Never Ask A Kid A Question . . .
Once a month I come in and teach a little
art appreciation class to my daughters’ classes. The whole
thing is already put together for me, and I just have to show up
and interact with the kids. Being somewhat (ahem) comfortable on
the stage, I enjoy these opportunities to engage with the children.
Usually.
Yesterday I taught a class on Pop Art, and threw out several questions, as is my wont. After two years of teaching this course, you’d think I’d have learned – don’t ask them a question that might have more than one answer.
Here’s a sample. Enjoy.
Usually.
Yesterday I taught a class on Pop Art, and threw out several questions, as is my wont. After two years of teaching this course, you’d think I’d have learned – don’t ask them a question that might have more than one answer.
Here’s a sample. Enjoy.
Me: “What’s something you
should never do in a museum?”
Kid: “Roller skate or ice skate!”
Me: “When you look at a painting, what does it make you do?”
Kid: “Yawn!” (I was going for ‘think’ or ‘dream’ or ‘feel something’, but at least he was honest)
And my favorite:
Me: “Does everyone know who Michael Jackson was?” (All heads nod yes – and remember I’m teaching on POP art!)
Me: “So what was Michael Jackson’s nickname?”
Kid: “Mike!”
He was very proud of himself for that one.
This was third grade – heaven help me on Thursday when it’s first grade.
Kid: “Roller skate or ice skate!”
Me: “When you look at a painting, what does it make you do?”
Kid: “Yawn!” (I was going for ‘think’ or ‘dream’ or ‘feel something’, but at least he was honest)
And my favorite:
Me: “Does everyone know who Michael Jackson was?” (All heads nod yes – and remember I’m teaching on POP art!)
Me: “So what was Michael Jackson’s nickname?”
Kid: “Mike!”
He was very proud of himself for that one.
This was third grade – heaven help me on Thursday when it’s first grade.
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