Analyzing Education & Life from the Perspective of a Social Studies Teacher.
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fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
Not from my classroom, but is of the same vintage…My sister said this to me this morning. I have now disowned her.
Me: “One of the reasons that the USA struggled in the Vietnam War was that Vietnam was on the other side of the world.”
Student: “What’s the big deal? Why didn’t we just walk there?”
Me: I was born in 1983
Student: So how old were you back then?
Student: “Will you sign this absence slip for me please?”
**I rummage around my desk**
Me: “I have a desktop computer, a laptop, an iPhone and an iPad 2 all on my desk right now… But no pen.”
Me: “It was in the 1830s that the Natives in the South East United States were forced on a grueling march, as they were being relocated to Oklahoma. Thousands died along with way.”
Student: “Why didn’t they just, like, get on a plane and fly there?”
Me : “So the Communists built a wall along the border of Berlin to keep the East Berliner’s in the city.” Student : “Oh! You mean the Great Wall of China?!?!”
Student A : “A… S… I…. A…. I don’t get it. What word does that spell?”
Student A : “So, who was President after Woodrow Wilson?” Student B: “Oh! Oh! I know! Isn’t it George Washington?!?!?!”
In my social studies teaching I love to incorporate art and music into my teaching, as to enrich the experience and show students how those people viewed their world.
One year, when I was teaching on the Middle Ages, I showed a picture of Mother Mary holding baby Jesus. A student raised his hand from the back row. This child was as middle of the road as they come: no special academic needs, B or C student, well behaved in class… perfectly average. He was also Catholic, which meant that Mary is a very serious topic. I called on the kid, “Yes Sir, you have a question?”
The child, with a very stern expression on his face asked, “Why does Mary… have five fingers?”
I turn to the board, in slight disbelief (and some cognitive dissonance), and count the number of fingers on Mary’s hand… all five.
I then pull out my own hand and start counting, “One… Two… Three…” And which point he pulls out his hand, and joins in “One, Two, Three, Four…. Fi- Oh! I Get it Now! I didn’t realize there were five…”
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