- Every place frequented by children in Singapore has a huge bottle of hand sanitizer by the door. They also screen the temperature of every adult, child, and baby before entry, and inspect the hands for traces of HFM. This is a practice that doesn’t hold up under scrutiny. Infectious diseases are transmittable before any of these telltale signs. Blue House refuses to greet kids this way, citing both the faulty science behind the routine and that they do not want the first experience of the children each day to be something so clinical and dehumanizing. They go on to add that they respect that parents will know if their child is out of sorts and make the right decision about whether or not to send them to school.
- Uniforms. Sigh. Every school I’ve taught at has had them and I understand that they are intended to alleviate the pressure for kids to be trendy or feel shame for what they may not be able to afford. That said, uniforms are often expensive. And they always mask individual expression. I often think students feel the need to differentiate themselves in more outlandish ways when you take away their right to self expression through clothing and accessories. Yet, they are ubiquitous here, and I feared they were unavoidable until I noticed that the pictures at Blue House depicted kids dressed as…kids. Yes, this means sometimes Superman comes to school every day for a week straight, but is there really harm in that? Penny has taken such pride in picking out her own clothing for the day from an early age. I had zero interest in taking that age appropriate autonomy away.
The truth about our policies in education is that they are a coin, and on the flip side, they communicate our beliefs – about kids, their potential, their families. When we take a child’s temperature upon arrival, we are telling them that our acceptance is conditional and we are telling families that we don’t trust them to know their child and/or to consider the other children in shared care. When we mandate a uniform, we are telling children that they are interchangeable, a collective more than an individual. We are saying that we aren’t interested in giving them choices and honoring personal preferences if those things make our lives more chaotic. And we are creating situations that inevitably become power struggles as children develop and start to feel rankled themselves by policies that are at their core disrespectful of their individuality and autonomy.
When my own children were abstract, a lot of this was harder for me to clarify. I never wanted to take recess time away from a kid struggling to behave, but I didn’t really understand why. Now, I know firsthand that play is important work, and it’s the very place where kids build their capacity to self regulate. Yet, schools withhold recess from the children who are struggling most to regulate themselves in the classroom on a daily basis. I wouldn’t want my child to get this kind of reactionary, illogical treatment and I will no longer be a part of meting it out to other children.
I used to spend days in the summer beautifying a classroom, only to have daily conflicts with kids who didn’t care for it like it was a sacred space. Sure, most kids recognized the love that went into the work and did their part to keep things neat, but I now see that those who left trash behind were probably communicating that this space felt more mine than theirs, and that perhaps me leaving them out of its creation was a part of the reason why.
I hope and expect to return to the classroom and so I’m eager to use this time to do the kind of critical reflection that is so hard to fit in each day when there are thirty plus living, breathing, feeling people expecting you to lead and love and keep promises to them. I’m paying close attention to precisely what it is at Blue House that made me say “THIS! I WANT THIS FOR PENNY!” so that I can seek to replicate it for all the kids I hope to teach.
Blue House has an art-based atelier that students can elect to spend time at during the school day. During orientation, Penny found her way there and created a string of beads on her own volition and the teacher promised it would be hanging from a branch outside her classroom for the first day.
Currently, Penny is enrolled from 9-12 most days with 9-3 occasionally. We’ve already talked about how doing this for term one will let her give us feedback on what she prefers. She came with us on all school visits, and while she was enchanted by every nice playground, it was only when leaving Blue House that she asked “Mommy, when can we come back here?” She woke up Saturday after our Friday orientation and spend the morning asking me why it wasn’t Monday yet.
I feel so lucky to let her voice and her needs have a seat at the table because for a long time they really didn’t. It lets me feel that we are together, with her teachers and classmates, on this journey as equals, as individuals collectively striving for a common goal: that she learns to lean into her natural curiosity, to trust her capacity to learn on her own terms and define those terms for herself – for the work of education isn’t memorizing theorems or dates, it’s learning how you learn so you can continue to immerse yourself in anything that interests you, beginning with the passions of childhood and extending beyond your retirement.
The teachers I respect most are quick to point out how much they learn from their students. The parents I look up to always help me see that when I’m feeling challenged by my children it can be traced back to a lesson I’ve yet to wholly master. Age simply means we’ve had more at-bats, but life is infinitely complex and nuanced and if we’re honest with ourselves we are all always learning alongside one another.
I’m confident that I’ve found the optimal place for Penny’s formal pre-K education to commence and even though I’m actually not in the classroom in any capacity myself, I’m still excited for all I’ll learn this school year too – about education, about my children, about the world, and about myself.