Today was amazing for a number of reasons.
As today was the last day of our lab, we were burying our specimens in dirt with plans to test soil content and plant growth in the New Year. Most students were happy to put an end to an experiment that was becoming increasingly hard on the stomach, however one group in particular stood out as they proceeded solemnly to the dirt pile with their specimen, chanting the name “Alfred” in melancholic tones. “Aaaaalfreeed, life won’t be the same without your stink… Aaaaalfreeeed, you taught us a lot about mould…. Aaaaalreed, we are going to bury you so you can grow a plant…” Alfred was their cucumber.
When I think back to the things I remember from Grade 4, I struggle to recall anything memorable outside of field experiences, Christmas holidays and family trips to Ireland. I imagine however, that if I had spent two weeks watching Alfred shrink, stink, and give birth to fruit flies, that I would remember Alfred. As adults, we seem to spend a tremendous amount of time discussing, warning and lecturing without experiencing and we forget so easily that our most powerful inspirations to date will have almost exclusively resulted from actual emotional experiences.
After lunch we had a presenter come and talk about endangered species in North America, specifically wolves. She asked the kids a number of questions which they were eager to answer, one of which was about why maintaining the wolf population was of benefit to trees. Thirty plus hands went up.
We learned a lot about native species in Alberta in 45 minutes. We learned a worrying amount about what our government says they’re doing to protect them, as even to 9 year olds, many of their policies appear outdated and nonsensical. I gave the students sticky notes at the end of the presentation to jot ideas and questions about our current Endangered Species Act, what’s working and what we should change. One student kept coming back for more notes… “Three’s the limit right Mrs. Bailey? I can only have three ideas?” Who told this kid and at what point in his life that he could only have three ideas? He wants to write to the government on behalf of every one of the 13 male sage grouse left in our province. Then he wants to tell them that shooting wolves won’t save cariboo, that Little Red Riding Hood was a liar, that wolves aren’t the bad guys. He also wants to tell them to forget about the oil in the ground on the Blood Tribe land and just re-introduce the Swift Fox population the way they’d planned in 1973 and that they should be ashamed they’ve waited so long. He’s got classmates on board.
Adults should remember that it’s that simple. Kids are already curious and creative. They want to explore things and find out what’s happening. Nothing about who they are is average, obedient or passive. All that is left to us, is to foster an awareness of the possibilities that surround them, to allow them to explore and then to get out of the way. Let them ask questions, make decisions, be different. There’s more to their futures than resigned consumption and obedience.