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BFTP: Defeating the one-right-answer mentality

Like most Americans, I am thoroughly disgusted with the politics surrounding budget talks at both the federal and state level. While common sense seems to dictate both spending cuts and tax increases will be needed to put most governments back on some sort of sustainable path and not leave increasingly larger financial messes for our kids and grandkids to clean up, our politicos on both sides seem to want only "one right answer" with no compromise or creativity in sight.

To what extent is our educational system complicit in this mentality?

I reflected on the little game I played with the grandsons on our recent road trip to the Black Hills last week:

We bought a set of Grade One Brain Quest cards to play with while driving - simple short answer trivia questions that Miles was not interested in and Paul found way too simple. So we invented a new game. Answer the question with a defensible answer that was not the one given as correct. For example: What makes the ground white when it falls from the sky? Given answer: snow. Our challenge answers: sleet, hail, frozen ground fog, flower petals, etc. (My daughter was surprised bird poop wasn't mentioned.)

I thought this was a wonderfully subversive thing for a grandfather to teach his grandsons - challenge the common "right answer." I hope Paul and Miles remember this and defend their own "correct" answers when they don't agree with the one in the text book, answer key to the test, or teacher's worksheet key. If they get a chance.

I get tickled when classroom teachers actually encourage this sort of thinking. One of my most memorable examples was my own chemistry teacher who required that in order to get an A in the class, one needed to find an error in the textbook and offer proof why it was wrong. A history teacher in one of our high schools asks students to make a correction to a Wikipedia entry that stays in place for at least two weeks. Formal debate should be a required class for all students.

One of my earliest columns (1995) was titled "Embracing Ambiguity." It began:

As a teacher, I can construct activities which either discourage or invite ambiguity in my classroom.

Let’s say my class is studying camels. If I want predictability, I would ask my class to fill out a worksheet based on information found in a textbook or taken from my lecture. The worksheet even has exactly three blanks to match the exact information for which I’m looking from my students. Easy to correct, easy to measure, done by every student in a set amount of time. My class stays in the secure world of answers I’ve determined to be right or wrong.

Let’s change the assignment a little. I will narrow the topic and ask my students to answer the question, ‘What allows camels to survive in the desert?” And this time instead of sending them to the textbook or lecture notes, they’ll head to the media center with a blank paper instead of a paper with blanks. Students might use print and electronic encyclopedias, a variety of books, the Internet, magazines, filmstrips, and phone calls to local experts. 

What happens? Some students come back with a dozen facts; some with only one or two or none. Some facts are relevant; some are not. Some kids are done in 10 minutes; some need all hour. We’ve left “right” and “wrong” answers behind, and responses now are subject to interpretation, evaluation, and categorization. Now who decides what constitutes a correct answer? Hopefully, it’s not the text nor teacher, but the students themselves as a result of discussion. 

It takes a special teacher to create a classroom like the second one which doesn’t just accept ambiguity and the open ended discussion it engenders, but embraces it. Some of us have been lucky enough to have had those teachers Their discussions may have been about the interpretation of poem, an incident in history, or a contradiction in science, and they didn’t end when the bell rang - excited students carried the talk into the hallways, lunchrooms and all the way home on the bus.

Ambiguity, creative thinking, challenging the " one correct answer" mindset is more important than ever. If all educators took the multiple solution approach, might our next generation of leaders be more successful in solving our problems? (I have no hope for the current crop.)

Oh, embracing ambiguity and lots of correct answers is not a bad attribute of educational leaders either.

Original post, August 13, 2011



Social networking: connecting to the past

When I read blogs, newsfeeds, Facebook, Tweets or other social media communications, it is the future that primary comes up and hits me between the eyes. The latest political blunders, the newest gizmos, and the de rigueur buzzwords in education are typically front and center - exacerbating the FOMO (fear of missing out) that these technologies engender.

But on a fairly regular basis the past sneaks up on me as well. I was surprised to find this comment left on a blog post, In Praise of Guides, from 2009:

Hi Doug! I just googled "Kopavi glamour shots" and this article popped up! Your writing brought a wave of great memories, thanks for writing this great blog and your kind words :) hope you are well and thriving! October 3, 2016 | Unregistered CommenterKopavi

Kopavi, as you might have guessed, was one of the guides a small group of hiking friends used when doing the Rim to Rim hike of the Grand Canyon a few years ago. His note, of course, led me to re-read and re-live the great trip on which we met.

My blog and social networking accounts have connected me with people (relatives and friends from a distant childhood), events (Al Bell, anyone?), and experiences such as the hike above.

We warn out students that anything we post online is more or less on one's permanent record, assuming that kids will post things they will later regret.

But I would argue that what most of we post are things we wish to remember - poems we've written, photos we've taken, narratives of our days, insights into our lives, remembrances of what and who we loved. I am glad mine are available for myself and others to find.

Oh, go right ahead and Google your name followed by "glamour shots.' Hope you have better luck than I did.


The quick fix: a tale of woe

Yesterday morning I decided that I was tired of the face plate dangling from the telephone jack on my bedroom wall. It was not screwed on and just looked ugly.

Two screws and job done, right?

I went to the garage where I had a blank plate to get the screws from it, grabbing a screwdriver from the toolbox.

I went back in the house, up the stairs and put the screws in place and started to tighten them.

The ancient faceplate broke.

I decided I would never need an analog phone in my bedroom so I went back down the stairs, to the garage, retrived the blank faceplate from the garbage, and went back up the stairs.

I found that the telephone jack stuck out too far to attach the blank face plate so I removed the jack by cutting the wires that ran to it, shoved the unholy mass of wires back into the wall and screwed on the faceplate.

I went downstairs, got on my computer, and found my wireless router that was connected to another telephone jack in the house no longer worked.

I moved the router to another jack. No luck.

I figured that cutting the wires cut the telephone circuits throughout the house. Went back upstairs, removed the plate, and tried to find the critical wires need to complete the cicuit. Nothing matched.

I went downstairs and got on the iPad with celluar data and Googled "installing a telephone jack." From the picture and in the how-to's discovered I needed only two wires connected. Looked at the colors in the photos.

Went back upstairs, and stripped the insulation on the most likely looking wires (cutting the pad on my thumb in the process - which still hurts) and hooked some up.

Went downstairs, looked at the modem. Red light. not good.

Went back upstairs and hooked up two other pairs.

Went downstairs and had coffee.

Looked at the router and saw a green light. Moved it back to its original position upstairs. Waited. Green light.

Went back downstairs, checked the Internet and it worked.

Went back upstairs, taped the connections together, pushed the wires back in the wall, installed the blank faceplate.

A one minute job accomplished in only an hour.

And the moral of the story?

Next weekend I tackle a dripping facucet in the bathtub. Pray for me.