The isolation of the classroom
Your are together but really you are alone
It depresses me
Ann Margaret Sharp talks about a community of learning, teaching for democracy, but it doesn’t feel like it.
Something must happen Something must change.
This is cell biology.
My teacher is lecturing for the next three hours.
He will pretend to teach.
We will pretend to learn.
This drives us farther apart. This hidden curriculum that no one even realizes.
Humans learn best through communication
But we sit in silence while he preaches.
We suffer through this dictatorship over hearts and minds.
War is an example of man’s inhumanity to man.
To a certain extent, so is this class.
We’re treated like robots.
Just programmed to digest and memorize information..
But that’s not our function.
That’s not our purpose.
That’s not our design
I’m a human being,
Not a robot
I look around
Everyone is staring glass-eyed
While he drones on, either oblivious or dismissive of the blank stares before his eyes.
Some have their heads down.
There’s no engagement
There’s no dialogue.
It makes me sad.
It’s a tragedy.
It’s a national tragedy.
Maybe this is why we don’t like school
once elementary school is over
No more group tables
Now its rows and rows of individual desks
You know what that means
He remains supreme
the proverbial “God” of the classroom
The hidden curriculum hard at work.
And worst part is
He’s the kind of teacher who wants you to bow to him.
I’m a product being churned out of an assembly line
Nothing more. Nothing less
Another incomprehensible diagram on the board.
He likes to scribble
I think its glycolysis or signal transduction
or something like that
Now he’s talking about artificially bumping our grades up
So I’m the buyer and he’s the seller
He demeans us with his salty and smart remarks.
It makes me sad
Now he’s reading over the answers to a take-home test
A and B and C and D and B and A and all of the above and none of the above and A but B or C but not B
What’s a nice way to say this?
I could care less
His monotone voice makes me angry
His ignorance makes me angry
His conformity makes me angry
His lack of substance makes me angry
His perceived dominance makes me angry
But I relent
Seemingly powerless now but soon……
7 people came to class today
About 5 or 6 decided not to
It wasn’t worth it?
I couldn’t agree more.
But then why did I come?
Honestly, I wanted to write this.
Capture my feeling inside the classroom
Cell biology is worth three credits
Cell biology is worth that much to my degree
But cell biology is worth absolutely nothing to me