The Hidden Curriculum

 

As I spend more and more time talking, playing and watching my kids, I can see that there is no end to learning nor is there an end to the different ways of learning. In the past one year I have noticed how my younger daughter who at present is about 5 years old has been ‘educating’ herself silently.

Here is a recent incident. A couple of months back when virtual classes began, my older daughter was having difficulty in managing her online classes and her ‘me’ time. So, we decided to sit together and work out a routine that would help her manage her day well without compromising her other interests. As we were busy in our conversation my younger daughter was silently playing with her toys in the same room. A couple of days later she came up to me and asked me to help create a routine for her as well. As I sat with her, to my amazement, I found that she already had a fair idea of how to plan her activities through the day! I realised that all that time when we were sitting with her sister, she had been silently assimilating all that we were saying. And by the time she came to me for help she had already worked out her plans for the day.

Another such instance is when I would often find her sitting quietly and colouring in the same room where her sister and grandma were having a playful look at the globe. And then one day I find her looking very intently at the globe. On asking her what was she looking at, she started pointing out all the continents and countries to me. When I asked her how she came to know them she told me she had watched and observed her grandma and sister with the globe and she picked it up from there.

What is education or learning about? To me it is about assimilating information to be used when required. And the process of assimilation may not always be visible and it may not involve a direct verbal communication either, but only silent presence. Take for example in the natural world- animal cubs watch their parents hunt and gather food, storing all that they see and use it when they are old enough and on their own. In the olden days of Guru-Shishya tradition a lot of learning was through silent observation alone.  Many home-schoolers have gatherings where children are silent observers to the sessions. They are learning and assimilating knowledge in a manner which is unlike routine classroom teaching. Children in their everyday life are silently learning from their parents by observing how they communicate and behave with others. Nothing is new about silent learning but we always prefer verbal dialogue or one to one interaction when it comes to education. 

I use this method a lot at home, especially with my younger daughter. She is a silent observant of a lot of conversations between me and my 10-year-old daughter. I let her be present in the room playing, colouring or just pretending to do these! She is silently listening to our conversations on topics such as menstruation, media insensitivity, issues related to body shaming, absurdity of cosmetic and fairness cream ads, cyber-crime and internet safety, safety in public spaces. Though she might not have been directly exposed to these issues yet, they are getting stored in her memory bank, to be thrown up as and when she does come across them soon in the future. It is there in her memory and she will be able to recognize these issues and not be taken by surprise. It is a great way to initiate her into thinking and behaving otherwise from an early age.

Schools too can initiate silent learning. Some progressive schools are doing this. Aurinko Academy in Bangalore, for instance, has a system they call the “Hidden Curriculum”.  Younger kids sit silently and observe classroom activities of older kids. Knowledge assimilation is happening but invisible to our eyes. Recently my daughter shared with me that when her teacher, in her new school, introduced the topic of friction she instantly recollected having heard about friction in one of the hidden curriculum classes she had attended in a lower grade when she was in Aurinko. She was able to understand all about friction partly as a memory already stored in her and partly from what she was learning now. It made her learning process easier.

Another interesting way in which silent learning can happen in schools is having open classrooms. Younger children benefit from this type of learning spaces because they are able to recollect and use the information later on. In Aurinko Academy, for instance, classrooms do not have walls. Children sit with their teachers in groups and learn with their own peers as well as have the opportunity to observe other peer groups.

Some progressive learning schools have a system where children of mixed age groups sit together. Children get to observe and hear more diverse conversations, more diverse views. All this fuels their natural curiosity.

Education and learning to me is all about assimilating knowledge, storing the information like a data bank in our memory and then using it when it is most needed. This assimilation can happen silently and need not always require verbal dialogue. Our higher intelligence knows when and what to use from the vast information that is being assimilated by us. So, let’s give our natural curiosity and our higher intelligence the space to evolve and take us to our highest potential.

                                                                                                                                   

 

Tomato Rice on my plate.

Tomato Rice on my Plate

                             

I have always been a fan of experiential learning. Real learning happens when we experience- see, feel and do. It brings about practical understanding of the subject. But what I find more intriguing about hands on experiential learning is that besides the subject of enquiry there are other learning that also happen which are quite unpredictable! I am saying this from what I experienced when my older daughter was studying in a progressive school in Bangalore (Aurinko Academy) which believes in hands on learning. 

The kids in their 4^th year were taken on a day long farm trip. Now this is not a farm trip where you get to see cows, goats, sheep, ducks roaming around but an agricultural farm. Here they had first-hand experience of farming and agriculture. They learnt about sowing, irrigation and weeding. They got to know how to learn when the soil is ready for sowing, the different ways of watering the farms and the importance of plucking away the weeds from the plants. Of course all this was along with lots of fun like walking barefoot on wet soil, dipping hands in murky waters to pluck out weeds, getting sprayed by a hose pipe while cleaning up, getting a ride on a bullock cart and playing with the farm dogs!                                             

Besides learning about farm activities, the kids also got a taste of how, farming families in rural areas, still use natural, recyclable things in their daily life. The kids collected leaves from the farm, washed them and laid them down to eat their afternoon meal. Freshly plucked tomatoes cooked with rice- tomato rice- was served to the kids with chutney, dal (pulses).Now coming to my point of the unpredictable learning. My daughter came back from the trip and narrated all the things that they did at the farm. But out of all the things she was most excited about was the tomato rice! She was all praise for the fresh tomatoes and the fresh tangy taste of the tomato rice. She even insisted that I make tomato rice at home! Being a Bengali this is not a very common item on our menu. It was a surprise to me because she was never a fan of vegetables, especially tomatoes! But this was an opportunity for me to introduce some veggie into her diet.

And since then, there has been no turning back! We have tomato rice often and I sneak in other finely cut vegetables into it. My daughter loves it and gobbles it up. A tasty nutritious diet being voluntarily eaten by a kid…what else can a parent ask!Now who would have thought that a trip to a farm would have ended with a love for tomato rice! I must add though…every time she has tomato rice she says “but mamma it does not taste like the one I had at the farm with the fresh juicy tomatoes”. Perhaps one day she will her own farm or grow a kitchen garden and prepare a meal of tomato rice that will taste just like the one she had tasted at the farm…who knows?

                                                   

My dear Nephew

When you are around children you will hear the most wonderful, the most witty, the most creative and imaginative, the most humorous, the most gentle, the most weird, the most natural of emotions, feelings, stories and conversations. Their view points always make me smile, laugh, think, contemplate and see the world from a different point of view. Here are two such incidents that not only made me laugh but also reassured me of the inherent intelligence in children.

This is about my 7 year old nephew. When he was 6 his parents were having an argument over whom does my nephew look like. Like typical adult humans we want our offspring to resemble us. Genetically they do but we want the resemblance to be more visually evident and confirmed. Sometimes the resemblance is evident at an early stage and sometimes it is not so much. In my nephew’s case it was not so much. And this was a major topic of argument between his mum and dad. His dad was adamant that his son resembled him while the mum was quite sure that the young boy resembled her. Black and white childhood photos were foraged from old albums, the grandparents were also brought into picture and asked to reaffirm that the little boy resembled their child. Now and then past and present photos of both the generations were laid down side by side to keep a watch out for on any significant resemblance that could be used as solid proof of evidence. This was an ongoing thing in the house. Then one day while the same activity of proving resemblance was going on, the parents decided to ask my nephew as to whom he thought he looked like. My dear nephew, who was sitting on an easy chair and watching TV., looked towards the two eager parents and replied very calmly and confidently “I look like myself.” Period. Parents stumped!

The second incident in my next post...

Toilet!

         

         No, this is not a review of the movie ‘Toilet’! It is not a post about the problems that many people, especially women, who do not have access to closed toilets, face. Having access to closed toilets is definitely a basic condition to living. Living in safety and living in hygienic condition. When we travel by road many of us I am sure have at least once, if not more, come across such a situation where we have found no proper place to relieve our self. Women especially face this problem. These days, however, one does find highway resorts where there are proper toilets. But such was not the case about say 10-15 years back. Imagine, when we get so frustrated and angry for just this one day, what women who have to face this problem day in and day out must be going through! I hope the situation improves and closed toilets become a norm and not remain a topic for movies and documentaries.

            My post is from a slightly different angle, though it too has to do with toilets. Many urbanites today face problems when they may have to use Indian toilets in the absence of western ones. Since most houses come with western toilets, people find it difficult to squat. Our children especially are so used to western style toilets that when they see the Indian type it leaves them bewildered and also in awe of them! When my daughter saw this style for the first time she just couldn’t stop gaping at the open structure and wondering as to how does one relieve oneself in it! She was very hesitant to enter. It took her quite a couple of road trips and public toilets to get the hang of it!

          A few months back she had gone on a school trip to Bal Bhawan in Delhi. When I asked her how was the trip the first thing that she had to tell me was about the toilets there! Here is what she narrated to me. “Mumma, you know what! We all wanted to use the toilet, so our ma’m asked us to stand in a queue and use the toilet one by one. Now there were two toilets Mumma, one Indian style and the other Western. Everyone was crowding in front of the western toilet. There was no queue for the Indian toilet. So I quickly went inside the Indian one and relieved myself. All my other friends had to stand in the cue because many of them did not know how to use the Indian toilet!”

       

       She could not contain her excitement! And I could not but feel extremely amused at her excitement and feeling of achievement. I too felt glad that I had encouraged her on many trips and occasions to try and use the Indian styled toilets because one never knows when you might have to use one, especially while travelling in India.

       While I congratulated her over her achievement and told her that now she was ready for travelling anywhere in India, what struck me about this whole incident was how using an Indian toilet was not much of an issue for us but it was like an adventure and feeling of triumph for my daughter!  And that which was a matter of fact for us and a sense of adventure and triumph for our children still remains to become a reality for many in our country…

Confessions of two women.

A couple of weeks back two women, one a friend and the other an aunt, confessed to me. The friend is a 'working mom' and has a very busy schedule and travels quite often. The aunt is a retired professor.

The friend, me and another friend were at a wedding chatting over dinner and sharing how as mothers of young children we don't get much rest and how much we desire for those few moments of peaceful sleep. Me and the other friend were whining about how we don't get much of a break from household and outdoor chores, or time to relax etc.etc. The friend aka 'working mom' was very sympathetic towards our plight. In return for her sympathy I expressed my concern over how she manages both work and home and saluted her. She said it's tough BUT she made a confession! " You know what Chaitali it is tough but those few hours that I get while travelling are the most relaxing times for me! I get a good nap and feel fresh! Without them it would be tough!"

I must confess I felt very jealous of those few moments of relaxation and pictured her resting on the flight and waking up all refreshed! The friend saw the green glint in my eyes. She came closer to me and whispered mischevously " Don't tell anyone that I said this! Keep my confession anonymous! I want to cherish those few hours!"

Dear friend I have kept you anonymous but I had to share your honest confession.

The second confession came from  my husband's aunt who was visiting us. We were at the dinner table and I had made some baked food items. The aunt and her husband were appreciating my cooking. The aunt then asked me if I  cooked regularly. I said no and that I have a cook for the regular cooking but I do pitch in with the special dishes. At first I thought (like many from my generation do when we feel guilty for not being like our mums who never kept cooks and did their our own cooking) she was about to say (like many from her generation usually say) that she does her own cooking and has not kept a cook even at this age. BUT I was in for a surpirse and another confession!

The aunt said that she too had a cook when she was teaching at the University. However when she and her husband (also a professor) retired she decided to take up the cooking and do away with the cook. Initially it was going good but then gradually she realised that while her husband was relaxing and reading his newspaper over a cup of morning tea, she was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She leaned forward, lowered her voice and confessed that this was not something that she was enjoying. In the same lowered tone she said " I thought to myself...why should I be cooking in the kitchen after my retirement and my husband relaxing after his retirement... especially, when both of us were in the same profession!" She leaned back with a conteneded smile and announced in her usual tone that from that day onwards she re-hired her cook and decided to enjoy her retirement too.

Two women, belonging to two different generation, in two different phases of their lives but both make their confessions on how they have kept their spirits high and RELAXED!

Thank you friend and aunt for your honest confessions!