As another school year moves into high gear, I would like to offer a few thoughts.
Not long ago, the room where classmates and I met for our 50th high school reunion buzzed with all the conversations you鈥檇 expect: children, grandchildren, retirement, travels, and where we lived. But there was also another equally important conversation鈥攁bout our teachers and why we remembered them. 鈥淪he told me I was a writer,鈥� one former classmate said. 鈥淚 loved math because of him.鈥� 鈥淚 wish he鈥檇 only lived a little longer; I had so hoped to tell him of the impact he had on my life.鈥� 鈥淚 became a teacher because of her.鈥� I wondered as I listened and shared similar musings what my former students might say about me when they think of our time together. Would joy come to their minds?
Shortly after the reunion, a group of colleagues gathered in my den to spend a day with a noted literacy expert. We talked of all the rich research we have to help our students grow smarter as readers, writers, and thinkers. We talked of programs and the promises they make, and what they can鈥檛 and don鈥檛 deliver. We lamented the squeeze on educational funding. And we pondered the role that poverty and the absence of books in homes plays in children鈥檚 lives. As I sat with some of the smartest and most dedicated educators I know, I couldn鈥檛 help but sense that we had overlooked something in our discussion.
And then suddenly it hit me as I was sitting there, learning among my friends and colleagues. It was joy. A simple, three-letter word we take for granted. Struck by its simplicity, I wondered if joy is what we鈥檝e been missing in the recent conversations about education that we鈥檝e been having as a country.
Amid the cacophony of school reformers, teacher-evaluation discussions, and test scores, have we simply overlooked it? Has school become sanitized from the very emotion that fuels learning? I thought about the teachers my classmates and I talked about at our reunion and those teachers I鈥檝e been fortunate enough to have in my own educational journey. Yes, there it was, right in the midst of those memories: joy. Before you dismiss this as the overly sentimental journey of an aging educator, allow me to continue.
In my own classroom and later as a district leader, I often stayed late, preparing for meetings with colleagues because I knew the joy we鈥檇 find in studying together. In those evening hours, I could feel the presence of other educators across the country. I felt a joyful connectedness to them. In graduate school, I wrote out of a sense of joy when I recorded my thoughts鈥攅very word mattered to me. I experienced joy when I spoke with others following a conference I attended several weeks ago. I knew joy when a colleague asked me to write the foreword of her new book. I took delight in reading and then writing about it. I found joy with colleagues when we sat around my dining table dreaming about what committed educators do when they connect their minds, hearts, and actions. And I feel uncontainable joy when I step into a classroom and learn alongside teachers and kids.
The dictionary defines joy as 鈥渁 feeling of great pleasure and happiness.鈥� I wonder why it鈥檚 missing far too often in today鈥檚 classrooms and schools. I suppose we could find dozens of reasons and a good number of people to blame. But I also wonder why we don鈥檛 start a joy revolution. Isn鈥檛 it possible to feel joy and still care about student test performance, teacher-evaluation instruments, and the demands of our curricula? I believe it is. Joy isn鈥檛 about a carefree life. It is about a deep-felt sense of wonder, of expectation, of delight, of engagement.
Has school become sanitized from the very emotion that fuels learning?"
In A Place Called School, asks why joy is missing from our schools. I wonder if our students would list joy if they were to describe their schools and classrooms? Humans are born learners. Learning is enjoyable and joy-filled. I think of inspirational moments when I鈥檝e been inside the classrooms of great teachers. Oh, how I longed to be like them. I was willing to inquire and study and ponder what and how they were teaching because it seemed to bring them such pleasure.
The psychologist defines 鈥渇low鈥� as 鈥渢he state in which people are so involved in an activity that nothing else seems to matter; the experience itself is so enjoyable that people will do it at even great cost, for the sheer sake of doing it.鈥� There鈥檚 that word 鈥渏oy鈥� again, tucked inside 鈥渆njoyable.鈥� There鈥檚 a message not to miss: 鈥渇or the sheer sake of doing it.鈥� How different school would be if joy fueled each day鈥檚 experience of learning. Perhaps the key to why so many teachers have left the profession is the joyless space we have created for students and ourselves.
So this school year, let鈥檚 take time to reflect on the difference joy could make. Let鈥檚 consider classrooms where everyone is both teacher and learner. Let鈥檚 dream of places where expertness and smartness grow out of inquiry and talk and wonder. Let鈥檚 find energy and hope. Let鈥檚 express joy and name it what it is: a feeling of great pleasure and happiness.
