Same Old De-feat
Today, after two days stuck on my couch with my daughter’s stomach flu from last week, I returned to the classroom. My energies are still at half-mast, but how many days of a summer class can you really miss when you’re the instructor? Le sigh. I returned just in time to take up the gender chapter. It remains one of my favorites despite having never (that I remember) walked out of the classroom feeling like I did a satisfying job with it. I debriefed with my cubemate about it after the class. I appreciate him as a sounding board: What went wrong? What did you talk about? How did they respond? What was it about X that made you think/feel Y? It’s like instructional therapy.
I explained that I had covered all of the usual suspects for the gender section, focusing on gender roles and stereotypes, edging toward structural sexism (e.g. the gender wage gap), and that I could feel the room tightening up when I briefly broached same-sex marriage, attitudes toward women as homemakers/men as achievers, and the fact that the values we tend to endorse culturally are more strongly identifiable with masculinity than femininity.
I’m not sure about the constructive value of this, but continuing with the instructional therapy motif where it would fly, my reflections on the class are perhaps best encapsulated in a top 4 list <I tried for 5, but today I’m feeling the weight of 4>.
Classroom Grievances, unranked:
1. There are <10 minutes left in the class period. Noting this, a precocious student returns his/her notebook and various materials to backpack commencing domino effect whereby the rest of the students follow suit and collectively disengage from discussion and learning.









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