So to this day, as a 50 year old man, I remain ashamed of the enormity of the cheating scheme undertaken by my buddies and I on those damned SRA cards. School was one of the few things I felt really good at, so proving I could do well on my own was a point of pride. I’m sure there have been many times in my educational career when I bent the rules, sneaked a look at a classmate’s paper, or “borrowed” homework answers from a friend but I generally didn’t cheat. In our group, Juli flew through the colors. If you made it through all the colors, you’d end up reading 100 to 150 stories. The readings and questions got progressively more advanced as you moved through the colors. In our individual groups, we took part in a reading program called “SRA,” a color-coded system by Science Research Associates in which students read a group of ten or twelve individual non-fiction stories at their own pace, answered 20 questions after each story, and then, when a sufficient number of questions had been correctly answered, and all stories in a color were complete, moved to the next color. Together as a class we read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer The Hobbit The Phantom Tollbooth and The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.
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For Reading/Language Arts, our group used a cool workbook called The Dopple Gang, a hip, 70s, cartoony book that reminded me of a groovy paperback version of The Banana Splits TV show. He put us into groups for math and reading, and I got put into the “smart-kids” group, with my buddies, Greg and Bruce, and a girl, Juli, who would later go on to graduate high school a year early to attend M.I.T. Keesey.” We all respected him so much that we felt we HAD to call him that. The level of unease felt by my classmates and me at this (for our school) radical style of pedagogy was such that, while we loved the tower and the chess and the signs and the rule-making, no one ever took him up on the invitation to call him “Jim.” He was always “Mr. To put it mildly, this was NOT a teaching style that I, or any of my classmates, had ever seen before!! It was as if an egg-headed, rod-fingered alien had come to Ebenezer to speak to us from a beautiful future we could not comprehend. This stood for “I Am Lovable And Capable,” and Jim wanted us to say that phrase to ourselves whenever we saw the signs. He said he’d play guitar for us some days, we’d have class outside some days, and we could call him “Jim.” He invited anyone to challenge him to a game of chess on the chessboard on top of the tower, and pointed out the big, round signs hanging in the room, each with a single word: “IALAC.” On the first day of class I knew he was different than anybody who’d ever stood in front of my classrooms when he delivered a monologue stating he didn’t think of himself as the leader who made rules and yelled at kids for breaking them, and forced everyone to do whatever he wanted them to do but instead thought of the classroom as a shared space for all of us, in which we all make the rules together and help each other to stay within them. Keesey was Ebenezer’s “celebrity teacher,” a prize for certain lucky kids in their last year in elementary school, supposedly a cool, fun guy, (a reputation my older sister confirmed when she had him three years before me) with a place-your-desks-anywhere policy and a wooden tower in his room that allowed for activities both six feet off the ground, or in the secluded Underneath. But he brought the Hippie message of peace and love to my classroom. Keesey’s short stature only intensified his outward appearance as a square. Keesey look far more “ straight” than “hippie.” And while I’m sure there were hippies of all shapes and sizes, Mr. His thick, round glasses, close-cropped brown hair and penchant for pull-over sweaters made Mr. This was in 1977, ten years after the big splash made by the Summer-of-Love, and the ripples of the Hippie culture were still being broadly felt, even in my little PA town.
In fifth grade, at Ebenezer Elementary School (yes, that was the name), my terrific teacher was Mr. NOTE: The setup – below the line ↓ – might be the best part … Or skip right to the album discussion.
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