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What We're Reading
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Tracy
Kidder,
Among Schoolchildren
Reviewed by
Dr. James Hunt, Provost and Dean of the Faculty
and Professor of Education
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As
a college student
in the early 70s, I had a strong desire to do something
that would “make a difference in the world.” (It is
my experience that this continues to be a primary desire for many
college students.) As I started to explore majors that might lead
to an opportunity to “make a difference,” I began to
think seriously about teaching—in particular, teaching at
the elementary school level. I’m not sure why I was drawn
to it. Both my parents were college professors, so teaching was
a tradition in our family. I had three younger brothers with whom
I dealt on a daily basis, so maybe I thought I would be “good
with kids.” At
that time, there were few males teaching at the elementary level
(this is still true today), so maybe I thought I might be able to
contribute to the lives of children in some special way—as
a role model for students who may need it. Certainly, I had experienced
great teachers in my own career as a student, so maybe I wanted
to emulate them (of course, I had experienced some not-so-great
teachers and they, too, served as a bit of an inspiration!!) Whatever
the influences, about half-way through my sophomore year, I decided
to take the plunge and declare a major in elementary education.
From that point forward, I was immersed in methodology courses—how
to teach reading, how to teach mathematics, how to teach science,
how to teach whatever—I was doing it all, except working with
real live students—this did not occur until the last eight
weeks of my senior year , when I did my student teaching. (Thankfully,
this is no longer the case—most teacher education programs
provide comprehensive field experiences before student teaching.)
As I approached student teaching, I was terrified. What if this
was not the career for me? What if I didn’t like it? What
if the students didn’t like me? How would I justify all the
work I had put into my preparation? As I stepped into the classroom
for the first time, my apprehension began to fade away—and,
I knew this was the place for me—at least for now—and
what would turn out to be my twelve-year career as an elementary
school teacher was on its way.

It was not until the summer of 1995, eight years after I taught
my last elementary school class, that I encountered a book that
captured all the apprehension and joy, elation and sadness, exhaustion
and exhilaration, and resentment and gratification that I experienced
as an elementary school teacher. In the intervening eight years,
I had moved into a career as a college professor, teaching people
how to be teachers and, while I was in and out of classrooms with
my student teachers, I think I had forgotten the sights and sounds
and smells and textures that came with being in the classroom day
after day, week after week. That is, until I read Among
Schoolchildren by Tracy
Kidder.
As an author, Tracy Kidder employs an approach to writing that is
best described as literary journalism or “creative nonfiction.”
He is capable of taking the routines of every day life and presenting
them as compelling dramas that allow the reader to fully “locate”
themselves within the time, place, and events he is describing.
He won the Pulitzer Prize for
The Soul of a New Machine, a book that follows a team of
computer engineers as they diligently work to build a revolutionary
mini-computer, and won wide acclaim for
House,
a book that chronicles the construction of a private home. Next
in line was Among Schoolchildren, a vivid description of
one year in the life of a Holyoke, Massachusetts fifth-grade class
and their teacher, Mrs. Zajac.
As with his other works, Kidder approached the writing of Among
Schoolchildren by immersing himself in his subject. He sat
in Mrs. Zajac’s classroom every day for the entire school
year, taking thousands of pages of notes and crafting a story that
is, in my opinion, truly remarkable. The book spans the entire school
year and places the reader in the midst of a classroom that is filled
to the brim with emotion, learning, and growth.
In the opening section, entitled “September,” Kidder
introduces us to the cast of characters: Chris Zajac, the 34-year-old
teacher, full of energy and enthusiasm, strolling confidently about
the classroom, discussing the rules of the class and establishing
herself as “Mrs. Zajac;” Miss Hunt, the eager and frightened
student teacher, smiling timidly at the children from her table
at the back of the room; and the students, twenty in all, including
Clarence, with his on-going disciplinary problems; the “academically
quick” Judith and Alice; Claude, the student who is so eager
to please; and Courtney, small and doll-like, and easily distracted.
But, it is not the characters themselves that make this book so
compelling. More so, it is the way in which Kidder seems to capture
every emotion of the classroom—vividly displaying the fragility
of both teacher and students as they engage in the risks of learning
and growing together.
From “September,” Kidder takes
us through the year –through “Awakenings,” “Homework,”
“Discipline,” “Sent Away,” “Recovery,”
“Isla del Encanto,” “The Science Fair” and,
finally, to “June” when the school year comes to its
inevitable end.
Throughout the year, Kidder allows the reader
to see and feel the interactions between teacher and students—the
on-going conflicts between Chris and Clarence, the anticipation
and excitement that precedes school holidays, the emptiness teachers
and children feel when a classmate moves away, and the ways in which
a teacher never can leave the worries about children “at school,”
just to mention a few.
In the closing paragraph of Among Schoolchildren, Kidder
sums up the year from Mrs. Zajac’s vantage point—a view
I shared for twelve years:
| Even the most troubled children had
attractive qualities for Chris. Even the most toughened, she
always felt, wanted to please her and wanted her to like them,
no matter how perversely they expressed it. She belonged among
schoolchildren. They made her confront sorrow and injustice.
They made her feel useful. Again, this year, some had needed
more help than she could provide. There were many problems she
hadn’t solved. But it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
She hadn’t given up. She had run out of time. |
For me, Among Schoolchildren captures
and displays for all to see the essence of the dedicated teacher.
Always trying her hardest, knowing she is doing her best, yet never
sure if it is good enough—never really seeing all the fruits
of her labor—but, trusting that at some point, much of what
she has planted will come to fruition. If you’re looking for
summer reading that takes you into the heart and soul of a teacher
and her classroom, Among Schoolchildren will get you there.
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