For some reason the last week has been a week of talking about teaching; I’ve been telling lots of random stories. About my fabulous Eye + Mind kids and their projects, the hell and heaven of 390s, my own class, and of the personae I step into whenever I teach. It’s so similar to improv, that it’s a very comfortable role for me to step into – and it lets me do things that startle the students. Talking to Laurie reminded me of one of those startling things.
I lost a bet, back when I was teaching. And as a result, I ended up wearing pajamas to school one day. One day while I had to teach. So I wore my blue plaid flannel pants, a blue long-sleeved top with an Eeyore applique, matching Eeyore applique slippers, and socks. I wore my grey bathrobe as coat, and figured I would go the whole nine yards, and did my hair in high pigtails.
To say my students were stunned that I upheld my end of the bargain is an understatement. They literally were shocked speechless. But I did it, taught and went to my own classes, and stayed in those PJs all day (lounging around the office after was a lot of fun). And you know, the rest of the quarter, I didn’t have a single problem with any of my kidsstudents
I think there’s a lesson in there, somewhere, about not taking yourself seriously, and about treating your students both with respect and humour. But it might simply be a story about me doing just about anything, if dared. I’ll leave it for you to decide.
You actually worn PJs? Gotta respect that. It takes humour and warmth to be able to pull that one off. Salute!
Jannah – damn straight I wore PJs to class! (Yes, a year later, almost, I’m catching up on random comments in my blog. Been one of those years.) I lost that bet, fair and square, and to go back on the terms would have been to lose the respect that I had earned in the classroom.
For better or worse, I take achieving the respect of my students very seriously. If they can’t trust me to hold to my word for something so silly as a joke/bet like that, why in the world would they trust me with their thoughts in journals, or believe I have their best interests at heart when I tear their papers to pieces?
…some time, I’ll have to tell the teaching lesson with Facebook story, and rolling with the utterly unintentional example of just what I was warning them about re: caution in what’s placed online!