Relating to people
What do we mean when we say, āThat is an excellent teacherā?
For me, an excellent teacher is one who knows the difference between relating to things and relating to people. Both need great skill, but the greatest skill lies in how we relate to people.
If I am to aspire to excellence as a teacher, I must be able to see my pupils as they really are. I mustnāt discourage them ā I must accept them. This means adjusting myself to my pupils, and seeing things from another standpoint.
I must also preserve an interest in my students and, in this way, grasp something of their potential. I must see what they are in the process of becoming. When children come to us with labels ā āa slow learnerā, āa non-readerā ā we tend to shut our minds to change: but the ability to preserve an interest in children prevents teachers from stereotyping them in all sorts of ways.
As an excellent teacher, I must not be afraid to move out of my centre and meet the children where they are. The ability to go forward to meet people gives me the opportunity to vary my approach and my responses. If I do this, I will not be afraid to try unfamiliar things, because Iām not afraid of being rejected. Rejection is not part of trying to meet someone. Even if some rejection must take place, let that be of the idea and not of the person. I think we ā the teachers and the pupils ā often feel rejected in school when itās really our ideas that are being rejected.
I must also have the ability to see the world through my students, and not my students through the world. This ability can give a teacher a new perception, a renewal of energy and teaching style; there is a sort of regeneration when suddenly a class shows you a whole new way of looking at something.
As an example of this, I might describe what happened recently when I was working with some young men in a borstal institution.1 I was in the tricky position of making the borstal boys take the role of prison officers while their prison officers sat watching us. I hoped that the boys would treat my prisoner just as their prison officers had been treating them. So I became an official from the Bureau of American Indian Affairs, and I put them in charge of Ishi, the last surviving member of his tribe. Ishi had really been found earlier this century on a railway station, and the bureau had decreed that this man ā ill, sick, forlorn, speaking tongues nobody had ever heard ā was to be put in the local jail until such time āas he should be made city-like, and civilizedā. Of course, the boys defied all my desires to get Ishi put in the jail. They said, āYouāre not putting him in jail. Weāll build him a house.ā And they built him one ā without any windows. I protested at this, but they insisted, and I realized we were looking at the house from two different points of view: for them it gave privacy, and for me it was a prison. Iām still pondering why they did it. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that I couldnāt look in and peer at Ishi. The fact that he couldnāt see out either made no difference. It was what I might do to him that mattered. To understand this, I had to look at their house through their eyes, not through mine.
But, as a teacher who seeks excellence, I must also have the ability not to be lessened by my students, to withstand them, to use my own eyes sometimes, and be myself. One of the ways of avoiding being lessened is to refuse to give back what the pupils give you, especially if they are uncooperative. So often, it is easier to play tit-for-tat and be lessened.
I must have the ability to withstand certain pressures. I must be able to say, āI respect how it looks from your point of view but Iām not giving in, because I can explain why I want it my way.ā Itās often easier to let the children get away with it, because itās too tiring to keep battling on. But the real battle is for a higher quality of response. I feel this ability to withstand is to know something of the clarity of oneās purposes.
The ability to resist is a little like the ability to withstand. While withstanding may be to hold the status quo, resisting is to demonstrate, āNo further! Thatās it!ā Iāve had to spend a lot of energy in my teaching to create circumstances in which I can resist without pain, either to me or to the class. All my strategies enable me to create a disciplined world and to find ways of using power without it being my power. Frequently I use the power of the subject to discipline a group. I say, āIt demands this of usā ā not āI demand this of you.ā By resisting people, you help them to find guidelines and boundaries which can begin to function for all of us. Sometimes these boundaries are painfully constraining, and sometimes these moments when one says āNo further!ā are very risky. There are times when I know a group of children could just laugh me out of the room, because, from where they stand, I am an idiot in an idiotic system. But then itās necessary to stand there saying, āWhy do you laugh and tear your own work down?ā, when it would be so much simpler to laugh with them and get out of the room safely.
If I wish to be an excellent teacher, I must also have the ability to dominate the scene for my students when it is necessary, and in the guise of one thing, do another, so that the pupils can grow. This is where you take risks in order to gain, where you approach the work by guile, by the delicate use of lures, and use oblique approaches to attain your goals.
Iāll give you an example of how domination worked with delinquent boys. I once went to my class in a school, taking my three-month-old daughter with me. I walked in and, for some crazy reason, I expected the class to be doing Julius Caesar, because thatās what the timetable said. So I wheeled the pram gaily in and was met by a line of black-browed, beady-eyed morons. There was anger all over that room! So, of course, I said, āOh, I thought we were doing Julius Caesarā, and they glowered in return.
This was one day when I dominated ā I was very tired at the end of it! I looked one of the boys in the eye and said, āThere are days like today. Why donāt you have a pint on me?ā And I offered him one. The lad took it (thank God he did take it!) and I drew pints all round and dominated the situation. The clouds did not lift, but the pints were not thrown back in my face.
So then I had to find a way of showing that I valued what they had done in just letting me be in the room with them. I said, āYou think youāve got troubles? Have you seen my brat? Iām not going to see her father again. You think youāve got troubles? Not one of you signs that notice saying you donāt want my pub to close. Itās going to shut next month. Youāve come in here and drunk my beer, but youāll let me lose my job, wonāt you?ā
And they said, āWe didnāt know it was going to shut. We didnāt even know it was going to open.ā
āAh, well it is, and not one of youāve signed the notice, have you?ā
āWell, we would have signed it, if weād seen it.ā
āIāve heard that before.ā
And then I stopped and said, āThere must be somebody worse off than us. Somewhere in the world there must be somebody worse off than me and this brat, and you with all your troubles. Tell you what, come to the bar, and donāt tell the fellow next to you whatās up with you, but see if you can find out whatās up with him.ā
And the crowd of black gloom drifted over to the bar (the teacherās table), and I stood there pulling pints, sloshing them down, and groaning about my brat. And I asked if they had found out anything about each other, and I heard incredible things. āIāve had a row with the wife this morning,ā and, āIāve drunk all me wages,ā and so on. And so the moaning and groaning went on. (They should have been doing Julius Caesar but I didnāt dare draw their attention to that fact, because the gloom would have come down again.)
I said āI wonder if anybody could come in here who was worse off than us.ā
And one lad thought a bit and said, āYes, a tramp could come in here; a tramp thatās got nowt could come in here.ā
āDo you want to be a tramp thatās got nowt?ā
And he said āAyā.
And he put on a sacking coat and walked up to the counter that didnāt exist, and I reached up and gave him a pint in one of the better glasses. He took the pint and had just begun to drink it, when I looked at one of the other lads and asked, āNow what made him come in here, into this gloomy hole? I mean, weāre all standing here like cheese at fourpence and yet he comes in here. Thereās nowt to cheer him up in here.ā
And the tramp said something that was really to open all our eyes: āAll the other pubs have music.ā
An amazing new view ā it was quiet in here! And at that point I said, āWell, the reason itās quiet in here is because weāre doing Julius Caesar. We are, you know! And whatās more tomorrow one of these silly devils is going to fight at Philippi. And the bloody generals are arguing over eighty bloody drachmas. And itās you and me thatās going to be fighting at Philippi.ā
And at that point, we became drunken soldiers just before Philippi. And, from there, we got on to the way ordinary private soldiers carry the responsibility for the generals who never come into the front line.
You know, thatās as good an introduction to Julius Caesar as Iāve ever found. It took about an hour, but I think itās a good example of dominating people.
As an excellent teacher, I must be able to bring power to my students and to draw on their power. This negotiation, this exchange of power is a realignment of relating. If children are damaged too much in school, they wonāt let you exchange power with them. They want you to keep it, because that way they can continue saying, āSee, nobody likes school with her about. I canāt do it the way she wants it done.ā Itās quite difficult, I find, to get children to take power, and then give you back a bit, and then keep on taking more. I really think itās a shame that weāve set up our schools so that children donāt feel they can take power.
But all this can be achieved only when we recognize that we must pay constant attention to others and be slow to make judgements. This isnāt just a matter of survival, but a matter of respect.
Paying attention starts when I begin working with a class. I notice how they walk in, how they look at each other. Do I see elements of self-neglect, or do they neglect each other? This boy is tired-looking; that girl looks as if sheās had a bad knock. I canāt judge whether Iām right, but I can pay attention and, in so doing, recognize a little of the conditions of people.
The ability to withhold judgement is often seen as ambivalence in a teacher. We all know a teacher who never makes up her mind whether some student is good or bad. Why canāt she? She must know! And often a lack of rigour is the reason why such teachers fail to make judgements. They have no proper standards by which to measure people. But one can be desperately wrong if one moves too soon.
Being slow to make judgements allows me constantly to renew my view of each pupil and to update it. I think this is one of the hardest things we must train ourselves to do if we aspire to excellence in teaching. We should stop believing things other people tell us about children, stop taking things for granted, stop saying that because we once knew nasty Jimmy Jones, and his eyes were close together as well, so this ladās going to be the same. One of the most rejuvenating things is to give everyone a fresh start each morning. The ability to do this is part of the condition of innocence. I think innocence has a chance of bringing with it enormous gaiety and trust, so that you walk into the classroom clean every morning, however mucky you are at the end of the day.