Moosey Goes to Farm School

This post first appeared on the Touchstone Community School website on June 30, 2011.

Every year, one or two classes of Touchstone students visit the Farm School in Athol, Massachusetts: 

• to help build fences, transplant seedling lettuce, train calves; 
• to eat the freshest food we’ve had in months; 
• to observe and absorb everything a rural hilltop has to teach us. 

Susan Doty heard about the Farm School almost twenty years ago, and said, “That’s Touchstone-style learning; let’s go.” She meant: hands-on, rooted in values, full of opportunities for every student to learn and grow and shine–and that’s what we’ve always found there.

For four years now, I’ve been joining the Farm School trip with my class of eleven and twelve year old students. The first year I fell in love. The second year I brought my classroom’s video camera. We were all hugely pleased with the Farm School video we made, but for various reasons we decided against putting it online.

A new video: preparations, and work at the Farm School

This past year, my fourth, we took both the video camera and our pal Moosey, a medium-sized woolly stuffed moose who boasts an illustrious past: he ran for president, and won; he made a feature appearance in a video about fraction operations called Variations on Llamas and Bales of Hay. The class chose Moosey to be the star of a new Farm School video.

We had made only indirect preparations: no script-writing, but several weeks of projects involved with soils, plants, and animals. (These were focused particularly on the ways farmers modify the life cycles of plants and animals, to produce food or fiber or lumber.)

While we were at the Farm School, I wandered around with the video camera and tripod. In little moments borrowed from their work, but mostly in free time, students took turns setting up shots, running the camera, helping Moosey feed the chickens or spray a table with vinegar solution or play basketball. 

Eventually, everyone got into the act: visiting staff, resident staff, kids from Maple Dene (the school in Pepperell that has often shared our Farm School time slot.) Susan Doty herself set up one of my favorite shots, showing Moosey with a Farm School dog.

Back at Touchstone

Full of stories and enthusiasm, we watched the video shots we’d captured. In a class discussion, we identified what was most worthwhile, for us, about time spent at the Farm School. Gradually, we began to imagine a voice-over narration that would be in Moosey’s “voice,” as channeled by all the students’ voices.

Five small groups wrote scripts for five sections: about the accommodations and routines; about the Farm School staff; about soils and compost and plants; about animals and their care; and about working and playing. On a warm day, with all the windows and doors shut and the fans turned off, we recorded the voice-over audio.

Then, working in our small groups, we matched up the video shots with the audio. Second by second we cut and fit. Building a video can feel a lot like building a shed, piece by piece, but it takes longer. 

When we needed a few extra shots to be taken at Touchstone, a small group set up scenes and shot them completely on their own. 

For Farm School shots we needed but didn’t have, we were able to borrow some from the project two years ago. 

When we needed just a little music for the beginning, Kate Keller helped kids invent and record percussion. 

Problems and solutions found each other.

What we got from making a video 

In their time at the Farm School, students had watched the staff making decision after decision: 

• where to locate pens that define grazing areas; 
• whether it was time to transplant the Swiss chard; 
• how to create a path from one garden to another. 

Making their video, the students themselves made hundreds, maybe thousands of decisions: 

• which five seconds to use from a forty second shot, to give the clearest sense of the staff’s kindness to the animals; 
• what to put first and second and third and nineteenth; 
• how to communicate as clearly as possible, in this medium that is so much a part of their lives.

The resulting video, Moosey Goes to Farm School, overflows with our understanding of the Farm School’s ideals, and Touchstone’s ideals, and the overlap. It’s also funny. When I showed the finished video to my husband, he laughed and laughed. “But wait!” I said, “if it’s so funny, you might miss the point of how much we learn there.” 

But no–it seems that people watching the video can get it all. The students’ faces don’t show, but in their earnest young voices, in the words they wrote, in the shots they created, we feel the burbling-over joy of their stepping up: to be themselves, working hard, making choices; to celebrate and support things they believe in. 

Like laughter, that, too, can be contagious. Hooray!

Writing independent reports inspired by The Voyage of the Mimi

Some of the stages of the Mimi report process are invisible to parents, and some are invisible to me.

I get to watch students dive into the Skimathon. They take quick looks at many of the books I’ve collected for that year’s set of topics, either animal behavior, for The Voyage of the Mimi, or archaeology and technology, for The Second Voyage of the Mimi. The Skimathon process helps students make newer and wider topic choices than they would otherwise have made. I get to watch them decide that they’re fascinated by giant stick insects, or by the ancient Inca girl found frozen at the top of a Peruvian mountain, or by the earliest history of musical instruments.

Parents get glimpses of this process as books are carried home to be skimmed or quickly read at home. Especially interested parents have sometimes read every one of the books that came home! Still, I’m the one watching books fly in and out of the box, watching little fads for particular books spread through the class, watching the collective horizon widen.

On the other hand, once each student finds out which of her four or five choices will be her topic, it’s parents who get to visit the Aquarium or Roger Williams Zoo (or other places where kids can observe animals first hand), to be research assistants. Parents help count how many times each sea turtle breathes in an hour, or keep track of how the elephants use the space of their enclosure. Parents get to help interview the man at the rehab hospital who’s learning to use a prosthetic leg; parents help explore the Roman artifacts at the Worcester Art Museum. All these direct experiences depend on parents, and give families a chance to share some learning. I’m always hugely grateful for reports about what that’s been like.

Students this age are proud to produce a long and complicated written report without depending on their parents–but they still need lots of support. I’m so glad to be the one who sits with students, again and again through the report process, watching so many good things blooming:

• their non-fiction reading and note-taking skills;
• their writing and keyboarding skills;
• their self-confidence approaching completely new ideas and experiences;
• their ability to fold together what they’re learned from reading and what they’ve learned from more direct experience, into an overall understanding of their topics;
• their sense of the particular flavors of their understanding as gifts they can give, to each other, to the readers they will have among the assembled parents and grandparents and friends at Mimi Night, and to the readers the second copies of their reports will have in classes to come.

Sitting with kids one-on-one, I feel so lucky to watch them stretch: stretch to sense the difference between a concept and a detail, stretch to hold large new meanings, stretch to hand those back to the communities around them.

The day after Mimi Night, we share the projects with the other classes, in something called the Mimi Museum. Each student is one of just a few tour guides for a particular visiting class, and, as such, is responsible for sharing not just his own report and 3D object and poster, but also those of his partners or small group.

This is an amazing thing to watch. Building on all our conversation, and their readings of each other’s reports as they came off the binding machine, kids take ownership of each other’s topics. Students who are shy, who are nervous about speaking to groups, nevertheless step forward: point out the way the sandal was braided, or the animal slinking back from a fire at the mouth of a cave in the diorama, or the ways a snake can move itself through its landscape.

Every year, I try to make sure that a few volunteer parents have a chance to see this stage. Don Grace, observing, has said that this seems to him to be one of the most impressive things about the report process at Touchstone. I’m aware of some crucial ingredients: the time we give to what we do, for one thing, but also our refusal to use graded assessments.

In conversations with teachers at other schools, I am repeatedly made aware of the way graded assessments throw students back into their own individual achievements. With lots of feedback and guidance, but no graded assessment, it’s more possible for students to stretch into those impressive individual accomplishments, and then keep on stretching, into this remarkable collective achievement: a comprehensive sense of some view of the world. We’ve all woven that together, by paying attention both to the content and to each other.

There it is, in some way: the Touchstone magic: paying attention to both the content, the wonder of the world, and to each other. In portfolio conferences, when a student and her parents and I are all looking at work together, students often hold up their Mimi reports. Their parents have seen the reports already, of course; kids know that. Still they want to focus our attention on that work again. I’m always delighted as kids point to things they’ve gotten help with from others: “Emily helped me make the drum again a different way,” or “When we made the timeline with Kate, I realized how long ago this was,” or “Joe (a partner) helped me figure out a way to draw a harbor seal.” The physical copy of the report has become, itself, an artifact: a vessel that holds the memory of shared meanings. No teacher could ask for more.

First posted on the Touchstone School website on May 16T, 2011