In one of the classes I’m teaching this semester, I have several students who ask question after question after question. Ordinarily, this is a good thing – teachers thrive off of commitment and engagement with students. That most of these students comprehend the material adds fuel to their questions. They are speaking as if the text is a springboard, and the content of their questions reflects oftentimes their grasp of the concept and movement into analysis. Under other circumstances, this situation would be joyful and exciting, but mostly it feels like the teaching equivalent of the speed bag – and I’m the bag.
Last week some strange behaviors showed themselves during a particularly heated discussion about religious belief. I was barking at my students – nearly arguing with one student in particular – and talking over them. A couple of the students reciprocated, and so it became a mess. Instead of hearing students and their views out, I supplied answers or “solutions” to their comments immediately, because Lord knows I already knew what they were going to say (which, by the way, I didn’t). The image of a boxing match is apt, particularly if you think of novice boxers whose stances are off, their punches wild and their footwork undeveloped and messy.
Oddly enough, I recalled today that the novice boxer problem is one I worked with when I was first studying philosophy. In my Honors Intro to Philosophy class, I made the habit of speaking in class – often over my classmates and/or taking the conversation in a different direction of interest to me. A close friend of mine and classmate said, “Becky, it’s like you don’t even listen to people.” Once, with a high degree of impatience during a senior-level seminar on Phenomenology and Existentialism, I replied to my professor’s question of another student, just so we could move on.
My intro students are genuine novices trying to cope with unfamiliar ideas and concepts, but what’s most troubling is that all of the sudden I’m showing so sloppily in the classroom that I’m bordering on being a bully.
I know exactly why this is happening. The graduate application process, for which I had so much hope, is proving disastrous on all fronts. I’ve had several moments where my weaknesses as a scholar have been exposed, and the constant refrain of “We just had so many qualified applicants …” (while likely true) feels like getting dumped every time it appears. I really thought I had it this time, and so being reminded that my work wasn’t substantial enough or impressive enough is like a punch to the gut every time. I don’t know if it’s emotional immaturity or what, but I can’t help but take it personally.
As a result, I have this unrelenting urge to demonstrate what I know and how sophisticated my knowledge is. I have to prove myself somehow, and the only way that is happening is by being a bully. That’s what happens when one’s insecure, really. We hang on to what we know for dear life and defend it at all costs. And in my case, nine years of discipline and attention to bad habits is undone in a few months.
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