Educators should find a pedagogical analogy in Dickens’s
story and the cycle of motivation and frustration it sets off in
us every August as school bells ring, classes commence, and
curriculum is covered. Teachers in all corners of America can
identify with this scenario: sitting through preplanning
sessions at the start of the academic calendar resolved to block
out some free exploratory minutes for students each week only
to forsake their lofty goals before the end of the first marking
period. Administrators, pupils, and especially those
professionals in the trenches are under tremendous pressure to
increase test scores, and with cries for less recess and more
rigor in schools, longer days and years, and greater teacher
accountability, the last thing most parents and politicians
would recommend is giving students an unstructured period
each day with the freedom to learn something of their own
choice (Wolk, 2001). And so it goes. The poor lot of teachers,
mere mortals, swallow their collective pride, yield to the
demands of higher ups, and do what they know is theoretically
wrong. Looking out on a dim horizon, they throw up their
hands in defeat, and shout, “Scrooge, where’s my spiritual
Educators should find a pedagogical analogy in Dickens’s
story and the cycle of motivation and frustration it sets off in
us every August as school bells ring, classes commence, and
curriculum is covered. Teachers in all corners of America can
identify with this scenario: sitting through preplanning
sessions at the start of the academic calendar resolved to block
out some free exploratory minutes for students each week only
to forsake their lofty goals before the end of the first marking
period. Administrators, pupils, and especially those
professionals in the trenches are under tremendous pressure to
increase test scores, and with cries for less recess and more
rigor in schools, longer days and years, and greater teacher
accountability, the last thing most parents and politicians
would recommend is giving students an unstructured period
each day with the freedom to learn something of their own
choice (Wolk, 2001). And so it goes. The poor lot of teachers,
mere mortals, swallow their collective pride, yield to the
demands of higher ups, and do what they know is theoretically
wrong. Looking out on a dim horizon, they throw up their
hands in defeat, and shout, “Scrooge, where’s my spiritual
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