My elementary art student: Think of the best “valley girl”-accented voice saying, “Why do art teachers need a conference time anyway?”
I’m thinking, “You seriously did not just say that to me, right?” I smiled. Actually I think I bared my teeth and took a deep breath.
Me: (think Julia Sugarbaker accent). My answer:
“Ok, We’ll just examine that question, my friend.
Let’s just talk about materials and tools for a sec, ok?
It may have escaped your notice that on days like today when we paint, when you arrive for your thirty- minute art class (that is really just twenty-five minutes because we have no passing period) that these things are already ready for you on your table:
- twenty-four large manila backer papers
- a paper towel
- a mixing plate
- and a paint plate with red, yellow, blue, and white paint on it
- the paint rack where you store your paintings is empty and ready for you with a clothespin on the front with your class number on the side you are supposed to use
- twelve water cups are filled and ready for you to share with your partner
- the paint brushes you used yesterday are clean and ready to pass out
- soapy water is in a tub for your used brushes
Now, about those pesky ideas and goals for my lesson. (I did smile again, really.)
The painting formulas for mixing secondary colors and tints are already on the in-focus screen for you to refer to and your goal for the day is posted on the white board. Ah, vocabulary; like tint, primary, secondary, foreground, middle ground, background, and landscape. Did you think the Keebler Elves handed those to me on a notecard just before class or that I planned what I wanted you to learn?
How about when I carefully taught you procedures for taking out and putting up your artwork and materials by colored table or chair number, did you think that just happened spontaneously through a light sprinkling of fairy dust? No planning involved at all? And that I do all this for six classes a day?
Does that give you a hint of why I might need a planning period?”
The room had become eerily quiet. They were all looking at me like I had grown another head.
Student: “May I have some more yellow paint?”
Note to self: Switch to decaf tomorrow morning.