Showing posts with label classroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classroom. Show all posts
Beliefs in the Classroom

I recently went to an Easter christian church service with my mother. I haven't been to church since I left for college because organized religion terrifies me and tends to rub me the wrong way. Now, as a disclaimer, I'm not an atheist nor am I insulting Christianity, I merely want to touch on it's relevance to my life.

I use to go to church a lot. In fact, it's where I received a lot of my volunteer experience to enter the Education program at my university. I was probably at that church more than the pastor. I liked the idea that my particular church preached. I liked the inclusiveness and the acceptance. I eventually discovered that dedication only goes so far with the broken, sometimes, there are too many especially when you are broken yourself.

Religion has since then been a touchy topic for me. I have taken so many literary classes, that my view of the bible is different. The bible ranks high on the lists of religious texts, but it isn't the oldest. I listened to various lectures on the Poetic Edda, the Volsung Saga, the Illiad, and even Mesopotamian stories on Beowulf and Gilgamesh. I have explored Greek mythology, Hindu and Norse creationism, and now I can't help but find the bible to be very similar. It is poetic and beautifully written in places, but so many churches pull passages to suit their needs without looking for the story. 

During this Easter service, I had the impulse to raise my hand more than once. I wanted to show the pastor the same things that were said in other religions and I wanted to ask more about the history he referred to.

Then I thought, as a teacher, at what point do beliefs infiltrate the classroom? Are we aloud to tell students what we believe? Will we be in trouble with parents and administration for looking at texts like the bible clinically? I don't know.

Do we, as teachers, get to teach belief in our class even if it offends? I think it's a valid question. I'll get back to you when I find out.
How to Throw a Punch

Since I was 18 (as an experiment), I've asked a total of 16 men (including a long term boyfriend) to show me how to punch someone properly and so far I've gotten the same response.

A smile.

Out of 16 men, none of them have actually shown me how to throw a punch without hurting myself. A few have hesitantly told me I need to turn my wrist as I punch. One told me, briefly, that I should hit with a certain part of my hand so I injure them more than myself. I've picked up bits and pieces about how to punch someone properly and have constructed a basic understanding of how to do this.

Here's an info-graphic of how to throw a manly punch, because apparently only men can learn how to punch properly according to Google images.









The follow up question is usually this (if there is even a question of why I want to learn this particular skill): Why do you want to learn how to punch someone?

Why not? I want to live in New York and San Francisco. I am a 115 lb woman and I don't exactly have bulging muscles. The answer should be obvious. I shouldn't need someone to protect me if a person could just show me how to hit someone hard enough that they might think twice about their intentions.

Yet, no one will teach me. Many of them laugh it off. I actually got patted on the head once. I was told that if anyone tried to hurt me, they would take care of it. I was told that I should never have to end up in a situation where I will need to know how to punch if I'm smart.

This made me angry.

I shouldn't have to take self defense classes to live alone. I shouldn't have to be afraid to walk through safe-as-flowers Fort Collins at night after work.

I shouldn't have my motives for wanting to know how to defend myself questioned. I know that violence isn't what I should jump to, but it's often what women are forced into. Many of my male coworkers and I goof off and I don't often have the upper hand.

How does this translate into the classroom? I remember getting my bra snapped in 8th grade. I remember my bra being unhooked in high school. I remember getting jostled frequently. I remember seeing girls pushed up against lockers in the hallway by boys twice their size. I remember the cat calls (though not aimed at me particularly) and the laughing and the blatant sexual innuendos. I remember the difference in treatment depending on the subject.

As a teacher, I want to keep that kind of behavior out of my classroom. I want to let the girls in my classroom know that they are safe. I want girls and boys to know that they are free to learn and experiment with all the knowledge they want. I want them to feel unafraid of the things they find interesting because society has told us that only girls can do certain things and only boys can do certain things. I think it's important to never use the phrase "boys will be boys" in my classroom. I want all of my students held accountable for their decisions, because that is true equality.
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