Two weeks ago, I went to see Pearl Jam, a band I had long admired, but never seen live. From a friend who has seen them many times (4 times that week, in fact), I had heard that they have a certain je ne sais quoi, an indescribable appeal unlike any other band she had ever seen. I remained skeptical. I have been to my share of concerts, and I couldn’t imagine that they would be much different from other bands of similar genres.
This particular show was at The Spectrum in Philadelphia–the legendary, but archaic stadium that was home to the Flyers and the Sixers . The Pearl Jam crowd were its last guests before its scheduled demolition. My seat was 14 rows behind the stage, so I had a great view of the back of Eddie Vedder’s head, but I was still immediately impressed by the fact that my view was not completely blocked by enormous screens and light show paraphernalia. Those gadgets were surprisingly absent; the focus of attention was on the band and their instruments. In fact, I felt very much a part of the show. Eddie and guitarist Jeff Ament frequently turned around, acknowledged those of us in the back, and even walked to the back of the stage to play to us a few times.
My friend was right; Pearl Jam was putting on a good show, and despite the bearded, high-fiver next to me, I was enjoying the whole experience. In fact, the fan’s enthusiasm was contagious, and even though I didn’t know every word to every song, I was moved by the music. Then, about half-way through the show, I heard that unmistakable opening guitar riff of “Alive,” my favorite Pearl Jam song. The Spectrum erupted, and all of the lights went on.
We were all exposed. I saw the looks on people’s faces in the front rows, and I saw everyone’s outstretched hands. I saw what my friend Andrea later described as a great energy surging through the tens of thousands of people in attendance. No one was talking, but everyone was singing, as if entranced by the music. We were the show. This screaming, swaying, unified mass was it–the indescribable factor, what I could never put into accurate words here. That is what Eddie Vedder sees when he looks into the crowd, I thought. The lights remained on for the rest of the show and the audience continued to be the focus, not the band we had initially walked into the stadium for. We all felt part of some larger vitality than what we could have ever felt alone.
Looking back on that experience now, I wonder how often we let our students feel that energized, that simultaneously powerful and connected. How often do we let them run with the lessons we teach?
Often times I think we get caught up in the stuff of education. As many musicians’ talents are lost among flashing lights and video backdrops, I fear that some educators allow knowledge, creativity, and curiosity to be overshadowed by the jazz hands and spirit fingers of technology in the classroom, just as learning has traditionally come second to covering content and prepping for standardized tests. Instead of getting caught up in that trap, we need to consider how we can best use technological tools not just for the sake of using them, but to illuminate our students’ learning and expose them to the potential global resources at their fingertips, maybe even help them create their own PLNs to continue their learning outside of our classes.
Additionally, we need to allow our kids to become part of the show–to see the lesson as a teacher does. And, we need to allow ourselves to see a class as a student does. How often do we work together to create the learning process, refine objectives, teach each other? How often do we allow students to question what we do and the approaches through which they gain understanding? Too often in my own class, I’ve felt the urge to move on, to get to the next skill or prep for the next standardized test, rather than allow the students to enjoy what we can all accomplish and develop their enthusiasm further. And, I rarely get a chance to stand back and watch the looks on their faces when they work together to create something new.
So, now I have to figure out how to make that happen in my class. I took the first step this week by conferencing with my kids. We talked about their perceptions of class, what they can do to improve, and how they think I can help them learn. Their comments were enlightening. They spoke about motivation, reflection, reading, writing, group work, and technology. We all set goals for improvement, and we made plans to accomplish them. My charge now is to research and better implement differentiated instruction through reading and writing workshops. As we begin a new marking period on Monday, I am determined to enliven my students and get them to see their learning as something they can take responsibility for.
Anyone out there who is experiencing a lot of success with reading and writing workshops or differentiated instruction/assessment, I would love to hear about your successes and struggles and about your methods for accountability and equity.