Road trip home from the airport last night… drove past this place of business and actually had to turn around at the next light to go back to get the photo…
They have to know, right??? I mean, come on…
Road trip home from the airport last night… drove past this place of business and actually had to turn around at the next light to go back to get the photo…
They have to know, right??? I mean, come on…
The only way to truly write the 1980s… diet Dr Pepper (the only soda I’ve enjoyed since 1986) while listening to a playlist and editing #HumanTouch.#AmWriting #AmEditing … Yep, we’re going to try and get this one out there again. Especially since I have 5 of the nine total books associated with this series in first draft form… The only thing I can say about this round of reading is that it feels like this is right…that the newest incarnation might be the one…that there are no more changes possible… FINAL DRAFT! https://ift.tt/2uxXOG1
Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.
This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.
I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.
After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.”
If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity.
I remember reading somewhere once “we should be speaking of equity instead of equality” and that is a principle that applies here me thinks
Similar discussion I used with my younger students years ago when i was an elementary teacher. We had a poster on the wall: FAIR is not the SAME. We talked about eating pizza. Imagine if Mom served everyone the same amount and expected us to eat every last bite? Is it FAIR to ask the little seven year old to eat the SAME amount as his 16 year old brother who’s captain of the football team- 6 big pieces? Is it FAIR if the older brother only gets 2 pieces because the little brother eats less and Mom wants them to eat the SAME?
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