Comparing methodologies
Ashley Cooper
ashcooper at earthlink.net
Tue Sep 16 16:03:37 PDT 2003
julie,
thank you so much...for sharing with us and for trusting so fully in the
abilities of those children. a truely inspirational story.
with love,
ashley
p.s. welcome Lynda.
> [Original Message]
> From: Julie Smith <jsmith at mosquitonet.com>
> To: <OSLIST at LISTSERV.BOISESTATE.EDU>
> Date: 9/15/2003 2:12:41 PM
> Subject: Re: Comparing methodologies
>
> Chris and All ~
>
> Your story about leaving the room (because you needed to) brings to mind
> my most recent OST, where I stayed visibly present in the room (because
> I needed to). I offer this because I think the art of living, and of
> OST, is to know when to be visible, and when to be invisible; when to
> speak, and when to be silent. Not yin or yang, but both yin and yang.
> (I bring this up because it seems to me that our OST conversation tends
> to articulate and support OST as a way for facilitators to express the
> receptive yin, and provides less permission for facilitators to express
> the assertive yang. I think wholeness as a human being and as a
> facilitator requires comfort with and ability to express both.)
>
> Two weeks ago I facilitated an OST for a class of 30 7th and 8th graders
> (12 - 14 years old) in one of our local schools. When I met with them
> the prior week to plan the OST, it was clear there were many conflicts
> impeding the harmony of the classroom. They were pretty sure OST
> wouldn't work for them, but they agreed they were willing to give it a
> try. They decided on a theme of "Respect In Our Classroom." We were
> allotted 3 hours (a relatively long period of time in a classroom
> setting). I left the planning meeting curious, but unconcerned. I
> expected a typical OST to follow.
>
> My first inkling that this would not be business as usual was during the
> posting of topics. Insults were slung freely. Arguments erupted.
> Emotional appeals for intervention were made to the teacher. The
> wording of a posted topic was altered without permission of the original
> author. General mayhem ensued. The teacher was very worried, and needed
> some semblance of order. We all did. The students actively ignored my
> presence in the circle and my requests for attention. Finally, somehow,
> I had their attention. I suggested that the best way for them to talk
> about their issues was to start the sessions. I also told them that
> given the level of dissension in the room, I would be willing to
> facilitate a mediation between conflicting parties if invited to do so.
> (I'm not sure what I think about this choice, but this is what I did.)
>
> All but a handful of students ended up in one session, where the
> discussion again raged at full tilt. Students talked over each other in
> a heated frenzy of words. The noise level escalated. Students shouted
> to be heard. Some students stood up and talked even louder to gain
> attention. Several students attempted to take a leading role in
> facilitating the conversation, but failed. One student came to me to
> tell me how he was trying to help the group, as if he wanted me to
> anoint him the facilitator. I told him I couldn't do that, and observed
> that he wasn't exactly a neutral person in the group, and that might be
> why he wasn't being allowed to facilitate. I also told him I would be
> willing to come in and try to help the group hold their conversation,
> but only if the group invited me to do so. He went back. They voted on
> whether they wanted my help. The vote was about 50% for and 50%
> against. He decided that meant they didn't want my help. The battle
> raged. Two students faced off, then backed down. I was worried. The
> teacher was VERY worried. I seriously considered intervening without
> invitation, but kept resisting that impulse, wanting to give them every
> opportunity to make the process work. Finally, a key student (I'll call
> her Ann) left the room. Ann was the student who seemed to magnetize the
> most energy and drama. If I believed in space invaders, I might have
> thought her one. Wherever she went, fireworks erupted. When she left,
> everything changed. Whew. (Harrison, our conversation of old helped me
> get through this. In retrospect I can see that you were exactly right.
> There was enough space for her to leave, and leave she did. That made
> what happened next possible.)
>
> After Ann left, the original group dispersed and mostly reformed in a
> different space for the next session. They selected a respected (and
> neutral) classmate to facilitate the discussion. This conversation was
> important because it concerned the care of another living being, the
> classroom gecko. It turns out Ann was the gecko's current caretaker,
> and there were some concerns about feeding and cleanliness. The group
> agreed on the identification of care issues, and they carefully thought
> through how they wanted to approach the topic with Ann. They agreed to
> send a person she trusted to talk with her about the issues, and he
> decided to ask me to accompany him to do so. Ann was back in the
> regular classroom. We walked there to talk with her. At first she
> refused to talk, then gave me a long look, and agreed. The conversation
> took less than a minute. He gave her information she didn't have (where
> the food for the crickets was stored, why the crickets were dying before
> they were fed to the gecko, how often the aquarium should be cleaned).
> She was relieved to have the information because it resolved many of her
> concerns for the gecko. She clearly wanted to take good care of the
> gecko. She thanked him for the information. They agreed they would
> talk again if any new problems developed.
>
> The boy walked away, problem solved. Ann muttered under her breath that
> the people she REALLY wanted to talk with were two other boys. I
> accepted her invitation, and asked what she wanted to talk with them
> about. She said she couldn't say, because one of her teachers had told
> her not to talk about it. I asked her if she could tell me. Her eyes
> welled up with tears. She told me a friend had died a year ago, and the
> two boys had spread rumors about him. She said she didn't understand why
> they did that, and since that time she could barely stand to look at
> either of them. I asked her if she wanted me to talk with her teacher
> to see if it would be okay if she talked with them about it. She said
> yes. By the time I came back to the room, they had somehow already
> gathered and begun talking. I quietly sat down on the floor next to
> them. She told of her long friendship with her friend, how sad she was
> when he died, and the memories it raised of other losses in her life.
> The boys were both deeply respectful. They listened fully as she spoke.
> They asked questions. Both told of the serious consequences they had
> received from their parents for what they had done. One revealed the
> losses he was facing in his life, and his sadness that his father was
> again stationed in Afghanistan. She listened and expressed sympathy for
> his situation. One was very remorseful, and expressed a sincere and
> heartfelt apology. The other expressed less remorse because he was a
> friend to a girl who had been seriously harmed by the boy who died. He
> felt a deep loyalty to his friend and her suffering. Still, he
> expressed a sincere apology for hurting Ann, something he never intended
> to do. Ann dried her tears and said she felt better. The boys again
> apologized. Again, whew. (I now understand "whew." It is the out
> breath of release and relief.)
>
> I went back to our OST meeting room. In between things I had been
> watching a very quiet and reserved young boy who had spent the entire
> time in his own session. He had taken some flip chart paper and markers
> and created a poster titled "Respecting Each Other." He wrote if
> someone was crying we should ask them what was wrong, and that we should
> be compassionate and merciful. He didn't know how to spell
> compassionate and merciful, so he found a dictionary and made sure he
> spelled them right. And then he defined each of those word. Then he
> added a little more about being loving and kind. I could have hugged
> him.
>
> We did a short talking stick closing. People still wanted to talk after
> one pass, so we did a second round.
>
> And then we were done. They went back to class and I slowly put the
> room back in order, filled with the wonder of it all.
>
> Julie
>
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