Sad but true. VERY sad, and very true. And absolutely outrageous.
Mamacita says: Ah, the modular system. It’s gone forever, of course, but how sad. The modular system was absolutely perfect for the above average student. Too bad the above average student has no rights these days.
(There are schools who have systems they refer to as “mod systems,” but they aren’t true modular systems; they’re just systems that group kids together all day. You know, like elementary systems do.) (Fie on those.)
School has started, and the memories of my first teaching gig are running wild in my head. That experience was fabulous. I loved it. That kind of educational environment doesn’t exist any more in the public schools, and I consider that a tragedy.
My very first teaching job was in a brand-new high school that was set up in a non-traditional way: some of you may remember the “mod” system? No? I feel old.
Twenty-two 20-minute periods, or “mods” a day. A week was 6 days, and most classes met every other day. A regular class was usually two mods; a study period might be any length, from one to four mods; labs were four or five mods, etc. Academic classes were divided into large group/small group, just like college. For example, a student might have English on Days 2, 4, and 6 during mods 9 and 10. Day 1 wasn’t necessarily Monday; it was simply the day after Day 6. Attendance was taken first mod and wasn’t taken again the whole rest of the day. Students had a huge commons area for ‘free time.’ There was a SMOKING AREA on the side of the building, and teachers had duty there! The sense of openness and freedom and personal responsibility was tremendous.
Except for the smoking area, I loved it.
All the kids loved it, except the ones who couldn’t adapt to the freedom. Kids who desperately needed, REQUIRED, a rigid routine, just couldn’t cut it. But for the above-average kid, it was heaven.
Sure, some of the super bright kids took advantage of it, too, but the super bright kids COULD, and still achieve fabulous success at school. I’m talking to you, Diana.
Unfortunately, above-average kids weren’t the majority.
The experiment was ruined by those kids who just cut classes every day and hung out in the smoking area or the commons, or who left the open campus at noon and never came back, day after day, or who wandered aimlessly, lost and confused, trying to figure out where they were supposed to go on Day four, Mod seven. Even though they had a schedule in their hand.
Many parents never quite understood the concept either, and objected. Mostly the parents of the kids who never quite understood the concept.
At the time, I really did think I’d died and gone to school-heaven. I envied the students. For someone like me, that kind of ‘schedule’ would have been perfection. For many kids, it WAS perfection. For the first time, a school was actually catering to the bright trustworthy kids.
It didn’t last long, of course.
It lasted two years, and then the school board decided to go back to ‘traditional’ scheduling. Unfortunately, the new building had not been designed for anything traditional; it was too open.
So they cut up all that lovely open space into little cubicle classrooms with no windows and turned into a traditional six-period high school. The smoking area stayed for a few more years and then common sense kicked in, the only time common sense was ever utilized in the history of this building.
The building was planned and built for grades 10-12. A few weeks before it was finished, the board decided to send the freshmen there, too. And then they wondered why it was too small from day one.
It’s a shame. Even though it was too late for me as a student, for the first time in my life I had been exposed to a concept that catered to the smart kids, the reliable kids, the GOOD kids, the funky kids, the quirky kids, the kids who could be trusted with a little time.
But, as usual, because of the other kind of kids (and their parents) we lost it.
I am thinking as I write this of two famous writers and their philosophies. One is Plutarch, and the other is Mark Twain.
It was Plutarch who said, “Being about to pitch his camp in a likely place, and hearing there was no hay to be had for the cattle, ‘What a life,’ said he, ‘is ours, since we must live according to the convenience of asses!’ ”
Plutarch’s ass.
And it was Mark Twain who said, “”In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards.”
School boards, Congress. . . they’re all political and neither listens to the people they’re supposed to represent. Unless, of course, someone has big money.
Mark Twain could always be counted on to speak the truth.
Of course, Twain also said “I have never let schooling interfere with my education.”
Amen.
And please don’t think I am heartless, although I’m sure many of you do. I firmly and thoroughly believe in a good sound remedial program; that’s what I teach now.
I just don’t believe that the remedial and special programs should dictate or slow down the programs for the entire student body.
