However, one day before Thanksgiving, I finally reached a tipping point. I’ve always prided myself on classroom management, and I’ll be the first to tell you that if you walked by my room when I had flexible seating, you wouldn’t see chaos. In fact, I don’t write referrals, and students are often better in our classroom than in others. However, when I couldn’t get students’ attention quickly and fully, when they didn’t respect the flexible seating, and our learning suffered, I was done. It was not punitive, but it was meant to be a shock to their world. It was a consequence of their actions. Not because I didn’t like them or I was mad at them but because I do like them and care enough to do something about it.
However, as I prepared to write this blog, I struggled with the research that says bullying and fighting rates are down. Technically, that may be true, but I don’t report the everyday behaviors that were sidetracking learning. Most of us don’t. Who are we supposed to tell that many students leave wrappers on the floor, refuse to stop talking, go on games, even when they know I am watching? These are not “events” that require an administrative intervention, but they are some of the things that were troubling me. Day after day, I’d find myself thinking, “the kids are just different,” but really, underneath the last decade of traumas from COVID-19, technology addiction and isolation, the kids were the same. They want us to like them. They want to do well. They are very insecure. Many are depressed and anxious. They are the walking wounded, and it is their behaviors that are different. I was thrilled to find Jeff Whittle’s “When Data and Reality Diverge on Student Behavior.” He writes, “The numbers may capture suspensions or criminal acts, but they miss the daily grind of disrespect, defiance and emotional dysregulation that wears us down.”
The first day, as I stood at the door assigning seats, the grumbling didn’t deter me. Most people hate change. It felt strange to look out and see students nestled into my egg carton seating arrangement. The days came and went, and within a few weeks, I marveled at the change in our class. The incessant talking over me and each other had stopped; students seemed more respectful in general, and I saw academic improvement. My co-teacher and I had to move a few people around, of course; in general. the vibe was different, but we were still us, and I feel the community is evolving.