Monday, September 24, 2012
I Remember You
As someone who has taught in two separate colleges over my career life, I do from time to time encounter former students. My first teaching position was when I was fresh out of graduate school. For a time after I left that teaching position, I would hear from students, usually someone seeking a recommendation to graduate school. I was always touched when the former student would begin with "You may not remember me, but..." Usually I did remember--teachers remember those students who excel, and those who distinguish themselves in some other lesser way.
My more recent teaching position, about which I have written on and off here, ended about two years ago. And, now I am beginning to encounter these students in varying ways.
The first such encounter happened when my husband and I went out to eat--and our server said--You're Mrs. W., aren't you? Of course I replied affirmatively. I thought so, he said, as soon as I heard that voice. My voice?! Apparently, I must have sounded off from time to time with an air of authority. Ahem.
Since then I have encountered several former students--all of them as servers in various restaurants. Well, the economy sometimes leaves no other options for job seekers. That first student I described is working as a teacher's aid providing individual support to a student with special needs. But he also has a young family, so he supplements his income with his weekend serving job.
The other encounters have been mixed. There was one young woman who we encountered who gushed on--oh, yes she gushed--telling first me and then one of our friends who was along with us how wonderful I was as a teacher. Blush blush.
Then there was another server who said--you look familiar. And after a bit, we figured out she had been in one of my classes. She told me her name--which rang no bells at all. Then she told me the nickname she went by when she was in my class. Oh, yes--I remembered. I went home and checked my grade files (yes, I still have them) and found she has gotten a D in the class--not turning in all your required papers will do that.
Well, I recently had one more encounter with a former student. My husband and I were invited to a party given in honor of a cousin once removed who had recently become a father. And along with him would be his partner, who was the baby's mother. When I learned her name, I kept turning it over in my mind. And bells were sounding alarms. Her name was a distinctive one. So back to my student grade files I went, and there it was. She had been one of my students.
When we got to the party, I saw her--yes, I had remembered her. After a bit, she looked at me, and did a bit of a double-take. No doubt, she was thinking--oh no, not her. You see--she failed English Composition--because halfway through the course, she stopped turning in papers. There is no way you can pass when you don't do the work.
Now here she was, the mother of a baby who is a distant relative. And there I was--no doubt NOT her favorite teacher. I bet she didn't gush about me to anyone. But she recognized me. And I decided not to say anything--no point in embarrassing her.
But I thought to myself--oh yes, I remember you.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
What Color is the Sky?
Most likely you said "blue"--which is the standard answer we give because--after all--the sky is blue. Except when it isn't. Go outside at night and look at the sky. What color is it? Or how about on a stormy rainy day. What color is it then?
It doesn't take long for you to begin to change your answer. Sometimes the sky is black, sometimes grey, sometimes white. At sunrise or sunset, it can be glorious shades of pink, purple, salmon.
OK, you say--where is all this speculation going? Well, here's where. I happened to catch a fascinating radio program several weeks ago. I tuned in at the point where the discussion turned to the color blue. And the story was about a tribe that did not distinguish blue as a distinct color. To test this, members of the tribe were shown something like the patches of color below. And they were asked--which one is different?
What would you answer?
I would say--all the squares are green, except the one on the lower right which is blue. Except this tribe did not say that. They saw no difference in color among the squares.
The radio show explained a whole lot more about that particular experiment--which you can listen to if you follow the link and stay with the program. The story led to the introduction on the program of the linguist Guy Deutscher, who writes about how language shapes our perception of reality, and vice versa. Of course, I am doing great violence to his extensive research and writing. I just want to get to the point that having a word for something allows you to perceive it.
If you don't have a word for BLUE, can you see blue? And that's where the question of what color is the sky comes in. One of the presenters on the radio program talked about conducting an experiment with his daughter who was developing her language skills. He decided not to tell her the sky was blue. He would play naming games with her--showing her something and asking what color it was. But he had enlisted his wife NOT to tell the child that the sky was blue.
So finally, one day he asked his daughter--what color is the sky? And she puzzled over it for a time, and then refused to answer. This interchange was repeated over many days. And always she would ponder, but not answer. Finally, one day she tentatively said the sky was blue, no white, no blue. Back and forth.
The interplay between language and our perception of reality has startling implications for us all. We don't all speak the same language, even when we are speaking the same language.
I used to do a quick little exercise with students to help them understand how changeable language is. I would ask them if they knew what the word "hussy" meant. Oh, yes--they would reply. Then I would pick out one of the young women who seemed to think herself special and I would ask--would you be offended if I called you a hussy? Of course, she would reply. But, why?--I asked. Hussy is simply an abbreviation of the word "housewife." Perception and reality and the role language plays in it all.
There are so many paths that lead off from this musing of mine. And I will eschew following any of them. I will leave you to your own devices. Perhaps you will wander outside and ponder "what color is the sky?"
Saturday, September 01, 2012
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