The first set of definitions that come up when I Google the word “wild” include this one: uncontrolled or unrestrained, especially in pursuit of pleasure. This time of year, the phrase “My students are wild!” is uttered repeatedly by teachers passing in the hall. We are three weeks away from the end of school, it is spring, and the students are fully into end-of-the-year activities. They’re happy and excited and… yes, wild.
Nowadays it is very hard to know how much “wild” is acceptable. I’ve taught in elementary schools – heck, I’ve gone to elementary schools – in which “silence is golden.” Every child walks the halls with a “bubble” in his mouth… a clever ploy to keep little kids’ mouths tightly closed (“Don’t let the bubble escape and don’t break it!”). I once taught in a school with 700 primary elementary students. I was their smiley music teacher. When they saw me in the hall, though, they were only allowed to wave “hi” with one finger, all the while holding their bubbles. Who declared teachers the Quiet Police? Reminds me of many of the dystopias I teach in my literature classes.
Don’t get me wrong; I am all for silence when instruction is being given or when going past a working class. I’m especially for audience silence, whether it be in a live performance or at a movie theater. Audience, we didn’t come to listen to you!
I digress. My favorite part of the tours of our school I give this time of year is when the elementary is not silent. I like when the kids come down the hall chatting and give me a hug and then introduce themselves to those touring. Even our first graders will stop and welcome them. I love that! In classes elementary through high school, those touring see kids engaged in class discussions and activities. They sit at tables to promote collaboration. Oh sure, we have some lecture classes, and it’s silent when they test or are doing individual work. But, with three recesses in the school day, one can tell we value time for kids to be kids.
The key to it all is breaking the will but not the spirit. When one “breaks” a horse, he is really just training the horse to allow him to ride along. The spirit of the horse is still alive and well, and when not under the bit, the horse can run and choose his course (at least to the fence line!). Constant silence and uniforms and rows of individual desks are all about control. A relationship is required between the “breaker” and the horse. Those who try to control the horse without building the relationship just get bucked.
I believe the kids in a school will work with the teachers and administration if relationships are cultivated and kids understand the goals. To do this, teachers and administrators have to invest a lot of time outside of the classroom. My parents, my husband, and I all coach/sponsor activities outside of the school day. We know every child and every parent in our school. That’s not possible if the school has 2,000 students, but we’ll leave the need for smaller schools to another discussion…
The goal cannot be conformity. We want our kids to express themselves, be it through their clothes, their creations in the fine arts and engineering, or their interactions with others. We welcome a little wild because it’s a sign of intelligence. The intelligent have always pushed against the standards. The trick is to teach the kids how to push the limits without breaking the walls.
Do we ever utter the phrase “The kids are wild today” at our school? You bet! There are days that the kids just want to be done. Storms can cause wild behavior, as can excitement for an impending performance or event. Shouldn’t we, as teachers, expect a little wild during those times? I think the key to helping kids control their wild sides is to clearly set expectations. Gifted kids especially can work with the teacher when the teacher explains when wild is not allowed. It’s also helpful if he/she does allow some wild during the day. We have so many years to be adults. We can help kids become marketable for colleges and later employment without killing the pure joy of just being a kid.
- Michelle