I listened to a radio discussion
today about the high drop-out rate of kids in high
school. Some of the kids complained they were bored,
and the panel chattered with great concern about these
darlings who are being let down by school and society.
The poor dears are unchallenged. I flashed back to a
long train journey I once took with my four year old.
After many hours on the train, she looked at me and
said “Mommy, I’m
bored”.
Smart people don’t
get bored.
That is what I told her.
A little heavy handed to lay on a young, imaginative
child – but I believed it. This was a girl
who could amuse herself for an hour with a few
toothpicks. And I was determined to pass this lesson on
to her because I believed it: you are responsible for
engaging yourself in this wondrous world.
Fact is, unmotivated kids have come
to realize that if they lack drive – are
afraid to try, to engage, to succeed, or to fail
– if they shun effort – they can
say they are bored and parents and teachers assume they
have a brilliant and unchallenged mind on their hands.
They fret. What do we do to up the challenge for this
sparkling soul who is being short-changed by a failing
school system?
What a load of cow
dung!
I’ve heard this
myself from students and I have them figured out. There
is plenty enough stimuli in this world to keep one
engaged, and even more so in classrooms, filled with
books, magazines, computers – with new
information and projects and socialization happening at
any given moment. The problem with these students is
not that they are burdened with intelligence, but
overflowing with attitude. The world owes them. The
world owes them a steady flow of mindless
entertainment. The world owes them a job when they show
up with a festering circle of steel through their
eyebrow and lip. The world owes them understanding when
they commit crimes. They should be given everything
without effort. Someone should notice their glum
countenance and dirty hair and purchase their art.
People should appreciate them just the way they are
– regardless of the fact that they
don’t participate in anything worthwhile and
look down on peers who do.
Oh
– it’s a shame, for sure. But these
attitudes have been a long time in the making. When
there was no bedtime. When there were no family meals.
No family games. No family conversation. No family. And
now we think they are bored for lack of challenge?
These kids don’t know what
challenge is. Everyone receives a trophy; everyone wins
first place; there is no longer a Most Valuable Player.
They are not motivated by challenge or competition for
they don’t know what is! They have learned
that competition isn’t about doing ones best
but about be given first place with no effort.
Self-esteem isn’t about earning accolades or
feeling an integral part of a unit but about being
dressed nice and coddled. The kids – the
bored ones – are empty wells that can never
be filled, sucking the world dry unappreciatively.
And teachers go home feeling drained
and worried, seeking new ways to get little Miss Ho-hum
engaged in the class activities that seem sufficiently
engaging to everyone else. Yes—little Johnny
is bored. Little Susie is unmotivated. They must be
brilliant!
Because the educational
system has been perplexed as to how to deal with these
budding geniuses, new philosophies have emerged and
taken hold. These are the
“child-centered” initiatives.
Educational standards have fallen far and fast, with
its twisted and miserable understanding and execution
of child-centered education. We need to bring back
standards that acknowledge competition and rewards, not
just self-regard, which is often confused with
self-esteem. Which comes first -— a job well
done? Or the boost in self-esteem that comes from it.
These kids, who received everything except discipline,
are already child-centered enough. And we see the
result. We see it in test scores, in juvenile crime, in
tragedies like Columbine, and the lesser tragedy of
boredom.
I suffer from such ennui
some days; I long to sleep just to escape. I could
write, read, clean, paint, organize, research, sew,
exercise, play piano, sing, walk, talk – but
nothing interests me. I have those days. Perhaps smart
people do get bored. But they don’t stay that
way! It is not a constant state of mind. And I
certainly don’t confuse it with brilliance!
My four year old, bored on a train
trip, was not demonstrating her deep intellect but a
desire to get up and walk around. A desire for more!
More experience. Not less. Our intelligence is
demonstrated in what we do – and the fact
that we do it. Not by what we avoid! Now excuse me
while I go find some toothpicks to play with.