Shirley
Brice Heath, Ways With Words:
Language, Life and Work in Communities and Classroom.
New York: Cambridge University Press, 1983. LB1139 L3 H37
Part
1
Young
people tolerated school, waiting for the time when they were blessed
old enough or big enough to leave.” (p. 26)
Ah, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I
supervisor secondary English education student teachers in the local
schools. One school, in particular, has a high incidence of truancy
and drop-outs. The student teacher was flabbergasted by the apparent
apathy of the school towards this issue. However, there was also a
teacher culture of “It's my job to teach, and the kids' job to be
here. If they aren't here, and ready to learn, there is nothing I
can do about it.” Part of what Heath shows is that the school
learning wasn't relevant to the home life and projected life
work. Yet, that also brings in the debate of vocational verses
college prep tracks. Is it a good thing to track students? I
haven't found a satisfactory answer to this yet. However, if a
vocational track provides skilled labor jobs, such as plumbing,
construction etc. - isn't that better than having a student drop-out,
not find a living wage job and going on welfare? In rebuttal, the
critics would then mention that in general, only working class
students would be in the vocational track and not have the
opportunity to get into the college bound track. In response, from
what I've seen, the working class kids of my current city don't get into the
college bound track, don't get solid skills in their remedial
classes, and don't engage in the school and drop out. In addition,
few schools will admit to tracking. Wouldn't it be better to freely
admit dual tracking and provide solid education for both?
Much of what Heath describes in the old timers'
recollections remind me a lot of my hometown and childhood. I grew
up on a 40 acre farm with my parents, paternal grandparents, and
aunt/uncle and cousins all living on the farmstead. We had a huge
communal garden and orchard, froze and canned food, used layaway for
big purchases, and joined a Christmas club to afford gifts at
Christmas. My mother's family lived in the city, though it was a
small town. However, even then, most of my aunts/uncles and cousins
lived within a 20 minute drive of each other.
There were major differences between my father's family
and background and my mother's. In a way, Mom (and family) was
Roadville and Dad was Trackton. Mom grew up in the city, had all the
appliances and conveniences of electricity, went to dances and
belonged to the after-school clubs. She was a fair to good student,
liked reading and trained to be a secretary. Reading and words were
a part of her everyday life. In her family, there were clear
male/female roles and right and wrong ways to do things. Manners and
politeness was explicitly taught. Children were expected to be quiet
and play away from the adults, but toys and games were provided. My
Dad's father died when he was six. My grandma had two small children
and a farm, plus several other acres to tend. She took on the mantle
of head of the household, even once she remarried. Dad tells stories of Grandma's temper and
inconsistent moods – which was part of her family. It was survival
of the fittest, for him, growing up, and to be fit, meant to be
strong – mentally and physically. Few books were in the house, and
Dad said grandma even burned some of his books when she felt he was
spending to much time lallygagging and not working.
When I grew up, there were few books, records or toys
in the houses of my father's family. Since my aunt and grandma lived
within walking distance of my parents, in the summer, I tended to float
around and stay with whoever I wanted to for as long as I wanted.
Conversation were long, multiple and loud, with people talking over
and butting into the conversation frequently. Frugality,
responsibility and cleanliness were valued traits. In my mother's
family houses, there were books, magazines, toys, TV, crayons etc.
People had mostly polite conversations where turn-taking and indoor voices was the norm.
This week I visited my parents, who live in a small
town outside Milwaukee. My father was a farmer when growing up and a
blue collar worker as an adult. My mother was a secretary and
saleswoman. Neither had formal education past high school. My mom
and I went for lunch at the Olive Garden and I was explaining some of
the stuff I was reading and working on. Mom nodded her head and
smiled and then exclaimed, “How did we end up having such smart
kids?” Being both a compliment intended for me and a criticism of
herself, I was at a loss at how to respond. She and I had attended
the same high school, in the same town, yet here I am pursuing my PhD
and she never took classes beyond high school. Yet, somehow, she
instilled in me a love and desire for learning and knowledge,
something not especially valued in my high school 20 years ago. Beer,
ice fishing, deer hunting, and racing cars were highly valued. I would guess that less
than half of my class went on to college. The rest took blue-collar
jobs locally or went to trade school.
When growing up, much of my homework made no sense to my mom, much like the Roadville parents who found “the tasks [looking
up definitions, finding answers to questions] always seem to point to
something else, to suggest that they will have some purpose, some
place to be put to use. But neither Roadville parents nor children
see and participate in these ultimate occasions for use. The
average, and even the good, students seem to do only minimally what
is asked of them to conform.” (p. 46-47) I was one of those
students – one who knew how to play the game and do what was asked,
but I really didn't get into my own education until late in college.
I didn't realize that the point was to do more than regurgitate –
it was to think and create. When I finally understood the full
potential of learning, I then decided to be a teacher.
For the past twenty years of my life, I've been living
in transition, like the Trackton residents. Since 1988, I have moved
every 3-4 years of my life. Fortunately, for the past 13 years, I've
been happily married, which makes the transitions easier. But, I
totally understand the mentally of not looking at what you have
presently because of the promise of the future. As an international
teacher, it isn't unusual to move that frequently, but it does make
it difficult to find a “home” and community to really integrate
into and give back too. Knowing I would be living eventually, some
people didn't want to become to involved with me. As a couple, we
looked at our apartments as places to sleep and eat in, not as homes.
The kiss of death was the year we finally put artwork on the wall.
Within a year, we'd be moving again.
I was quite horrified to read about how Trackton
children were socialized to be assertive and aggressive with their
dealings with each other. I know that this is my middle class
mentality kicking in – but it just seems like such a fearful way to
live. Kind of like when I watch any spy show or movie, I know that I
could never be a spy because I am a horrible liar and infiltrator, I
think I would be a horrible Trackton kid, or labeled as the slow or
dull one. I don't like conflict and never dealt well with it. But,
I can see how this form of socialization would cause problems within
school. Since I taught in international schools in three countries,
but with hundreds of different nationalities, I was often confronted
with students who came to school with wildly different expectations
of school, schooling, and peer relationships. Since their parents
selected this particular American school, having the conversation
about the differences was little easier, because the parental goal
was to get their kids into American or International universities.
So, socializing them to the “way we do school” was not as
controversial as it is here in the US.
I was also quite angry to read about the unequal
treatment of girls verse boys. I wonder how Heath dealt with
observing this lack of respect that the girls received. I would
think, since it was still at the early years of the feminist
movement, she may not have had a response to it. Yet, ethically,
nowadays, could I, as a researcher, walk away from the situation
without trying to change it? I also found it interesting how the
Trackton girls compensated for not being allowed into the
conversation and they talked to themselves in mirrors.
As
Heath was describing the baby shower, I was reminded of a situation
last spring. One of my graduate friends also had a baby shower, and
I was giving a ride to several international graduate students.
Knowing that traditions are very different around the world, I
decided to ask about how the preparation for birth happened in their
countries. Thankfully, the ride was long, because we all had a lot
to say. But, it was a weird feeling to have to articulate specific
cultural practices that are so common-sensical, to someone new. It
reminds me of the movie The
Mating Habits of the Earthbound Human (Jeff
Abugov, 1999). It isn't a very good movie, but it is set up like a
documentary, narrated by an alien about the dating scene. Again,
what seems so natural, when looked at with uninitiated eyes, it quite
unnatural.