Friday, March 02, 2007
Hands Off My Pencils or You'll Be SorryWhen I was a little kid, one of my favorite days of the year (besides Christmas Day) was the day the newspaper posted the list of required school supplies, and Mom took us to Crowder's Drug Store to buy them.
I loved looking at that list, and Mom always let me be the one who got to put the little checkmark beside the items as we put them in our basket.
Prang paints. Check. Paint pan. Check. Rectangular eraser. Check. Blunt-tipped scissors. Check. Etc. Check.
On the first day of school, I loved bringing my beautiful shiny school supplies into my new classroom, and I loved arranging them all inside my desk. I loved to look inside my desk and just savor the sight: all those cool things I could draw with and paint with and write with. . . and they were mine, all mine, and nobody else could touch my things unless I gave them permission. Me. I was the boss of my desk things. I took such pride in my school supplies, and mine were usually still looking pretty good even at the end of the year. They were mine, you see, and I had a vested interest in them; therefore, I took pains to take care of them. Back then, down in lower elementary, the school supplied only the special fat pencils and the weird orange pens.
When Belle and Zappa were little kids, I looked forward to Buying School Supplies Day with just as much delight as I did when I was a little kid. New binders. New pencils. And the most fun of all, choosing the new lunchbox. My own children loved the new school supplies, too. I think it is of vital importance that all children have their own school supplies; it is the beginning of them learning the pride of possession and the importance of caring for one's own things in order to keep them for any length of time.
It's not like that in many schools nowadays. I learned, to my horror and dismay, that many teachers do not allow their students to have their own supplies now; the little sack of a child's very own things is taken from the child on that first day, and dumped into the community pot for all the kids to dip into and out of. There are no "my scissors," there is only a rack or box of scissors for everyone. "Look, there are the scissors I picked out at Walmart; my name is engraved on them; I wish I could use them but they're so cool, other kids grab them first every time. . . ."
I fully understand that the community pot of supplies is much easier for a teacher to control. I wasn't, however, aware of the fact that teacher convenience was any kind of issue here. I taught in the public schools for 26 years and I never expected things to happen for the convenience of me; that wasn't why I was there.
I fully understand, too, that some children's little sack of supplies won't be as individualized or cool as another child's sack of supplies. That's life; that should not even be an issue. Some children's shoes aren't as cool, either; do we throw shoes in a box and let the kids take pot luck with those, too? I understand that in some classrooms, a child's packed lunch is sometimes taken apart and distributed, lest some child have a treat that another child doesn't have. Teachers should keep an eye out for those kids who don't have supplies, and the school should supply them, but after that point, they become the child's own and he/she should be required to take good care of them, just as any and every kid should be required to take care of his/her things.
When I was a child, I had very little that was my very own. Everything that was supposedly mine was expected to be shared with anybody else in the house that wanted it at any given moment. But at school? In my desk, in my very own desk, were things that were inviolably mine, and I can not even describe for you the sensations that went through me when I looked at those things that my teacher had ruled were mine and only mine. Kids who violated another kid's desk were quite properly labeled 'thieves,' and they soon learned what happens when a person put his hands on property that was not rightfully theirs.
Things are very different now. I hate it. The rare teacher who takes the time and trouble to allow his/her students to have their own things is often castigated by the other teachers who are taking the easy 'community property' route. Kids are sharing more than gluesticks and pencils, too; I don't even want to THINK about the incredible pot-o-germs they're dipping into daily. Gross. My child using a pencil some other child gnawed? I guess so, because teachers who don't want to bother with a child's private property are forcing the kids to dump it all in the pot for everybody to use. "Don't be selfish." "Share." Well, you know what? I don't like that kind of forced sharing. I had to share everything, EVERYTHING, and that little pile of school supplies was my only private stash of anything. I do not feel it was selfish, or is selfish, to want to keep school supplies that were carefully chosen, to oneself.
This business of everything being community property in the classroom causes problems in the upper levels, too. Junior high, high school, even college students, are expecting things to be available for them without any effort on their part. Upper level students come to class without pencils, erasers, etc, because they're used to having those things always available in some community bin somewhere in the room. They have never been required, or allowed, to maintain their own things, and now they don't know how to. The stuff was always just THERE, for a student to help himself to. And now that they are supposed to maintain their own, they really don't know how. Plus, why should they? HEY, I need a pencil, Teach, gimme one.
Well, it worked down in the lower grades, with community property. You just get up and help yourself; everything in this room is for me, ain't it? Gimme that pretty one, I want it.
But guess what, kids, it doesn't, or shouldn't, work when you hit the upper grades. I'd like to have a penny for every hand that tried to help itself to things on my desk, because, well, they were there. I've even had students who opened my desk drawers, looking for supplies. Not poor kids who didn't have any; just a kid who didn't bring any and expected everything to be supplied because, well, down in the elementary, everything WAS.
Oh good grief, teachers, let the little kids keep their own things, put their names on them, and learn how to be responsible for them. Secondary teachers and future employers will greatly appreciate it.
Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly
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