A simple one today; a poem about a quiet class. A silent class, in fact, but not in a good way!
Now, if you’re a teacher, you’ll know all of the anxiety that such a class can cause. You’ll know that just as you’ve prayed for your groups to work quietly, when one of them just isn’t giving back it can be the worst feeling that you’ll have in a classroom. And it will invariably happen when someone else walks into the room, leaving you to imagine all manner of things that they’ll think – or worse still – write down about your ability to foster a relationship with your classes!
So, here it is; my poem dedicated to that very strange phenomenon, the quiet class.
The Quiet Class When faced with the class that's just not giving back, the front of even the most familiar room can be the most isolated place in the world. Silence ensues from the very start, aside from the shuffling of paper, the turning of pages and the scratch of a pen on the page that seems to creep furtively around the space. Even a starting gun would fail to rouse such a group, and yet, today you are charged with just that. Questions are met by ever longer silences whose shadows stretch further and further across the dewy morning grass, as if answering would result in almost certain death. Eyes are frantically averted, darting around the room, like those shoals of tiny fish that children chase in the shallows at the beach, before the resistance of the waves sees them crash face first into the sea. And this is your fate today, where every request is met with a room sized helping of nothing. Today is a day to jump the waves, corner those fish and fill the room with noise.
To be blunt, I didn’t want to bang on too much about the subject matter in this poem, so I kept it short. It’s a quiet class after all and a niche market for all but the teacher, really. But a quiet class can make life very difficult. I mean, you’ve heard the saying about getting blood out of a stone, right? Well, when you’re faced with an hour – or sometimes more in post Covid teaching – in front of a class that’s just not giving back, it can be an exhausting process! Obviously there are strategies that we can use, such shining the spotlight of doom and just nominating people to answer or offer an opinion, but I personally don’t always like that type of thing to be rolled out within the first ten minutes! Hence the feelings that led to the poem.
Hopefully, you enjoyed reading this one. However, whatever effect it had on you, feel free to leave a comment as I also enjoy reading them and it’s nice to interact with people about what I’ve written.