If there’s one thing I miss about high school, it’s throwing
shoes out the window.
You see, one day a student had his feet up on his desk. I
thought that was unprofessional. So in a moment of pure impulse, I yanked his
shoes off, walked over to the window, and threw them out from the second floor
of which my classroom was located.
His mouth dropped to the floor in pure shock. I smiled at
him. The entire class, including my shoe-less student, burst into laughter.
Perhaps my discipline was also unprofessional, but in my mind, it was a moment
of genius.
Now I had the class's undivided attention. I continued with
my lesson, and they sat forward, listening and waiting for me to have another
crazy impulse.
From that time forward, I threw out shoes for random
reasons. When a student wasn’t paying attention, I’d sneak up and tear off his
or her shoes and toss them out the window. Fall asleep in class? You know those
shoes are coming off. Today, some of the most interesting e-mails I receive
from former students wanting to stay in touch or say hi begin with, “Do you
remember the time you threw my shoes out the window?”
The administration knew of this of course, and they mostly looked
the other way. Until one day, when I had a little too much fun and tossed out a
good half-dozen pairs of shoes during one class. My classroom was located directly
above a guidance counselor’s office, and she was new to the school. She saw
shoes raining down from above, and called the dean and the principal thinking
that some student had gone crazy. Close. It was a teacher who was having too
much fun.
The principal and the dean burst into my classroom like it
was on fire. I remember telling them, “It’s all under control. This is my
doing. Don’t worry.” They gave me an evil look and left the room. They never
brought it up to me again.
I wrote special hall passes for the students to retrieve their
shoes. Now that I teach at a different school—at a college—I look at our
classroom windows with longing and nostalgia. They don’t open in the rooms
where I teach. My days of throwing shoes out the window are gone. For now,
anyway.
Why do I share this? You may think it to be silly or even
inappropriate, but I believe the best classroom memories come from moments of
impulse and a little crazy. We can’t just stand behind a podium and lecture.
Teachers must find creative ways to get our students’ attention. And if you
have the right personality, bringing out a little crazy in the classroom may be
just the thing to keeping them focused because they never will know what you
may do or say next.
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