A colleague who was my student in
the Orff Institut Special Course presented a lovely workshop yesterday sharing
some of the ideas and inspirations he picked up in that intensive year of
study. He told me how he did the same workshop back in September and how
different this one felt because between September and April, he actually worked
with the material and ideas in his classes with children. And that’s when it
became real.
Just like the Velveteen Rabbit. No
matter how clever the idea, the teaching process, the new ap for the Smart
Board, the cool song, it doesn’t wholly come to life until it has been hugged
and squeezed and dragged through the dirt and generally worked over by the
children. Once it passed through their exuberant bodies and imaginative minds
and love-struck hearts, then it becomes wholly alive, becomes authentic,
becomes real. There is no shortcut
and no way to sidestep this process and still be honest presenting things in a
workshop.
School boards, take note. I am so
weary of the next “latest and greatest” in education that is cooked up in
conference rooms with the windows shut and bad coffee. Nothing, and I mean
nothing, of value in education can be of value until it has passed the
Velveteen Rabbit Test. The kids need to work with the
ideas, ideally adding their own and the teacher needs to note their reaction.
Do they generally care for that stuffed rabbit they’ve been offered or is it
just another doll in the heap of neglected toys? Do the teachers notice how
much love is present when they hold the doll in their hands? Do they help sew
the arm back on or instead, buy an electronic mechanical doll that talks in
pre-programmed sentences rather than through the imaginative voice of the child
playing with it?
So in my role as a teacher
speaking on behalf of children, I propose the Velveteen Rabbit Test as the
standard by which things are judged, accepted, approved. And note that even if
the kids in this class love the doll,
the kids in that class might not. The
alert teacher might need to shift to the Raggedy Ann doll or the Koala stuffy.
Friends, let’s keep it real.
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