I remember my first major teaching stint, in a classroom of mature aged students in the early 90s: a group of student teachers who’d chosen a drama elective I called ‘perspectives on movement’. Yes, Po-mo was part of the course. What is the self, a character, when self and character are composites of movements and flows? It was a wildly experimental time: students brought in saxophones, traffic cones, Chinese streamers… and themselves. I felt like a wild pony leading the group. We were all roughly the same age…. . There was ( oh, rare joy!) no disengaged bodies in the room. One of the most startling realisations was when I dutifully compiled my notes on typed pages and presented them as a handout. To a person, the class was bewildered and dismayed. They chorused: ‘Bit this isn’t what we’ve learnt!!’ The trajectory of each persons learning was unique, and couldn’t be summarised.
Falling water forming unique streams..
I feel lucky to have had this experience— the teacher’s learning— so early in my teaching career..
I remember my first major teaching stint, in a classroom of mature aged students in the early 90s: a group of student teachers who’d chosen a drama elective I called ‘perspectives on movement’. Yes, Po-mo was part of the course. What is the self, a character, when self and character are composites of movements and flows? It was a wildly experimental time: students brought in saxophones, traffic cones, Chinese streamers… and themselves. I felt like a wild pony leading the group. We were all roughly the same age…. . There was ( oh, rare joy!) no disengaged bodies in the room. One of the most startling realisations was when I dutifully compiled my notes on typed pages and presented them as a handout. To a person, the class was bewildered and dismayed. They chorused: ‘Bit this isn’t what we’ve learnt!!’ The trajectory of each persons learning was unique, and couldn’t be summarised.
Falling water forming unique streams..
I feel lucky to have had this experience— the teacher’s learning— so early in my teaching career..
Nice Zsuzsi. Falling water forming unique streams. In the flow, connected and nudged in often invisible ways