From them, I discovered seeds that had unknowingly found fertile soil
and thrived. Seeds that had sprouted, had become deeply rooted, and had
bloomed far beyond the confines of the classroom walls, the end of the term,
and the completion of the college experience into the distant
I was savoring a cup of Tanzanian Peaberry coffee by the koi pond early
this non-walking morning. Images of a chance meeting the other day, a
serendipitous meeting, with a past student I’ll call Bob in Lowes kept dancing
across my mind. I was struggling to recover, retain, and savor
It’s about 7:00. Slowly, the night’s blackness is starting to be pushed
away by the approaching gray of dawn. I’ll go out for my 7 mile walk in a few
minutes when the sun is fully above the horizon and I can see when I’m going.
This dawning morning, sipping another cup of freshly
Been off the grid for a while. Maybe it’s a combination of the colder
than normal winter blahs, lots of holiday travel, futile struggling to rescue
my freeze ravaged tropical koi garden, just not being in the mood, or whatever.
Anyway, no, this isn’t a porn piece. It’s about a
Well, it’s that time of the term when the Scroogey, bah humbug “student
blooperers” are out in full force all over the cyber world, and so many in
academia do themselves an injustice whenever, however briefly, they are
suspending their charitable holiday spirit.
During my
Couldn’t sleep. I guess I was still thinking about a student I’ll call
Dave into whom I bumped a few days ago about on the back leg of my walk. We
had an interesting conversation that I’ll tell you about at a later day. For
now, he gave me more of an answer to the professor who kept
How to respond to a less than empathetic query from a professor. I’ve
been pondering her dismissal questions for quite a while. Yeaterday, as I
worked to come out from the fogs of my Thanksgiving tryptophan overdose on my 7
mile meditative power walk, I started thinking about
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would
smell as sweet.” Was the Bard right? Maybe. Then, again, maybe not. What we
see depends on what we’re looking for. If you’re looking for proof of “don’t
belongs,” you’ll find plenty of evidence that they are.
Please don’t think that I am flagellating myself when I talk of my 1991
life-changing epiphany. I am not. Painful as it was, I was experiencing that
biblical adage: the truth shall set you free. Boy, did it. It was the
beginning of coming to terms with myself by acknowledging,
You know, when I talk of seeing a class as an “awe-full” gathering of
“sacred ‘ones,’” I have to make a confession. It was not always so. For the
first 25 years of my career in higher education I always had proclaimed that “I
care about students.” And, I believed it. After all, I
I should really title this reflection “Behavioral Teaching” because I’m
asking what’s the difference between an “awful” and “awe-full” perspective a
professor has of students? Possibly it’s a question of a lack of academic
imagination and subsequent expectations. Possibly it is
I was sitting for more than a few minutes on the concrete fence of a
bridge, my early morning meditative walk interrupted, arms folded, head bowed,
eyes closed, waiting for the long and slow freight train to pass, holding my
inner silence against invading attempts of the relentless
Boy, did I have to run for my fire extinguisher to douse the searing flames
that jumped out from a message I recently received. “….Emotions have no place
in the classroom. My task is to be totally objective, to be devoted to my
discipline, to solely disseminate information, and to develop
I’d like to make six quick points off the bat. First, most classroom
professors were not intensely trained as future classroom teachers; they were
intensely trained as future research and publishing scholars. Second, despite
the herculean and dedicated efforts of so many Teaching and
It’s 4:15 am. Can’t sleep. Brewed a cup of coffee. Still thinking
about “awful” versus “awe-full.” There’s a quieting, transcendant feeling in
holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee early in the morning, looking at the
dark sky getting slowly painted with a palette of color as it
It’s dawn. The sky is greying with the coming day’s light. I just
came in from slowly sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee by the koi pond. As
I gazed at the barely visible graceful sweeping moves of the koi and listened
to the music of the waterfalls, I thought of the urgent
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Stuart, based on my personal and professional experience, supported by the
research on learning, I’ll have to respectfully disagree.
Make it a good day
-Louis-
Louis Schmier
http://www.therandomthoughts.edublogs.org
203 E. Brookwood Pl
I want to back up in this reflection. So, let me remind you of those
three penetrating questions that spewed from my epiphany: “Do you want to let
go of the influence of those debilitating parts of your life?” “Do you want a
new future?” “Do you have it in you to do what has to be
So, what were some of those lessons of the transforming process that
led me to “soft teach” which I had to learn and take to heart? First, the
overall lesson. I had an explosive epiphany in the autumn of 1991 that would
turn out to be my springtime only if I admitted that I had to do
I just read Parker Palmer quoting a line from the poem by Maya Spector
titled “JAILBREAK." It struck a cord, and I, thinking of this series on “soft
teaching” and “soft living,” presumptuously wrote him the following :“You
quote the line: ‘Why make a cell your home when the door
You know, Cicero said nothing people do that more approaches the gods
than being a healer. I don’t think “soft teachers” are far behind. “Soft
teaching” is a pledge, a moral act, a value system, a covenant, an ongoing
connection, and a “we” consciousness. "Soft teaching” at its core
Oh Winter, where are you? Had I to spray myself with “No Natz” to ward
off the swarms of attacking mosquitos and harassing gnats! It’s February!
We’re supposed to have no need for “No Natz.” We’re supposed to shiver, not
sweat. The heater is supposed to be running, not the AC.
I was all spiffed up,—uncomfortable noose of a tie, sports jacket,
non-jeans slacks—small talking, waiting for the dining room doors to open. It
was the community’s “Law Enforcement Appreciation Dinner” sponsored by the
Rotary Club. Someone, passed by me, whom I’ll call Jim (not
There’s a 35 degree chill in the dawning air. A slight fog is muting
the sharp lines of everything. Wisps of steam are rising from my freshly
brewed cup of coffee. Standing by the Koi pond, listening to the soft music of
the water falling off the rocks and seeing the smooth,
And, the conversation continued:
“You want to know how to prevent burnout? Based on recent research and
my experience, I say: bring the classroom down to earth. Listen to Carl Jung
and put aside your formal theories and intellectual constructs and axioms and
statistics and
So, another piece of my conversation with this professor about her fear
of burning out:
“I think the biggest challenge you have, that I once had, that any of
us have, is not to learn how to fuel or rekindle the flame, but to unlearn what
it is that’s emptying the tanks. We
It’s a tad before dawn. Can’t sleep. Finally, there's a chill in the
air. Sipping freshly brewed coffee. Standing by the koi pond. Listening to
the music of the waterfall. At last, I’ve come out from the thick fog of a
Thanksgiving Tryptophan overdose that had sent me into a
I had to interrupted my response to the professor who was worried about
burnout and go grocery shopping. I’ve been doing that for the last four weeks,
along with cleaning the house, straightening up, doing the wash, cooking meals,
and most important, taking care of Susie. She’s has
I interrupt my response to the professor who disowned me because I
asked “too many” questions about the Ivory Tower. I had received a message
from another professor, one sentence of which read: “You call yourself an
‘enthusiast.’ How did keep yourself fired up without burning out?
To continue my answer to the professor who was disdainful of my raising
questions about academia:
“We both are scholars. Curiosity is name; questioning is our game.
The quest to find the answers to our queries is the spring well of our research
and publication, if not our promotion
I thank some of you for missing me and asking after my health. I know. I
haven’t shared a thought since the end of September. Susie and I have had a
series of “distractions.” First, it was over three weeks in Boston caring for
both her brother and his wife. Then, we came home for a few
As this professor exemplified, academics and emotion have a rocky
relationship. As a result, academia is a tough culture in which to talk of
faith, hope, and love. Those three words are hard for some academics. It's a
culture that traditionally says paradoxically with great emotion
To continue this discussion with the professor:
"If you're telling me I have to love each student unconditionally,"
this professor cynically exclaimed, "that's impossible! Too many students
haven't earned it and don't deserve it, and I won't do it!"
"No," I answered,
So, I get this message from a mid-western professor criticizing me as
being an "impractical, emotional, dreamy eccentric." I don't think she meant
that as a compliment. Nor was one of her other comments. She asked me one
question. It was: "Really! What does love have to do with the
Well, having survived Hurricane Hermine's attempt to smash the house to
smithereens and blow us into munchkinland, I return with the last part of my
series of reflections on the meaning of Proverbs 4:23 for the classroom.
"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it
Well, after nearly three weeks of spoiling my West Coast grandmunchkins
rotten, I'm back home. From the fresh, cool, tolerable breezes of the San
Francisco area to the still, hot, muggy, buggy, nearly intolerable air of
Valdosta. Fresh breeze and stagnate air are good metaphors for
I told you, didn't I, that this reflection on this passage in Proverbs
for teaching so grabbed me that it became a long inner journey. Like all my
reflections, I lived in it. It was a deliberate vagabonding that was so deep
and extensive that I had to cut it up into a bunch of parts.
To continue.
"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flows the
springs of life"
Viktor Frankl tied hope and meaning together. He said that without
hope there is no meaning and without meaning there is no hope. To that, I
would add faith and
"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flows the
springs of life"
Those words are about what Thomas Merton said: "Everything that is, is
holy." Don't miss that. Accept that. It takes away the impulse to be
judgmental; accept that, and you won't
"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flows the springs of
life."
You know, all my degrees, titles, positions, publications, workshops,
and grants don't approach being all there is of me. They are only a part of my
being. They sure aren't the whole of my wholeness.
So, to continue. To be honest, I've looked at that passage many times.
This past time, however, I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, reflecting on
the meaning it had for my teaching and my life in general. But, that
rumination ran much too long. So, I've cut it into a number of
Sometimes, what I call those "you just don't ask" happenings occur in
rapid fire succession. First, there was a simple June 14th FaceBook message
from a student who was in class over 20 years ago, part of which read, "I'm at
this crossroadsIf you have the time I'd love to chat with
It was toasty yesterday morning: 81 degrees, humidity 64%, heat index
89. And that was at 6:30 am before the sun came up! Stinging salty sweat
flowed over my headband and dipped into my eyes. My vision soon blurred as if
I was looking under water, as I was. Salt stalagmite quickly
Susie and I have gotten the Avalon back from the auto body shop.
Sitting in the driveway cosmetically brand spanking new, it refreshed visions
of that sudden high speed sideswiped hit-and-run, a spinout at 75 mph, and
coming to rest on the highway's shoulder a few feet from the steep
After all these weeks, I still can't get Shawn out of my head? Well,
for one thing, like him, I, too, was once considered a weed, labelled by my
high school teachers as the "graduate most likely not to succeed," persecuted
as a student by many professors in academia and even executed
Still thinking of gardening as an appropriate metaphor for teaching,
especially at this time of the year as I do my Spring fertilizing, pruning,
dividing, planting, and transplanting. Still thinking of Shawn during my
nearly 7 mile power walk a few days ago. That every-other-day walk
I know. I just wrote a Random Thought only two days ago, but in my
defense I'm still thinking of that brief but profound conversation with Shawn's
mother. In the classroom, my unconditional faith, hope, and love was revealed
in how I stood for the likes of the Shawns in the classroom
It was late Monday afternoon, about a week and a half ago. I had
closed the synagogue after sitting around answering phone requests to reserve
tickets to the congregation's upcoming locally heralded annual Kosher corned
beef sandwich sale. The last call of the day sent me into a
My new Ebook is live on Kindle. It's an anthology of selected Random Thoughts
on teaching that I've shared over the past 23 years. I gave it the title of
Faith, Hope, Love: The Spirit of Education. And, I priced it at a modest
$6.99. I hope you'll give it a look.
To whet your appetite, here's
Yeah, I know. I haven't shared a reflection in almost four months. There are
reasons. First, I was concentrating on putting together an Ebook, a tome-like
anthology of selected Random Thoughts that I've decided to title Faith, Hope,
Love: The Spirit of Education. I just finished proofing
It's 4:30 am--I think. I hate this time change. Can't sleep. Still
recovering from blepharoplasty, or eyelid and eyebrow surgery to correct my
continued loss of peripheral vision. Not allowed to do anything. Anything!!
Do you realize what you can do if you'er not allowed to lift
I was reading Daniel Goleman's "A Force For Good" and decided that in
the words of David Brooks, we all should be "personalists." It's best
described as emotional self-regulation. We should scrub daily our hearts and
minds and souls clean with the soap of compassion by practicing, in
So, I'm sitting here, recalling a memory jogged by my chance meeting
with TJ, born of unbelievable serendipity in Boston, to keep my mind off of
achy and stingy staples in my scalp and ghoulish raccoon eyes that are "gifts"
of very recent eye surgery to restore my declining peripheral
Susie and I were in a local restaurant the other evening. We were
sitting there, looking at the menu. A server from another table looked at me
and asked, "You Dr. Schmier?"
"Last time I looked," I answered with an impishly grin.
The server smiled back. "That was
Still thinking of my conversation with Crystal, I thought: What
determines status on our campuses? Degrees? Titles? Scholarly resumes?
Professional renown? Or, is it simply, but profoundly, personal goodness as a
result of personal belief and personal effort.
My
Maybe I should titled this Random Thought, "Take Some M & Ms, IV."
Anyway, no, I'm not dismissing you when I say, "Go take a walk." I was in a
brief discussion on FaceBook, about a Washington State professor who outlaws
the use of "offensive" terms, among which are "male" and
Well, yesterday morning I heard that dreaded three word it again.
This time I heard it on the back three miles of my six mile route. Power
walking at about a 13 1/2 minute mile clip, a jogging VSU footballer came up on
me and in the course of a short panting conversation said it,
Well, it happened last Sunday afternoon. I bumped into a young (at my
age they are all starting to look young) middle aged man at Home Depot, what
Susie calls this DIYer's home away from home, who came up to me, extended his
hand, introduced himself as John (not his real name), and
No walking today for me. I'm in a reflecting and sharing mood because
of what one professor wrote me. I'll just say that I have found that there is
a great concrete value, void of fluff, to meditation and mindfulness for the
classroom. Meditation is about becoming mindful of myself,
All those exercises, and a few more, that I've mentioned in the last
few refections--Teacher's Oath, Just Like Me, My Word of the Day, My
Word For the Day, Raisins, Water Diary, Draw It, One, Three,
Five--why do them? And, what do they have to do teaching? The answer is
simple.
No, I'm not advocating you go off on a chocoholic's wild sugar kick
devouring those delicious little chocolate filled multi-colored candy shells (I
go for the blue ones). Just the opposite. And, no, from personal experience,
I'm not offering any atmospheric or banal musings. Just the
The clock read 4:47 a.m. I leaned over and, in my first act of
gratitude for the day, softly kissed my sleeping angelic Susie on her smooth
cheek. Got out of bed. Dressed in my neon walking outfit as my second act of
gratitude. Brewed a cup of fresh coffee. Looked at the weather.
Well, it happened again. This time, last Saturday, during intermission
of The Little Maid summer stock production at the University. Out of the
blue, in front of Susie, a young lady comes up to me, surprise written on her
face, letting out a Dr. Schmier, introduces herself while
It happened at horse camp last week. I was idly leaning on the white
corral fence watching my three out-of-town grandmunchkins riding. A young lady
came over to me. She introduced himself. Let's call her Rogette. She
extended her hand. With a tear in her eye, she held mine tightly
Went out early on the streets this morning amid Noel Coward's mad dogs
and Englishmen. But, trust me, his noonday sun doesn't hold a candle to South
Georgia's brutally blazing summer morning sun: 82 searing degrees, 84% swampy
humidity. For an hour and a quarter, I fast walked six
So, let's talk some more about faith, hope, and love in the classroom
by reflecting about my recent experience outside the classroom. Susie and I
just returned from two weeks of family care-giving in Boston. As I settled in
my cramped seat on theplane a warm wash came over me. My eyes
You know, sometimes I hate Isaac Newton, or, at least, his devotees who
advocated that everything is a machine and is governed by intelligible,
universal, and immutable laws. I say this because the scholarship of teaching
and learning has turned the classroom in a Newtonian
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Key word is apparently. Somehow I think there's a lot more to this story.
Make it a good day
-Louis-
Louis Schmier
http://www.therandomthoughts.edublogs.org
203 E. Brookwood Pl http://www.therandomthoughts.com
Valdosta, Ga
Wednesday, I heard from Arizona (her real name). She is a former
student from years back who is now a high school teacher. Among the things she
said was, Doc, you've written a lot lately about faith, hope, and love in
the classroom. And, you said you'll write more. Of course,
After I decided to scrap the title of my book of selected Random
Thoughts, A Dictionary of Teaching, for my new title, Faith, Hope, Love, I
read a comment made by Tyrion Lannister of GAME OF THRONES. “Power resides,
he said, where men believe it resides.” Five things occurred over the
With the exception of my eldest grandmunchkin's Bas Mitzvah in
mid-February, I've been feeling off-balance for the last two months. My
brother-in-law, Stan, died immediately after that last Random Thought on
gratitude. He was one of the good guys; as my son, Robby, said, There should
Tomorrow we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King's birthday. Having been in
the civil rights movement, I slowly began to discover that there are always
other ways to experience the world and to act in it, and to refuse to accept
the than the dominant this is the way it is reality. In that
Rant alert!!
I'll be brief. It's the day after the college championship football
game, and I am in a gr mood. I've been gnashing my teeth lately. A
lyric has been swirling in my angry head: Money makes the world go round, the
world go round, the world go round.
I was reading in today's Valdosta newspaper of a presentation made by
the University's President, whom I highly respect, to the local Rotary Club.
Something jumped out at me. According to this article, all he talked about
was the University becoming a center for pure and applied
Lately, in the midst of the season of frantic candle lighting, gift
buying and baking, wrapping, and mailing, I've been pensive. My
brother-in-law, my dearest friend, whom I've known since the days before he met
my sister when we roomed together back in the early sixties at UNC, is in
Annette, you may do the darkness of December a disservice. Consider how more
alert you are, how your senses are turned up, how attuned you are to sound and
touch and danger when it’s late at night and you can’t find the light switch,
and you’re groping your way. I think the paradox is that
I hope you all in the United States had a joyous Thanksgiving with
your families. Susie and I sure did. We had a too brief family reunion as we
traveled to Nashville where my son, Robby, the chef, and his family lives, and
my other son and his family flew in from San Francisco. You
Abundance. I was thinking about abundance what with Thanksgiving being
but a few days away. I was also thinking of the bah, humbug Scrooge-like
impoverishment of that professor's attitude about whom I wrote last Thursday.
I always say that in the classroom, supported by such research
It was a good walk this morning. In the fifth mile of my six mile
roundtrip, I didn't realize what was about to happen. This is what I best
remember.
I was moving along at my usual fast pace, abreast of the Phys Ed
building, when I heard voice shout out behind me, Dr.
Without getting into the out-of-control imbalance and hypocrisy of
college sports, higher education makes its appeal to students in an unbalanced
and distorting way. It advertises itself in economic language, not in social
or cultural or moral language. It sells itself as a producer
Saturday is my 74th birthday. It has become a sober as well as a
celebrating time for me. For the past seven years, before the elated moments
of celebrating with Susie, and the joyous gorging myself on her cheesecake, I
always feel deeply introspective, dive real deep, about my
How does that saying go? In the strangest places at the strangest
times in the strangest manner. Yesterday I had a luncheon coffee clutch with
my friend James Martinez from the College of Education. It was the first time
in over a year that I stepped on campus other than going to a
We aren’t really the very rational, objective creatures so many of us
academics profess to be. You think only subjective emotions lead us astray?
You think we don't have what I'll call cognitive biases? Think again. Those
biases are called labels, stereotypes, generalizations,
Still thinking of Sam, the Reverend Sam. In the course of our
conversation, he said something like, you saw us beyond the label 'student' as
individual human beings This has gotten me thinking over the last few days.
We let so many labels reduce or even block human contact: average,
What is this? Are they standing in line? Well, yesterday morning, I
bumped into another past student, whom I'll call Sam, at the DIY store. When
I told Susie, she giggled, Another experience, huh? She wasn't kidding. Do
you know what Sam and talked about, mostly Sam? Love!
Well, I bumped into another past student in my favorite DIY store. It
seems to be happening every day. Then, again, after having taught at the
University for over 46 years, maybe the entire town had gone through class with
me. Anyway, this past student, whom I'll call James, and I had
Well, I'm still in a introspective mood that I find myself getting into
during the reflective times of Rosh Hashonah and Yom Kippur. In this instance,
a few days ago I was talking with a colleague here at my university who was
lamenting that students are getting in my way of his
Days of Awe, of Fear and Trembling, of the Jewish New Year (Rosh
Hashanah) and Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur), are upon we of the Jewish faith.
As I sat in synagogue Thursday, listening to the supplications of the soulful
prayer, Avenu Malkenu, asking hear our voice. I asked myself,
I think we're skirting the issue? And, it's past Friday!!
Make it a good day
-Louis-
Louis Schmier
http://www.therandomthoughts.edublogs.org
203 E. Brookwood Pl http://www.therandomthoughts.com
Valdosta, Ga 31602
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Mike what about the variable to mini, midi, maxi?
Make it a good day
-Louis-
Louis Schmier
http://www.therandomthoughts.edublogs.org
203 E. Brookwood Pl http://www.therandomthoughts.com
Valdosta, Ga 31602
(C) 229-630-0821
I got a call yesterday morning from an high school teacher who was in
the Holocaust class with me as a student a few years ago. After exchanging
pleasantries, part of our conversation went something like this:
Doc, another reason I'm calling is that I'm in a jam. I was
As part of this discussion I had recently mentioned, I explained to a
bunch of complaining professors that teaching has a gleaming, but masking,
veneer to it. To make something seem simple is very complex; to make teaching
a giving of yourself takes a lot of self-possession; to make
Hot, hot, hot! I went out before the sun came up and it was still 82
degrees with a heat factor of 89! That heat factor was high because it was
also wet, wet, wet! It was so humid I was swimming more than walking my 5 1/2
miles, and I discovered why they call this week Shark Week.
Haven't really been interested in sharing lately. I've had another
thing on my heart and mind. These haven't been the best of times. But, they
sure have been testing times. I've been focused, maybe distracted is a good
word, or concerned is a better word, or maybe consumed is the
I've always found that my experiences are formed by the words and ideas
I attach to them. That is, if I name, or attach the meaning of, fun to my
teaching rather than work, it made all the difference between labor of love
and laboriousness, between happiness and unhappiness, between
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