The notion of multiple intelligence and its implication in education is best explained by above video called "Animal School". Please watch the video and read the poem given below. Reflect on your own practices as teacher and past experiences as learner. Ask yourself are you an offender or a victim or both?
POEM
One Little Boy
Once a little boy went to school.
He was quite a little boy.
And it was quite a big school.
But when the little boy
Found that he could go to his room
By walking right in from the door outside
He was happy.
And the school did not seem quite so big
Any more.
One morning
When the little boy had been in school a while
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make pictures.
He could make all kinds: Lions and tigers,
Chicken and cows,
Trains and boats
And he took out his box of crayons
And began to draw.
But the teacher said: “Wait”
"It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready:
“Now," said the teacher.
“We are going to make flowers.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make flowers.
And he began to make beautiful ones
With his pink and orange and blue crayons.
But the teacher said, “Wait!
And I will show you how.”
And it was red, with a green stem,
“There," said the teacher,
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s flower,
Then he looked at his own flower.
He liked his flower better than the teacher’s.
But he did not say this.
He just turned his paper over,
And made a flower like the teacher’s.
It was red, with a green stem.
On another day
When the little boy had opened
The door from the outside all by himself,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make something with clay.”
“Good!” thought the little boy
He liked clay.
He could make all kinds of things with clay:
Snakes and snowmen,
Elephants and mice,
Cars and trucks.
And he began to pull and pinch
His ball of clay.
But the teacher said:
“Wait! It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready,
“Now,” said the teacher,
“We are going to make a dish.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make dishes.
And he began to make some
That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”
And I will show you how.”
And she showed everyone how to make
One deep dish.
“There,” said the teacher
“Now you may begin”.
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish,
Then he looked at his own
He likes his dishes better that the teacher’s.
But he did not say this.
He just rolled his clay into a big ball again.
And made a dish like the teacher’s.
It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon
The little boy learned to wait
And to watch.
And to make things just like the teacher.
And pretty soon he didn’t make things
Of his own anymore.
Then it happened
That the little boy and his family
Moved to another house
In another city.
And the little boy
Had to go to another school.
The school was even bigger
Than the other one
And there was no door from the outside
Into his room
He had to go up some big steps
And walk down a long hall
To get to his room
And the very first day
He was there,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good,” thought the little boy,
and waited for the teacher
to tell him what to do.
But the teacher didn’t say anything
She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy,
She said, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”
“Yes,” said the little boy,
“What are we going to make?”
“I don’t know until you make it” the teacher said.
“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.
“Why, any way you like,” said the teacher.
“And any colour?”
“Any colour,” said the teacher,
“If everyone made the same picture,
and used the same colours,
how would I know who made what,
and which was which?”
“I don’t know,” said the little boy.
And he began to make a red flower,
With a green stem.
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