A third grade boy with big brown eyes and freckles raised his hand in reflection circle to share an observation from the day's work. We had spent the class moving rocks and clipping back invasive grass. In the process, we uncovered plenty worms; worms half the length of a spaghetti noodle and the circumference of an electric wire flopping around in their always fascinating Exposed Dance.
He said, "I noticed lots of FBI (Fungus, Bacteria, Invertibrates). And I noticed that worms help us dig. I was finding worm tunnels to get my hand in and help get out the rocks."
"What effect do you think worm holes have on the roots of plants?" I asked?
His eye brows shot up and he said, "I know! The roots can use the holes to grow!"
And poof, just like that these brilliant young gardeners put together something I had to study to know. I read that worms help aerate the soil and provide paths for stretching roots in a book somewhere when I was learning about worms so I could teach about them in garden class just seven years ago. And this boy just taught himself, from his own hands in the soil, at nine.
Today was a particularly squirlly day. I learned that if I ever need to get the attention of a 6th grader, I can just do some one arm pull-ups. (We have a bar that frames the edge of our classroom tent; perfect for pull-ups.) I thought one student's eyes were going to pop out of his skull at the sight of a teacher busting out some one arms. I always could count on that student to take a wheelbarrow and trek the 300 yards across campus to our mulch pile by himself or with a friend. Now I know I can.
The class went silent and I didn't have to raise my voice once.
Krista Joan says:
My mission is to teach, train, and testify in resistance to the white supremacy of my ancestors. My personal choices are political, powerful, and practical. Let's trash waste.