Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The history of cookies, part 2

From Rate Your Students, September 19, 2008.

Where We're Apparently On the Wrong Side of the Whole "Baking Cookies For Students" Thing. And We Hope "Mom" Will Forgive Us, But She's a Nutjob.

Did anyone catch that line that said we liked Bardiac's blog? Seriously, we do. But we've taken a beating already for us questioning the whole cookie thing. Maybe we're not big on cookies. Maybe we think it's a little 5th grade. Maybe - according to one writer - we're just "plain dumb." All of this may be true.

But, we did get a kick out of her recent "For the Win" post that celebrates how well her class did without her when she was an hour late. We thought that was sort of heartening. But of course we didn't mention that, did we. Ah well, let the shit-kicking begin. Luckily, as one writer put it, we don't have any "feelings" anyway, so have it.

  • I know this is a fun place to let loose some, but did you have to make fun of Bardiac? Her class did something great! She felt as if they'd earned a little treat for this, and she shared it with her readers. Can't you see the good in that?

  • Do not mock us for our moments of excitement! Our days are filled with the drivel of lethargy. The slugs are perched in their places, and we throw salt at the room hoping the inevitable biological explosion of goo will produce a comment we can count as a discussion. We are reduced to well choreographed performances instead of the well proven dissemination of information, power points with pictures so they don't get bored. They REMEMBERED for heaven's sake! They DID WHAT THEY WERE TOLD!! It truly IS nothing short of a miracle. Call the Vatican -- we're in awe of this moment. Honestly. Truly. I'm very serious here. I'm nearly in tears at the mere possibility that out there somewhere a group of students are awake. Hell's Bells...I'LL bake the cookies!

  • Take the stick out of your ass. It's nice when our students perform well. I often bring them little treats, candy or gum, or occasionally hot chocolate on a frosty day. They work hard, and I want them to know that I care about them. LONG LIVE BARDIAC. She's my new hero!

  • I would bet you're not liked very much by your students. That's a shame, because the relationship between teacher and student can be so rewarding. If you don't like Bardiac's classroom, you'd really hate mine. My students call me "Mom." Yes, and they always have. We get along and we do great work together. I have the very highest standards, just as if they were my own children, and even though people in my own department jealously make fun of me, my students are behind me and support our shared learning environment. Bardiac should not be made to minimized by your aspersions. She should bake those cookies and maybe a platter of brownies as well if she feels like it. Maybe you like to be an unfeeling information conduit, but many of us TEACH in the classroom, and make lifelong relationships with the most treasured people we'll ever meet - OUR STUDENTS.


  1. The last one makes me want to drink. Though I suppose a lot of things make me want to do that at this point.

    1. I think the last one must have been satirical --"people in my own department jealously make fun of me." No?

      I do love the "throwing salt on slugs" metaphor.

    2. I would get in trouble if I threw salt on a dean.

    3. I'm with Frankie -- I like the throwing salt metaphor, and I really hope the last one is satirical, because otherwise, not only is "Mom" a nutjob, she's probably also a very bad teacher (at least to those students who don't play along with her narcissistic-supply-providing games). Teaching is a complicated and exhausting endeavor, and different teachers derive satisfaction from it in different ways, which is fine. But there do need to be boundaries, and one of those is not expecting students to fill emotional needs -- e.g. those for "lifelong relationships" with "treasured people" -- that really should be taken care of primarily outside the professional arena (of course there may be exceptions, e.g. when a former student eventually becomes a friend, but, as with romantic relationships, "former" and "eventually" are key words here) . "Mom" sounds to me like she regularly crosses a line that shouldn't be crossed, and the vehemence of her outrage only tends to strengthen that conclusion.