I'm linking up with E, Myself, and I for this week's Midweek Confessions. Here goes . . .
I'm blonde. I'm a woman. This makes me neither stupid, nor a bad driver, nor mathematically inept. Why, then, do we sometimes perpetuate stereotypes about ourselves?
I hate math. Hate it. In fact, I detest it so much that I celebrated like it was my birfday when I realized I had finished my last-ever math class. As a result, I've spent many, many years making disparaging jokes at my own expense. An example: A kid in my study hall last year asked a fairly simple subtraction question. My response? "I don't know; I'm an English teacher." This has always been fun for me-- it unites me with other math-haters. Things like this . . .
I'm blonde. I'm a woman. This makes me neither stupid, nor a bad driver, nor mathematically inept. Why, then, do we sometimes perpetuate stereotypes about ourselves?
I hate math. Hate it. In fact, I detest it so much that I celebrated like it was my birfday when I realized I had finished my last-ever math class. As a result, I've spent many, many years making disparaging jokes at my own expense. An example: A kid in my study hall last year asked a fairly simple subtraction question. My response? "I don't know; I'm an English teacher." This has always been fun for me-- it unites me with other math-haters. Things like this . . .
and this . . .
and this . . .
have always struck me as hilarious. But here's my dirty little secret-- I'm not really bad at math. I really don't like it, I don't see its value beyond the basics, and I am glad to never have to do it again-- but I made good grades in math classes. I understood it fairly easily. So why do I do that? Why pretend to lack intelligence?
This latest revelation comes from an essay my Advanced English 9 students just read, called "Math and After Math," and written by Lensey Namioka. In it, the a young girl's classmates view her as strange and different because she is a girl who's good at math. After we read, I had my kids do a class fishbowl discussion about stereotypes. I asked how many of my (honor student) girls had ever pretended to not "get" something so that they'd feel less different. Almost all of them raised their hands. Wow. I was shocked . . . until I realized that I, too, was guilty of faking it. Even though my self-deprecation is a joke to me, what kind of example am I setting for the young ladies in my classroom?
I've become more conscious lately of what I say, especially in the presence of my kids. It's scary to think about the influence I might have on kids I spend so much time with-- and I am promising myself that I'll do a better job of representing myself from here on out.
We are all guilty of saying things we regret to our students-- please share your stories, so I don't feel so terrible!
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