It was not an easy day. The temperatures soared, and students were not allowed outside.
After lunch. Indoors. A group sat on the carpet, in various stages of discomfort and uncertainty. I had invited them there to work on a challenging math problem.
They want to learn. And most of the time my students persevere. Today was different. It was not an easy day.
“I don’t know how to do this,” Z* nearly wailed. The others looked relieved at this admission. Then they looked at me with please help me faces.
I offered up a strategy. Still confusion. Then, I did the thing I should have done at the beginning. I asked the students to offer up their thinking.
T* shared her thoughts. Two equations that demonstrated her understanding of the problem. She didn’t know how to go about solving it, but she could see the relationship between the numbers. Her insight was something other students with higher computational skills had missed entirely. T saw the essence of it. It was the execution that alluded her. Thrilled to see something that would take others further and lift her up as a mathematician, I offered it to every student, calling it the “T strategy.”
Off T went to her team to attempt the hard computational work.
Hearing this new approach, two boys’ faces lit up and off they went to try it out. You’d think I’d just given them a new toy to play with.
Meanwhile, a little more confident, Z went to join her math team that could not agree on the answer.
The noise level increased as more groups debated their results.
Five minutes later, I approached Z and her team. “I helped them understand the problem!” Z said bouncing up and down. They were all beaming. “We helped each other,” she added.
Each member then explained how they had taught another member with something. Helping their teammate see their missteps in a way that made each feel good about the mistake and their understanding. They did exactly what I’d hope they’d do. Work together to get through struggles.
It was not an easy day. I saw a side of so many of them I had never seen before. Kiddos were at a loss. Upset and loud. And then with tiny aha’s, turning a corner to help each other. The “high-flyer” leaning into the kiddo who admits to not knowing.
It was not an easy day. But, I think it was a good one.
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