Men of History
Ms Bingham had a reputation for being fun but also firm. The two main ingredients in her classroom philosophy were love and a well-constructed system of rules. That’s how to create the ideal learning environment. You had to take control, but lovingly. Not like her own 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Bardsky. No. There was an example of a women who was all firmness and zero fun.
On Ms Bingham’s desk was a new piece of curriculum, one that she’d helped design as part of her graduate thesis. The piece of curriculum was wrapped in shiny black plastic wrap. She opened the packet. Inside there were no papers or directions or outlines but a tightly folded inflatable doll which began to auto-inflate—a life-size replica of Adolf Hitler.
Carefully Ms. Bingham placed the doll on her desk so that it would be one of the first things the students saw when they came into the classroom. She was nervous about the potential effectiveness of the curriculum, probably it was going a little overboard, but, on the other hand, is there really such a thing as too much of a good thing? This was a fun opportunity! No boring lectures for her students! She was going to be a part of something new and exciting.
Her heart began to flutter as her first students walked in. Finally she was a real teacher. Innocently they eyed the doll standing on the desk with some trepidation. She smiled and greeted each one.
“My name is Ms Bingham. What’s yours, sweetie?”
“I love your dress.”
“What’s that on your desk?”
“We’re going to learn about World War II today.”
The rest of the class came in and sat down. The bell rang and the principal’s voice came on the intercom, instructing the school to stand for the pledge of allegiance. The students stood and Ms. Bingham tried to model what an impassioned pledge looked like: straight posture, hand over heart, and an extra enunciated voice emphasizing the right beats. But most of the students in the class couldn’t concentrate on the flag or Ms. Bingham because there was an inflatable Hitler standing on their teacher’s desk.
“Okay, class. My name is Ms Bingham, your teacher for the 4th grade. I’m very excited to have you all in class. We’re going to take attendance but first many of you may be wondering what’s on my desk. I’m very excited to annouce that we are a part of a very special group. Central Public has been selected to try a new way of learning. Does anybody know who this man is?” Ms Bingham said.
“Hitler,” one boy in the back row said.
“Rule number one in my class: we raise our hands to be called on. What’s your name?” Ms Bingham said.
“Chuck,” the boy said.
“I don’t see any Chuck on my attendance sheet,” Ms Bingham said. “Would you be Charles Ackerman?”
“Yes,” Chuck said.
“Then let’s try again. Please raise your hand for me to call on you,” Ms Bingham said. Chuck rolled his eyes. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” Chuck said.
“Then raise your hand.”
Chuck raised his hand.
“Yes, Charles,” Ms Bingham said. “Do you know who this man is?”
“Adolf Hitler,” Chuck said.
“Very good,” Ms. Bingham said. “Today we’re going to be learning about World War II, but first please make a single file line in front of my desk.” Ms Bingham placed the inflatable Hitler on the ground, and the students made a line in front of it.“Now I will call on each of you one at a time and I want you to come up towards the front of the room and name something that makes you angry. It could be anything. Has a friend ever been mean to you? That’s something you could name. Or have you ever been in trouble for something you didn’t do? That’s another good example.”
The kids looked at each other in disbelief.
“Jenny Aarons,” Ms Bingham said. Jenny walked up front. “Tell us something that makes you mad.”
Jenny stood for a moment and thought. “My dog has bad breath,” she said and the class laughed.
“Ha, ha, that’s a cute one! Go ahead and give Hitler a whack,” Ms. Bingham said. “And think about how nasty your dog’s breath is while you do it.”
Jenny closed her eyes and punched inflatable Hitler. It bounced all the way to the ground and then back up.
“Can I do it again?” Jenny said.
“Everyone gets a turn, dear,” Ms Bingham said.
The students punched Hitler while calling out what made them mad. Down the alphabet the popular themes that began to emerge were: bullies, parents, spelling tests, the war in Afghanistan, and drinking orange juice right after brushing your teeth.
Then it was Ms Bingham’s turn. She punched Hitler and called out, “Mrs Bardsky!”
The kids clapped.
When she was finished Ms Bingham smoothed out the front of her blouse and skirt with her hands, letting out a sigh.
“Now who’s ready to learn about the Vietnam War?” Ms Bingham said.
“Oh—me, me!” The students all raised their hands at the same time.
Ms Bingham took out another package wrapped in black plastic, and, once opened, it also began to auto-inflate. The figure was an old pudgy man in a suit with a long pointed nose.
“Does anyone know who this is?” Ms Bingham said.
“Lyndon Baines Johnson,” Chuck said without raising his hand.
Ms Bingham stopped. The class was silent.
“No,” Ms Bingham said. “This is little boys,” and on the note boys Ms Bingham wailed inflatable LBJ in the face, “who do not raise their hands to be called on!” Ms Bingham said.
LBJ smacked the ground and shot back up again.
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s Lyndon Baines Johnson,” Chuck said.
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