awesome pattern.  CJ asked for a unique favor at the end of his email…any advice for him?

Dear Mr. Bogush,

First off- The first president of harvard was buried with a tansy wreath on his head.
Secondly- I am currently engaged in a youtube competition at Sheehan. The rules are simple, make  a video about a book, that is under a minute long. The video with the most views NEXT friday at 2:00 wins. The winner receives a free kindle.  Today as I was brainstorming ideas to increase views I thought of you, so I googled Blogush. This caused an interesting internal dialogue,
I found your post on grass. That post made me think. At first I thought, “If only Sheehan teachers cared less about test scores and weight and more about the grass” but then I started to really think. What if they did, I thought to myself “if teachers at Sheehan DID grow the most premium grass and presented it on a golden platter, would I eat it?  I came to the conclusion that if I spent the same amount of time eating grass as I did worrying about my weight, that I would be far better off.
ANYWAY- If you could assist me by marketing my video to a crowd I otherwise would not be able to reach that would be GREATLY appreciated, also, if you have any ideas on how to better market my video, please tell me. I am willing to try anything.
Here is a link to my video
Thank’s!
If you have any advice for one of my favorites, let him know in the comments, he’ll be checking in here to see what people have to say.