Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Making Friction Move



Sometimes you get a chance to move at school. I remember counting minutes until recess when we could finally use our pent up energy to whack big dodge balls at each other in overly competitive games of four square. The kids at Under Mountain Elementary School in Sheffield, MA and New Marlborough Elementary School in New Marlborough, MA didn't have to wait until recess on the sunny April, May, and June days I visited their school. Instead we started moving during math and science classes, exploring fractions, number sentences, friction, simple machines, animal movement, telling time, number recognition, 2- and 3-D shapes, area, perimeter, and skip counting all while dancing.
I've traveled to the Berkshires to teach for a few years now, working with teachers and students on how our bodies and how dancing as an art form can help better inform our learning and comprehension of math and science at the elementary school level. This year, Aurora and her grandmother joined me for the early drives south on I-91 through recovery-funded construction to spend long, dance-filled days in a variety of pre-K through 4th grade classrooms.

These pictures are from Jennifer DeAngelo's 2nd grade classroom at Under Mountain. The students were studying friction and together we tried sliding and rolling across bumpy and smooth surfaces in attempt to better understand where we feel more or less friction. We created a human wheel to feel how the wheel takes more of the work when rolling across a surface, while the object being wheeled around can relax some. There were raised hands, excited questions and answers, and moments of genius where an idea clicked.. "I feel myself sticking to the bumpy surface," said one kid. Another shared, "It's easy to roll because the part of my body connected to the floor keeps changing."
The kids pushed, pulled, and rolled each other, thinking about forces and gravity and how this would affect our next lesson on simple machines. I found myself more curious about what the big deal with friction is than I can ever remember, grateful that these active, engaged kids were asking me to step up and keep on learning as well.

It is a gift to have teachers who are willing to risk the insanity of students dancing to funky music in their classrooms in order to access information in different ways. Perhaps a few more of adults need more time to just move during the day as well? I remember tapping my foot wildly at my desk in graduate school, grateful for my one class that allowed me to stand and walk around the room when offering my two cents to the conversation. I hand over the dry erase marker to kids during these classes, giving them a chance to write the words or numbers on the board that we are attempting to make sense of with out bodies and I find myself shivering with excitement because it means something. We are making something come to life by moving it, writing it, speaking it, and sharing it. This is multiple intelligences in action. This is different perspectives coming head to head.

Let's commit ourselves to making sure our kids have multiple ways of learning and sharing what they know. Let's commit ourselves to not resting easy in our own learning experiences and being open to empathetic responses to our kids. But let's also share what we know and encourage kids to develop their own ability to empathize. Let's model kindness, engagement, and curiosity by seeing the limitlessness of what there is to experience and learn. Sometimes we'll get stuck -the human wheel won't be able to get started and our moving object slides off before it has a chance to make it across the floor - but we can try again and again and again. And hopefully, it will feel worth it.

Many, many thanks to Jane Burke at Flying Cloud Institute for making this work possible year after year and to sweet, wonderful Jennifer DeAngelo to being the best cheerleader and picture-taker a 2nd grade classroom can have.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Images: spring dancing...




The kiddos wait and wait for their big weekend of stage-time bliss where they get to run around under the bright lights shouting with their limbs bits of who they are and it feels to be them. It is my last moment to show them my thanks... gratitude I feel deep down in the innermost part of myself... filled with love because some lovely folks chose to stick it out with me all school year and dance.


Moms and dads, grandparents and close friends, even some community members with no little ones (or big ones) dancing come to see dance. Hip hoppers in neon shoelaces, barefooted modernistas, teenage tappers, and pointe-clad ballerinas put it out there and let the audience decide what to do with it.


I watch between quick costume changes as my students step up and meet themselves in that place where they can rock out and be proud. And I hold my breath until they find stillness and I can rush to them with waterfalls of enthusiasm.


I love that these moments are fleeting. I love that we work so hard, play so good, fill up a year with moving and only at the end of that year do we step on stage and shake our sweet, sweaty bodies in the presence of others. I tell the kiddos, "You've gotta love them work." Do I feel lucky... I love the work.



Thank you Amy Anderson and Anna Jonynas for your steal-worthy images.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Chester Vermont Flash Mob



Halloween in Chester includes a costume parade from the elementary school, a trunk-or-treat candy-fest at one of the town's soccer fields, and last year, a small-town flash mob with members ranging in age from almost 3 months to grandmas (Aurora, my wee one, is strapped to her father's chest). I spent a few mornings with this likely bunch dancing around to the Black Eyed Peas for the fun of it, but also as a way to advocate for our little town. The video is included on a website promoting the town - Chester United. I felt that making this dance with this motley crew was partly an invitation to me as well, to settle and make moving roots in this funky, spirited place where the groovers will surprise and delight you with their enthusiasm.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Upside down and kicking...


I can blame my long absence from the blog on the addition of a baby to the family or my desire to play in the garden during my downtime rather than sit in front of the computer, but Aurora is napping and it's been raining for weeks... and my desire to believe in and feel the power of dance around here in this little corner of the woods is powerful and pulling me off center in a crazy excited kind of way.

We've been moving nonstop here in small town Vermont. The kid climbs on my back as we dance in schools, asking kids to let go, even for a moment, of all the stuff they carry with them and to instead move. Last week we were at Floodbrook School in Londonderry, VT working with every student in the public K-8 school on improvising and choreographing (as well as listening and sharing and trying to be kind). Music teacher Mike and PE teacher Mark made the residency possible and helped create a positive space for exploring dance.

The littles sculpted each other into imaginary still creatures, granting each other permission to come alive and move like wild creatures of the day. Those a little older explored opposition, creating duets, trios, and quartets full of tension and release. The fifth and sixth graders told narratives in stillness and movement, using only three words to convey their stories through text and movement. The middle schoolers created phrases and manipulated them by playing with elements of time, shape, space and effort. Included below is a clip from some seventh grade boys. Oh, how I'd like to share more, but it's hard to get permission to share the faces of some kids via the internet, and it's okay with me to protect their souls some from too much overexposure.

I find myself asking big questions after working with these kiddos for the week. How do we create environments where kids feel safe to share? Where sharing their work is the celebration? How do we create environments where editing and revision is as exciting as dancing on the stage? Where we crave feedback and time to digest each other's responses?

I pushed the kids to critique, asking them to describe what they wanted to see more of, what didn't work for them, what excited them, and what they noticed. This can be scary stuff in the presence of folks you don't necessarily want to bare your soul to and for... It is work. Let us ask kids to see the fun in the work, to see the work in the fun.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

Building Community - Park Street Style

I've been blessed to dance and play with the young folks and their teachers at Park Street School in Springfield, VT this past week and will continue moving with them through this week. Jan Rounds, the school's best-ever guidance counselor who has a massage chair in her office, helped to bring me in the dance with all the students while exploring the this month's theme: RESPECT. I go from kindergarten to 5th grade making sculptures, leading through space with different body parts, and calming our bodies down with deep breaths.

The kids are awake and ready to rock when I come into class, often surprising me with their willingness to take risks. Enthusiastic responses make me want to hunker down and stay with these groups the whole year, exploring what we could do if we had the opportunity to dance every week, but I hold these precious weeks close to me heart, breathing in life at this sweet school.

The Rutland Herald featured the residency on this Saturday's front page. Check it out here.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

And because inspiration comes in many forms...

Keeping Things Whole

by Mark Strand

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Year 2: Life without internet...

Mmm... How sweet it is to settle in at the public library for a few minutes and update a sorry little blog that barely reflects just how much dancing is happening in southern Vermont. My home in Springfield is occupied by a great family that includes a young dancer at the Dance Factory and I have made my way over to Chester - ten minutes from the still up-and-coming metropolis that is Springfield - to live on a town farm with sheep, pigs, chickens, a turkey, Tasha the cat, and Sean the tall teacher farmer man. Although we have a slew of animals that this little vegetarian gets a kick out of, we are without internet, and I miss the opportunity to write regularly. I do relish the limited access to my overwhelming e-mail inbox.

But fall brings back paper-writing for the kids and I find myself craving written reflection of all the movement that is carrying me through my days, months, and apparently years in this country home of mine.

So far... fall has been full of yoga dance with Ms. Rebecca. We danced in Cavendish and are about to start a new session in Chester. The Dance Factory welcomes middle school modern and cradles me practically every day with teaching, taking class, and Nutcracker rehearsals. Family Dance continues regularly and the libraries are dancing as well. School residencies are up and running, including working with Springfield High School's Performance class on a site-specific dance in the lobby of the school and folk dancing with Russian and German classes. And... gulp... dance team? Who knew varsity coaching would be in my future... More soon, hopefully with pictures and video too.