Dan Meyer

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I'm Dan and this is my blog. I'm a former high school math teacher and current head of teaching at Desmos. He / him. More here.

Guest Blogger: Shark Bait

[This week’s guest blogger is Dan Meyer, a 21-yo student teacher from Sacramento who doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up.]

I forgot my lunch on the first day of school. My first act as a high school teacher โ€“ just take the stupid lunch sack (which I prepared the night before) out of the fridge and put it into the Eddie Bauer messenger bag (which I bought the day before) โ€“ and I blew it. This is a great sign. Confidence surges through my body, threatens to consume me.

I tried to navigate my way to Florin through Sacramento’s highway system, which by design is unnavigable by any being less capable than the Space Shuttle Columbia, and got lost only once.

I pulled into a lot marked “Faculty” and I looked around nervously for the angry parking guard until I remembered, holy crap, I’m faculty!

I’m not faculty.

It’s only a matter of time before I’m found out. The athletic director said “You look young,” within twenty seconds of meeting me, and it felt less like an observation than an interrogation. But I’m not worried about the teachers; it’s the kids that’ll be smelling blood in the water. They’ll see my scuffed shoes, wrinkled pants, and pre-freaking-pubescent face and they’ll see chum. Right now, I’m bloody fish chunks in a cast-iron bucket. On Monday, I’ll be bloody fish chunks bobbing up and down in the great blue beyond.

I arrived at the front office and met people (hi, hi, hi). The principal tried to recruit me for the basketball team and I politely, but firmly, declined.

I was led by a math teacher to the math faculty meeting where I met more people (hi, hello, pleasure). I met my long-term and short-term master teachers, [names redacted -ed]. One, an algebra teacher, was told that I was a new father; the other, a pre-calc teacher, was told that I was a woman. Both, ostensibly, got their information from the same person. Communication between Davis and Florin could be flatteringly described as “shabby.”

Later, suckers!

I’m leaving you people, leaving the continental U.S. for eight days, and leaving my laptop behind. What happens next is weird for me, but for the first time in this blog’s loooong history (happy first birthday, little dude) I’m giving the house keys and alarm code to a guest blogger.

I’ve known this guy for a while and he’s just begun student teaching. He’s outspoken, irascible, passionate (though rarely in the direction I’d choose), and, on occasion, a world-class d-bag getting high off his own product. In other words, he oughtta fit the program I’m running here like a glove.

He starts tomorrow. Depending on how this guest blogging thing works out, we’ll either try it again sometime or never ever speak of it again.

When I talk, you listen.

That was the opener. A member of our faculty began an address to the freshman class with that line the other day. A few kids held out and s/he said it again.

“When I talk, you listen.”

I imagine a lot of folks โ€“ especially those who promote the equivalence of teacher and learner, who promote a perfectly democratic discourse โ€“ will chafe at the authoritarianism of it all. Others โ€“ Andrew Keen disciples mostly โ€“ won’t mind.

Personally, I was unoffended. I don’t have much interest in a classroom (or society) where every voice carries equal weight, where experience and education merit no preference. That goes double in a gymnasium full of freshmen.

But I become particular and somewhat critical in the moments immediately after you’ve exploited your authority. In the five seconds after you’ve caught the attention of every freshman at your school (like the Labrador finally catching the car) you either lose it or keep it.

You lose it by leading with filler, by continuing, “Your teachers have talked a few things over in our meetings, which we have every month, and we’ve decided that certain issues face our campus, some which are more pressing than others, etc., etc.”

And they’re gone. Just gone.

If you want to keep their attention, to earn it, you let that silence sit for what screenwriters call a “beat,” essentially the length of one thought, and then you say, “Look, we need you in class, on time. You may not like this but here’s how we’re going to fix the tardy situation around here.”

One is filler. The other is content.

One is signal. The other is noise.

One abuses the strange power dynamic between teachers and students. The other respects it.

Practically Speaking:

  • Cut the first chapter of your book.
  • Lose the first paragraph of your essay.
  • Don’t introduce yourself at your conference presentation.
  • Open with a question or at least a big statement.
  • Don’t follow a joke with leaden, nervous laughter.

Personally Speaking:

In my classroom, if we’re in a work session and I need to talk to the class, to steer ’em somewhere new, I head to one corner of the whiteboard, my only serious place in the classroom, and say, “I need you back here in 5 … in 4 … in 3 …If kids are still talking after the countdown, I don’t give ’em any dirty looks or anything, I just write their names down and keep ’em after class for a minute.,” and whenever they quiet down I pause for only that beat and I immediately โ€“ no filler โ€“ offer them something meaty, succinct, and worth their while.

“If you fell out of an airplane, how long would it take you to hit ground?”

“How fast does Archie, the world’s fastest snail, travel in miles per hour?”

“Are you more likely to roll three sixes with three rolls or flip six heads in a row?”

How I Earn Their Attention from Dan Meyer on Vimeo.

You can throw your back out, as I did for two yearsSneaking suspicion: the seed of all lousy classroom management is fear., imposing comprehensive rules and escalating consequences all to keep your students’ attention or you can just give them something worth listening to.

Information Design: Where To Start

Cosine asked:

… although I like computers and pick up fast, I have little to no information design experience. In other words, I am your dream: a tabula rasa. Where do I begin?

A response via e-mail to another reader asking, essentially, the same question:

Frankly, if it were me, I’d start out with pen & paper. Probably graph paper. Even with my atrocious penmanship and drawing skills, I’d just start representing information in stacks. eg. if I spent twice as much time reading books as watching t.v., I’d make sure the one stack was twice as tall as the other, a design feat made easy with graphing paper.

Not long after that I’d start looking for ways to make my graphs consistent โ€“ same stack width, same block letterhead heading each graph, same colors โ€“ slowly building my way from a merely functional design to an attractive, useful one.

Then I’d scan the paper in or take a picture of it.

No sense in fettering imagination with technology. Just stick with what feels comfortable until the uncomfortable starts to look interesting.

Until I’m able to put some introductory level stuff up here, you’ve got Arthus, blogging away at his technique in a multi-part series.