My Years of Montessori – Part 37 ½
Movie Night was a mixed success in the end. Despite the lovely afternoon, it seems that the later it got, the more bad ideas the kids had and the more they acted on them. Cell phones reappeared and then after midnight, without my (sleeping) colleague’s knowledge, a third movie (not rated for their age group) was watched. For four of my five fellow teachers – this incident was the proverbial last straw. Time to take action against the increasing number of – and increasingly dishonest – provocations before our trust in them disappeared altogether. Cell phones would now be banned from the school.
I got tasked with letting them know. Right then and there. I trudged up the stairwell toward the classroom, thinking this is going to suck.
I called the whole class to the carpet and they sat in a circle. They were eerily quiet and uncharacteristically attentive. I think they knew what was coming.
“I have something to tell you all. It’s about the cell phone situation. We teachers have decided it is time to disappear them completely.”
The room was silent. There were no objections or groans or complaining noises. No one whined “But whyyy??” So I continued . . .
“We decided this because our original agreement on how and when cells can be used is not being kept to. So . . . from now on, they should stay in your schoolbags, turned off or in flight mode, for the entire school day. Basically from when you get out of the bus in the morning to when you get back in after school. And . . . I guess . . . that is all. Does anyone want to say something?”
Tommy raised his hand and asked “Why does this have to apply to everyone in the group? The girls didn’t do anything wrong.”
I was stunned. All eyes were on me and all mouths remained shut. I surveyed the other boys’ faces and they were all looking back at me expectantly. Where was the protest? Tommy had essentially expressed a group confession, a collective acceptance of the consequences, and then tossed in a fine, fair, and socially mindful proposal to protect the innocent. I didn’t know how to respond. So I said,
“I don’t really know how to respond to that.”
A few of the girls quietly added that they would still like to listen to music during the break, and that it was true they had always stuck to the rules.
“Well, I can’t change the Team’s decision on my own. But if you all have an idea for a better solution in this situation, you can bring it to us and we will consider it.”
One girl then said, “I think we all agree with Tommy’s suggestion.”
“One set of rules for the girls and another for the boys? Is that true? Who of you thinks Tommy’s suggestion is a good way to go?”
All fifteen hands immediately shot up into the air.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll bring it to the team and let you know. Until that happens, the new rules apply to everyone. Does anyone have anything to add?”
Another boy raised his hand.
“Should we go put our cells in our school bags right away?” He seemed eager, as if hoping to hear a “Yes”.
“How can it be,” I asked myself as I left the room, “that they all seem . . . relieved?!”
I later came to believe that the kids had talked among themselves before this circle discussion ever happened. I think they knew the hammer was going to come down and came up with their own solution – as a group – that everyone could live with when it did. If so, that was a great sign. They were on their way to becoming unified again. I thought it would be a positive development to respect their unanimous proposal.
My fellow teachers, unfortunately, didn’t tend to agree. Especially my Movie Night friend wanted us to take the hardest line possible and saw all of this as just the next attempt to bend rules. I had to argue for 45 minutes till we came to an agreement.
Today, I sat with the kids in a circle again and had each individual one say in turn if they still felt the same, still agreed to Tommy’s proposal. No one had changed their mind. So I told them that we teachers see this as their decision, not ours, but that we will respect it because it was unanimous and had its own kind of fairness. Still, I asked the girls if they would think about alternative ways to listen to music as a show of solidarity and they all nodded yes. Then we wrote up the new arrangements and everyone signed:
cells in schoolbags, flight mode, from bus to bus
music for the girls
ask before calling or texting (e.g. parents)