INCIDENTS IN MY TEACHING CAREER
“The Christmas Islands”
- One of the subjects I loved to teach grade 11’s was Geography 20, because
- it was a mixture of physical and economic Geography. I loved running
- around the world in my mind, from country to country, explaining some of
- the differences and what made the people in different parts of the world
- tick in their own way, and in their own environment.
- I feel that I held the interest of most students in this, because they were
- full of questions. I remember one time a sneaky fellow put a picture from
- the centrefold of Playboy Magazine in the world map, and then deliberately
- asked me where a country was. I remember pulling the map down, seeing
- the picture, rolling up the map again, and casually remarking: “Nice
- landscape!” It completely whacked the boy out of his mind. He said no
- more that day.
- I tell you, you have to be one jump ahead of the students, when you are
- teaching high school, or as the philosopher says: “If it’s too hot in the
- kitchen, get out!” You had better have a sense of humour too!!
- The story I want to relate is one that happened when I was teaching a
- particularly clever Grade 11 class. I had bamboozled most of them by
- having ready answers, and if I didn’t have them at once, I made them up. I
- seldom used the idea, “I will look it up for you.” That didn’t seem to work
- with this group. They wanted to know now, and I recall many teachers
- that fell by the wayside with this class, by just repeating the sentence,
- “I’ll look it up for you!”
- This day, two or three of the boys, and one very smart girl had put their
- heads together, as students usually did, before school started. The girl
- said: “Mr. Laird knows everything about Geography. There has got to be
- something he can be fooled on. I know – let’s make up the name of an
- island that doesn’t really exist – and ask him to show it to us on the map.”
- “Great idea,” said one of the older lads – “We’ve just got to fool him once!!”
- I’ll feel mighty satisfied.
- Well, it was approaching the Yuletide season, and without doing any
- research at all, one of the smarter boys said, “Let’s ask him where the
- Christmas Island is!” “Good idea,” was the reply. The girl was picked at
- once to do the deed, while the others were ready to give me the
- razzberries when I failed in my mission. The group thought of Christmas
- Island because it corresponded to the season at hand. As I said, they
- failed to research their subject.
- Geography 20 came round early that afternoon, and as usual, we began our
- world tour with interesting facts and conclusions about our own country.
- Then came the time of the period when we branched out to learn of other
- countries. The moment was at hand.
- From the back of the room came the voice of the class genius. “Mr. Laird,
- sir, tell us – since the season is close at hand – where is CHRISTMAS
- ISLAND?”
- A long protracted pause. You could hear the actual breathing in the room –
- so still was it. Eager eyes scanned the map of the world, and lips curved
- in subtle smiles as much as to say: “BET YOU CAN’T FIND IT – CAUSE
- THERE IS NO CHRISTMAS ISLAND.”
- I turned slowly to the group of boys and the girl who had asked the
- question. Then deliberately I walked over to the map of the world, and
- pointed deliberately to the area in the eastern part of the Indian Ocean –
- ten degrees South and 125 degrees East. “See for yourself,” I said –
- “CHRISTMAS ISLAND.” I emphasized the word just enough to get it across.
- “Come and look,” I said, “if you don’t believe me.” (I had seen the look of
- disbelief written all over their faces).
- While they sat and deliberated, as to whom to send to the front of the
- room, I gave them a short history lesson. “The Christmas Island,” I said,
- “is only 60 sq. miles. It was discovered by the Dutch, then taken over by
- Great Britain, and finally annexed to Singapore. Economically it has great
- deposits of phosphorous and lime. Any more questions, anybody?”
- Another profound silence while the girl genius made her way to the front
- and confirmed to the others, it was INDEED the CHRISTMAS ISLAND.
- The buzzer went just in time to save their red faces, and they all quickly
- closed their books and left. I turned away and looked out the window to
- hide my inward glee. When I told the principal what had happened in
- Geography Class, and how I had foiled the scam, he shrugged his shoulders,
- looked at me and sighed: “I’ve always found, in my experience, that it
- takes a thief to catch a thief!”
- No-one doubted my word in geography after that incident, and I hope I had
- won the respect of the entire class.
The Christmas Islands
By Washburn Laird
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