The Spirit
of Ma’at Vol 2, No 10
A Sudbury Staff Member's Eloquent Paen
to Freedom
by Martha Hurwitz
At 7:48
each weekday morning, I hear First Bell. I'm usually sipping my coffee. Early
in the school year, when the days are warm and my kitchen door is open, I can
listen to the low monotone of the female voice pushing through the P.A. system.
Soon after, another bell sounds (it's certainly not a ''ring''), and I imagine
roomfuls of like-sized and uniformed students moving through corridors like
cars through a busy intersection. By this time, I'm making the final
preparations for my commute to Sudbury Valley. Although the school with bells
is only a stone's throw away from my back steps, I'd much rather commute 45
minutes twice a day to have the freedom that is the keystone of Sudbury Valley.
Freedom
seems impossible at this school next door. The bells themselves betray the lack
of freedom inside the school. They demand: Are you where you should be now? Are
you doing what you're supposed to be doing? Have you done what's expected of
you?
Especially
coming out of summer vacation, I imagine that those students, moving to the
insistent sound of the bells, must be suffering a great transition, from the
relative freedom of their summers to the virtual loss of self during the school
year.
Of
course, there aren't bells at Sudbury Valley; the questions they pose would be
entirely inappropriate. However, at the beginning of each year, or the beginning
of any student's experience at the school, Sudbury Valley students also go
through a transition. Typically, however, returning students, new students,
parents, and even staff, in getting used to the school year at Sudbury Valley,
experience the opposite of what happens elsewhere.
Here,
the difficulty is in getting used to freedom - not in relinquishing it. As
welcome as the possibility of freedom may be, it is not always easy to achieve.
Rather, it is a formidable challenge. School members are effected on many
levels. As individuals, each with a unique sense of self. As members of the
Sudbury Valley community. And as responsible citizens in the wider society.
For new
students, the transition into the Sudbury Valley school year must be particularly
profound. Not only do they move out of summer and into school, but they must
change their very understanding of what school is. For some, SVS may seem like
a continuation of the summer, or as if they'd dropped out of school in order to
do something frivolous, or even illegitimate.
Younger
new enrollees tend to adapt without a second thought; they haven't yet become
burdened with expectations.
Older
new students may sputter and stall like a car that needs warming up. For years,
they've been urged or forced to replace natural inclinations with the shoulds
and supposed tos of a life structured by bells. Many are former ''good''
students who did everything they were told, and did it well - yet felt school
as an intense dissociation with their lives. Others were the ''bad'' ones,
those who wouldn't bow to the structures and directions imposed on them.
For
all, summers were perhaps their only chance to exercise personal choices about
what they wanted to do.
In a
way, our new students are similar to the slaves just after emancipation. For
generations, the slaves barely had names with which to establish their sense of
personal identity. Choosing a name after emancipation was both powerful and
symbolic. It meant a former slave was now a person with a sense of self.
Many
new SVS students describe their previous school experience as if they had been
imprisoned. Their liberties were impaired - not rendered obsolete, as with the
slaves, but lacking the time and respect that are essential in allowing us to
find out who we honestly want to be.
Sudbury
Valley deliberately gives room for this. To many outsiders, the students'
experience of self-exploration looks suspiciously like doing nothing. To new
students, this introductory experience feels challenging - often confusing -
but certainly not as though they're doing nothing.
Returning
students start the new school year by reacquainting themselves with what it is
that they want. This is relatively easy for the lucky few whose summer
experiences are as much their own creation as are their days at SVS. The
transition is more pronounced for those whose time and choices have been
circumscribed during the summer; they have to relearn how to find and honor
their wants. They must experience the traumas and rewards of undetermined time,
adapting to the norms of the people and the structure within the SVS community.
Often,
they feel that what they want doesn't amount to much, especially not in the
discriminating eyes of parents, relatives, friends from other schools, or our
culture in general. Indeed, they must learn about what the idea of ''amounting
to much'' actually means in their lives.
For
parents, the transition into Sudbury Valley entails giving way, although for
them it may be less of an annual event than it is for the students. This means
embracing and allowing, believing and trusting. Not trusting the school and its
staff so much as the students themselves, in all their interests, lack of
interests, indecisiveness, or singleness of purpose.
Parents
may never know how their children spent their time at SVS, but they will know
if their children were happy, energetic, thoughtful, and engaged. Parents may
ask ''What did you do today?,'' but the student's answer will invariably be
incomplete: ''doing'' at SVS can mean anything from eating lunch with some
friends, to curling up on a pillow in the sun in the conservatory, to sitting
on the playroom porch watching a game of hopscotch or four-square. Even doing
nothing is considered ''doing.''
''What
did you learn today?'' is a potentially more dangerous question. Too often, the
questioner is looking for evidence. This question can sound like those school
bells: ''Are you doing what you're supposed to?''
Even
some of the staff experience a transition in returning to SVS for a new year.
For those of us who work elsewhere for all or part of the summer, being at SVS
is something of a relief. In many other institutions, the role of the educator
is as a masked performer who participates in limited and predetermined
relationships with his/her charges. At SVS, the staff are individuals who
relate honestly and directly with the students. There is no ''teacher
mystique.'' Even though I tend to work for what are considered ''progressive''
educational organizations during my own summers, I end up having to reconcile
many conflicting assumptions: that my students need to be supervised at all
moments, that they won't choose the right things if given choices, or that
being honest with the group may undermine the authority I am supposed to
maintain.
As with
any other Sudbury Valley member, I am often challenged by others to articulate
my position, and this can sometimes be rewarding. I'm sure others from SVS also
know the thrill of having a particularly SVS-like position acknowledged or
adopted once it is explained.
Although
public perception might suggest otherwise, freedom is not easy. Often, people
assume that a school with so much freedom would support chaos, invite atrophy,
or generally be a free-for-all for the privileged few participants. But
although freedom, by definition, is freeing, it isn't ''free.'' It takes a lot
of work.
There
are many things we're taught as members of our society, and being free is not
necessarily one of them. Being free takes courage, tenacity, and commitment.
A few
blocks away from my house, in the opposite direction of the school with bells,
is a church with a carillon tower. Every fifteen minutes the bells ring out.
The sound bounces off the school behind my house, making a quick echo:
Bong-ong. Bong-ong
I find
the sound of these bells soothing. They seem to pose those questions we at
Sudbury Valley enjoy being asked: Where are you at this moment? What are you
thinking right now? What has your day been full of up to this point? What are
you choosing to do at this moment of your life?