A Curious Thing


The school year moves quickly.  The excitement related to the novelty at the beginning often transforms into the pleasure of getting to know one another.  Personalities come forth and we enjoy learning together.  A sense of belonging permeates the classroom as we move through our days.  From that pleasure we derive a deeper understanding of education and the role that each of us play in the acquisition of knowledge.

I often take time to step back and simply watch as my students go about their business.  One of my goals set forth with my principal was to elicit a more conducive classroom atmosphere for my students to be independent learners.  To this end I first must develop lesson plans that allow for kids to be active participants.  From there I teach them the routines required to be self-sufficient in the classroom.  We practice this autonomy and gradually I release the responsibility to them.  It takes discipline, both on their part and mine, to navigate the world of a classroom and its learning agenda.

The discipline required of me is to allow myself, as the teacher, to step back enough to let them “fly on their own” yet stay close enough to catch them if they “fall”…all the while not allowing them to know I stand quietly in the near distance.  Watching, as they make mistakes that won’t cause them to “fall” but maybe just “trip” a bit, takes patience on my part.  My inclination is to step in right away and correct the mistake.  If the mistake is of greater consequence (academically speaking) I am in the process of teaching myself how to approach my questioning techniques so as to gently guide the student in the direction they must go in order to make sense out of the content in question.  It’s a thin line that I walk on as I pursue this challenge of teaching.

The discipline a student must take on requires them to engage in daily risks.  With these risks come their realization that they will “fall” every so often.  They must learn to not focus on the fall but rather on how they can “get back up” and learn from their mistake.  It’s tiresome to them as it would be so much easier, in their eyes, for the answer to be given to them after they make the mistake.  They must accept the responsibility for their work, their learning, and their willingness to try, try again. 

A curious thing has developed from this experience…a phenomenon that I was not expecting.  As I step back and watch my students work I notice how they help one another.  They truly teach each other as they help.  It’s not the given help that amazes me but rather they way in which the receiver of the help reacts.  They welcome the assistance from their peers.  They delight in creation of a partnership created as they work on understanding a given problem.  They increasingly strive for this understanding.  I’m noticing that they are becoming more concerned with the process, the understanding, and the knowledge of concepts rather than simply the “right” answer. 

My goal is in its infancy.  My students are just now beginning to bring to the table those skills and strategies which allow them to be independent learners; to be students who understand that knowledge is a dynamic force that can be shared, utilized, and nurtured.
Mr. Casten
Dec. 19, 2014
Copyrighted material of Michael C. Casten

Wonder, Wish, Wait


Sometimes I wonder.  

I have thoughts about what the world will be like for my students when they grow up.  I’ve had fourteen classes (including this year) and when I reach back to my first year of teaching I realize that the world was much different when I walked into the classroom in late August, 2001 than what it is now.  The students I had back then are in their early twenties today.  The world they currently live in is vastly different from when they were fourth graders.  Technology has advanced exponentially, education has shifted dramatically, wars have been fought, leaders have come and gone, medical science has advanced, and people are more connected to one another as well to events of the world like never before.

Sometimes I wish. 

I often find myself seeking answers to questions that can only be answered by time.  I attempt to mentally play out the future the way I think it’s going to proceed knowing full well that the future is to be left to itself; and that the present time is what’s most important.  It’s the teacher in me, I suppose…planning lessons, predicting outcomes, preparing for multiple scenarios and knowing all along that some of the best lessons are the ones that come from some semblance of spontaneity.   I wish I could reach into the future to help prepare my student for it…but alas to no avail.

Sometimes I wait. 

In my early years as a teacher I often wanted things to move quickly.  Most likely I was robbing, from my students, the time needed to formulate answers.  I’ve learned over the years that learning is truly a process of experiences, patience, and perseverance.  Today I step back more often, allowing the natural flow of learning take command, releasing responsibility to my students, and knowing that the present moment is the only one that really matters as they grow.

To wonder, wish, and wait. 

A teaching philosophy that is becoming part of me as an educator; and as I engage in these processes, I still can’t help but imagine what the future holds for the young people I teach today.  What will they confront?  How will they fare?  Who will they be?