One of my
favorite classroom management strategies is called “Love and Logic.” Essentially, you give students choices rather
than forcing them to do something.
Here are some potential Love and Logic phrases that might come out of my
mouth on a typical school day:
“Well, you can either work on this
assignment now, or you can work on it during our class party this afternoon.”
“That’s a bummer
that you chose to do that.”
“How are we going to make a better choice next time?”
“I understand
that you are feeling frustrated, but do you think that attitude is helping you
right now?”
“I am sad you’re
making that choice.”
“I’m not the one
keeping you in from recess today, it is your own choices that keep you in.”
“I will give you
30 more seconds to be upset, and then you can either get back to working, or we
can talk about this with your parents.”
You get the
point, right? As a teacher, I like
to give my students choices. I
want them to “own” their own choices and actions. I have found this method has so many benefits: it does not
make the student feel inferior, it gives students the power to make their own
choices, it helps students learn to live with the consequences of their
actions, and it keeps me from being the “bad guy.”
It seems like
God likes using Love and Logic too.
(Which makes sense, seeing as he is the greatest teacher ever.) God likes to leave things open ended
for me; sometimes people call it “free will.” I like to call it “Jill-freaks-out-because-God-won’t-tell-her-exactly-what-to-do.” Anyone who has lived with me is
probably well aware that I am indecisive.
I hate making choices because I hate that I don’t know the outcome. It’s come to the point where I can only
buy one kind of cereal at a time or else I will spend a good 5 or more minutes
trying to figure out which one to have for breakfast… and that is time I do not have to waste in the
mornings.
I’m heading into
a time of my life that involves a lot of decision-making. I’m graduating from college. I have to decide what I actually want
to do with my life. Sure, I want
to be a teacher, but where? Should
I settle for being a substitute or should I keep searching for a full-time
position? Should I stay here in
Oregon, or should I go home to Washington? Do I do the “unthinkable” and move back in with Mom and
Dad? Do I take time off to
travel? Do I go on a mission
trip? Do I find an apartment for
myself or do I try to cut the bills by living with friends?
I DON’T
KNOW! I don’t want to make any
more decisions.
I’m sure God
looks down and smiles at my while I struggle through the painful process of
decision-making in a very similar way that I watch my own students contemplate the
benefits of doing their math work “now or later.” For the moment, it seems as if my sweet students hate me
because I have suddenly made them accountable for their own actions: they
choose and they deal with what comes from that choice.
I wouldn’t say
that I “hate” God for making me choose.
In fact, it is a blessing that he gives me the choice. I can choose anything and God will go
with me. There is not one choice I
could make that God would throw in the towel and say “forget it, she chose the
wrong path.” If I have a student
who chooses to goof off during math time and therefore “chooses” to stay in at
recess, I stay with them. I forgo
lunch in the staff room to spend my lunch in the class, prodding them through
their fraction worksheet.
And so it is
with God. If I choose it, He will
(metaphorically) stay in at recess with me. So what’s really to worry about? The best I can do is follow what I know is “right,” learn
from the mistakes that I have made, and trust that God will go with me.
