teaching anything through inquiry
Something that jolts me out of the discomforts and monotony of flying is welcome to me these days; an extra bag of peanuts, an empty row, a surprise upgrade to first class (never happens). But nothing could have prepared me for this recent experience.
Are we all seeing the same thing?
The room was packed. Twenty-five ninth graders and their teacher, a three-person camera crew, fifteen parents of incoming eighth graders and the principal stood flat-back against three of the four walls.
inquiry for grown-ups
Name tags, small talk, Chardonnay. The rituals of a VIP reception were in place last night, save one major item: the ritual program. Instead of a polite speech followed by cagey answers to leading questions, I witnessed a live inquiry lesson unfold.