In preparing materials for our ongoing consideration of ‘appropriate challenge’, I came across this poem in Carol Tomlinson’s book, Fulfilling the Promise of the Differentiated Classroom. I think it paints a beautiful story of why we do what we do in education.
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
I bring a whisper.
Can you hear the poem in it?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will you tell me what to think,
Or show me how?
Will you teach me answers,
Or the symmetry of a question well composed?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will learning be only about doing things right,
Or about doing the right thing?
A thing of joy,
Or of duty?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Which will matter most to you,
My soul,
Or my grade?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Can you teach me to chart my journey,
Or must you use a standard measure
To place me always
In the shadow of others?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will I go away from you ascending my strengths,
Or hobbled by my weaknesses?I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
I bring you all I am,
All I can become.
Do you understand the trust?
I am in the process of recording our students telling this story; I shall add that when it is complete!

and was supposed to make mistakes, I may well have been further along the path now with my language development. But, no I made all the excuses under the sun and shut down! My fixed mindset kicked in! I became a non-learner and justified it eloquently to myself and others!!







