Friday, December 28, 2018

Costco, New Years, and Being White

Years ago, I was introduced to the yumminess of Taiwanese pineapple cakes:


My mother-in-law brought this very brand back from Taiwan just before Isabelle was born (but after we had settled on a name - see the branding above (even the French spelling we chose!))

Eventually, Costco began to carry this exact brand seasonally, so we always buy a box. It's been a family tradition to have these around the Chinese New Year ever since.

All this is back-story for the following funny exchange at Costco when I recently bought a box while shopping solo (usually Costco is a family outing):

Chinese cashier: "You tried these before?"
Me: "Yep"
Cashier: "Hmm... usually Chinese people buy these to celebrate Chinese New Year."
(I start to realize I've been racially profiled:  Why is this white guy buying pineapple cakes?)
Me: (defensively) "Yes - my wife is Chinese and the brand is the same name as my daughter: Isabelle!"
Cashier looks at the box and frowns, not seeing "Isabelle".
I point it out and realized she probably had never read the English brand name!
She smiles, visibly relieved that there is a rational explanation for this white dude buying Isabelle branded Taiwanese pineapple cakes.
We made some small talk which oddly wound up with her asking me what my son's name.  She seemed oddly satisfied that his name is Sebastien.  (I remember the old lady down the street from us in Burlington once told me they were "fancy" names.)

I left the store thinking on how when I get racially profiled I get to not feel like a victim at all, but rather my white privilege makes it a funny novelty that I even get to feel a little smug about afterwards.


Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Xmas at the Rideouts

The kids needs to split a communal gift of jelly beans.
At first they start to count it out, then Sebastien says "Let's use the mass gram weighy thing!"
Isabelle: "You mean the SCALE?"

Here they are carefully weighing out one jelly bean:


After divvying up the candy, Isabelle says the count does not look equal but Sebastien says "We did it by weight, but the individual beans might not be the same so it's okay if the count is not the same."

Next year, I expect them to mass 10 random beans and take the median value for their calculations...

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Tears, Empathy, and Fatherhood

It's a rocky road for a narcissist to get some empathy.  Remember I'm the guy who tells all his students at some point, "I know you are all just holographic projections of my subconscious but I'll pretend to care anyway."

It all started with becoming a Dad.  I started noticing things like getting uncomfortable watching or seeing kids get hurt in movies or on tv.  Then I started actually being moved when asked to consider what being a Dad means to me (I remember a teacher workshop about identity when we were asked to put four important pieces of our own identity in the corners of a piece of paper and then tear one off at random and to consider what it would feel like to suppress that part of you for a day.  I had to leave the room to 'get a drink of water' when mine came back missing "Dad").

Image result for it's a wonderful life george angryThis weekend, we watched "It's a Wonderful Life" for the first time as a family. ("Let's get it over with" was Sebastien's comment when we asked if we should watch it now or later in the holidays).   I was just blithely being bemused by my enjoyment of such an unoriginal activity on our part, when George Bailey came home and started lashing out at his own family.  Warm streaks were running down my face and Isabelle had to pat me on the back in confused sympathy as I wondered what kind of monster-with-feelings I've become.

The Dalai Lama really is onto something: Compassion is something you can learn and get better at!

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

The Journey Not the Destination

I was giving a class the old "Enjoy where you are at right now, because the future ends the same way for us all" speech when I came across this photo from our recent trip to Paris (Irene snapped this of me while I was listening to the audioguide deep in the Catacombs beneath the city):



How cool that I am wearing my Voyager T-Shirt!
The ultimate journey-without-destination mission!

Why so difficult (part two)

Why haven't we cracked the code of what makes for a great classroom for learning?

The fads come and go, but the real formula for success seems to be partly magic.  Recently I've been thinking a lot about the idea of holding two ideas simultaneously.  As in the idea of a great artistic accomplishment - it's appealing at some simple level but it is also speaking to you profoundly at a metaphorical level at the same time (you may not even be aware of other level of appeal; it just feels moving or profound).

So, I'm thinking about education and thinking about this duality of great art and it occurs to me that two of my favorite ideas about education are needed at the same time:

(1) Learning happens inside the learner's head - no where else.
(2) Learning is primarily a social event.

Somehow the classroom must feel like a noteworthy social event while simultaneously encouraging the individual to construct their own schemas.  Engagement, modeling, communication, and individualized construction must all be happening.

The test of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. F. Scott Fitzgerald

The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. Niels Bohr


Thoughts on Tests

Recently submitted to WSPN:
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What happened when I stopped returning tests
-Ken Rideout
Years ago, I used to cobble tests together anew each year.  I had some question banks provided by various companies to draw from.  I wrote some from scratch. I “borrowed” some from other physics teachers.  It was fine. Kids learned physics; the tests sorted them into A’s, B’s, and C’s.
These tests, however, were never satisfying to me.  Sometimes I would miscalculate the time it would take the students to complete it, or I would underestimate the subtle difficulties of a new problem I had just written.  As a result, it was not unusual for me to have to scale a test by as much as 20%. Other times, I realized too late that the test was heavily geared towards certain topics in the unit and didn’t reflect other topics that we had spent an entire day or two on simply because certain types of questions are easier to write or are easier to find in test banks.
Here’s a specific example: Good questions about Newton’s third law are really hard to come by.  Almost all test bank questions related to Newton’s third law involve simply being able to recite the words.  I happen to think Newton’s third law is a subtle, powerful principle of how the universe works, and I spend a fair amount of time in class unpacking it and exploring the misconceptions around it.  So, of course, I tried my hand at writing a test question that would reflect these subtleties. The first couple of attempts were pretty terrible. Students asked for clarification during the test (“What are you looking for here?  What do you mean?”). Students answered the open-response question in such a way that made it very hard for me to grade. Eventually, the question evolved into a multiple-choice question and, after a few more years of refinements, I now have a really strong question that precisely gets at the underlying concept that we spend so much time on in class.  Recalling and citing examples used in class is a great first step, but a true testimony to a student’s abiding understanding of fundamental issues only comes by applying them to novel situations. The student that gets this question right has demonstrated this deeper level of understanding.
Upon self-reflection, it’s clear that the kind of test question evolution described above only came about after I stopped returning tests.  If teachers return tests and allow the students to keep them, they may circulate in the community and wind up in the hands of future generations of students.  I have seen previous years’ tests spill out of a current student’s folder (an older sibling’s name on the papers). I have had students ask me to go over specific questions during review that sound exactly like last year’s test question.  I would never have taken the time to refine that Newton’s third law question year after year if I knew that it would just devolve into a memorized, recall-style answer for the students.
Some surprising things happened along the way once I started to have these authentic, customized, highly evolved tests:  I started changing my exposition of Newton’s third law in class from “There will be a question on Newton’s third law on the test” to “There will be a question where you will have to differentiate equal and opposite forces that happen to cancel out from equal and opposite action-reaction forces.”  Also, when returning the tests and asking “Any questions?”, I now get a deluge of questions because the students know that this is their best window of opportunity to clarify their mistakes as I will be collecting their tests at the end of the block. Previously, they would toss the test in their backpack or folder and promise themselves they would look at it “later” – the test review would be over in five minutes.  Also, now I run little experiments from year to year like, “What difference will it make in the percentage of students that get this question correct on the test this year because I did the Newton’s third law lab as an introductory, exploratory-style lab rather than a confirmation-after-the-lecture lab?” This type of scientific pedagogical exploration would not be possible without using the same test question year after year.
What about students not having access to their tests at home when they are studying for the mid-year or final?  My observation here is the same one I had after I stopped giving them a review packet for the mid-year or final:  They do just fine or even better. Students can and occasionally do come by the science office to consult a copy of the test questions, but a focus on just those few questions on the unit tests does not represent the true scope of the course. Going back to the homeworks, the notes, the handouts, the textbook itself,  etc. obliges the student to synthesize the entirety of the course. Reviewing specific test questions offers an illusion of fluency: “I know how to answer #5 so I’m good!” rather than, “Gee, how did that Newton’s third law work again?” My only caveat here is that when I first stopped giving review packets, some students simply did not study for the mid-year or final, and they certainly did worse.  I’ve subsequently become very explicit about giving them a speech about their responsibilities in the lack of such a packet.

In short, in my search for a better test, I found myself with better pedagogy overall.


Note from the author: I’ve formulated these thoughts about my own personal journey in teaching Honors Physics through the years.  I know that every course and every teacher has their own emphasis and their own focus, and I hope it goes without saying that my own reflections should in no way be construed as a judgement or even advice to other teachers.  I couldn’t be prouder of working shoulder to shoulder with so many talented and dedicated professionals as I do here at Wayland High School.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Chaotic Learning

The other day we were popcorn reading Feynman's conservation of energy metaphor involving blocks that don't exist, a mother more concerned with finding those blocks than with good parenting, and a boy locked in a room with dirty bathtub water.  Hey - it's a serious thing, conservation of energy!

We were interrupting ourselves by making fun of people not reading right or my getting confused about who was actually reading as they popcorned around.  At one point I called a student "perverse' but another heard me say "pervert."  Some kids started yanking my chain by recording my voice when it was my turn to read saying that I should be a professional reader of books-on-tape.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Hive Mind taking a group selfie while someone else was reading about why conservation laws even exist.  Needless to say it was a pretty boisterous Friday physics class.  Crazy times but I think Feynman's point about the power and the abstractness of energy conservation did get across.

Later that day, the teacher who had been trying to have a normal class next door said to me "Gee, Mr. Rideout - are you having a party or teaching in there?"

I said "Both."

A Tripod of Books

Recently a student (AT) asked for a book recommendation.  I did cough up one of the three below, but the question threw me into an existential crises.  Do I make a recommendation from the catalogue of my 40 or so years of reading?  Do I try to project one my favorites into what I know about her psyche?  And, to top it all off, I am painfully aware of how subjective my own list of favorite books is.  If only I had read that book when I was 16! Or, if only I had waited to read this other book until I was in my late 20's.  If only I had tackled this classic at a quieter time in my life, I might have appreciated it more.  Anyway, I've decided to work myself out of this existential crises by thinking about which books from my teenager years were the most influential on my own imagination.  Which books catapulted me at that time in my life into a world so rich or foreign or disturbing that when I came back from the out-of-body experience that was reading it, the landscape of my dreams and my constant inner Walter Mitty was forever changed?

Once I posed the question in this way to myself, these three books sprang right up and if I think about other books I love or that were influential, they don't come close to these three according the criteria I listed above.  I just happened to be in the right frame of mind and at the right place in my life for them to plant seeds all over my subconscious:

1.  Dune by Frank Herbert.  12 years after reading this book, I was so powerfully moved telling a friend about why I love it so much that I stood up to act out a scene from the book just the way it plays out in my head. In fact, when recommending it the other day, I had to force myself to stop talking about my favorite parts in order to not spoil their own experience of it!

2.  The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper.  The only book I read twice as a teenager.  Every time I walk through the woods (every single time!), images from that book waft through my mind like real memories.

3.  Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky.  I actually blogged about this one in 2010.


What will I do the next time a student asks for a recommendation?  I don't know - probably have another existential crises!


Saturday, December 1, 2018

Another Saturday Night...

... of nerd talk at the Rideout Household...


Seb: "I've got a nerd joke."

Me:  "Let's hear it."

Seb: "Say Mommy asks me to do something, like get the laundry.  I could just say 'potassium'."

Me: confused

Isabelle: "That's not very funny."

Irene:  "It's not very practical, either. 'Potassium' has more syllables than 'K'."

Seb: "Well, I said it was a nerd joke - I didn't say it was practical!"

Me: "Well, you could just ask people their opinion by asking 'Sodium or Potassium' "

Irene: eyeroll

Isabelle: "That's funny!"

Irene: "But the negative is usually spelled 'nah'."

Me: eyeroll "Why you always gotta rain on my parade?"

Irene: "It's what I do best."

Friday, November 30, 2018

The Hive Mind

So, I know that the youth of today is hyperconnected and in constant electronic contact, but this year it really has been striking.  There is a gaggle of junior girls (most of whom I teach but not all!) and if I tell pretty much anything to any one of them, they all know it  - pretty much instantaneously.  I have taken to referring them as the "Hive Mind".

After finally getting used to it and even coming to count on it, I was still surprised at the following sequence of events.  One-of-the-Hive was taking a late exam in the science office and had to explain to another science teacher that the exam marked "For mgsinθ" was not her (a different member of the Hive whose classroom nickname was obviously coined during our analysis of the inclined plane (Fun stuff happens in physics class!)).  She took the exam and left the office.  Shortly afterwards (like 2 minutes later), other members-of-the-Hive (including mgsinθ) walked in.  Excitedly, I started to tell her the story of how someone had tried to give her exam to the other student.  Very cooly, they informed me that they already know the story.  As I sat there stunned at the speed of the Hive Mind network, the test-taker came back in.  When I asked her incredulously, "Did you just start texting as soon as you walked out of the office?"  She looked at me like I was a fool and said, "No, I just ran into them in the hall just now."  Oh, right - that makes more sense...

That's all the tea I have for today...

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update:  Central Hive Members, one year later on Halloween:

Friday, October 19, 2018

Find me a picture of...

... what introspection looks like when you are 25 and you are on a leave of absence from grad school and just finished your first vendange with your uncle in Corsica.



circa 1995 St Florent, Corsica



It's strange but I can remember my exact state of mind in this bottom picture.  I remember that in addition to the overwhelming sense of impending future possibilities intersecting with my former projections, I was aware of my aunt snapping this picture and thinking "how amazing that this inflectional moment is being captured".  To think that was over 20 years ago...

Generations

Going through some old photos to scan (I recently did a little side project for my bro's 40th birthday and thus uncovered some old pics), I came across two cool generational pictures:

From the American side:



This is from 1970 in Florida.
Left to right:  My Dad, his Dad, (me), my Dad's mother's father.



This is probably 1997 or 1998 in front of the winery in Corsica.
Left to right: My Uncle's Uncle, me, my uncle.




Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Why so difficult?

A few years ago wspn (our student 'newspaper') ran tips about midyear exams and it turned out that students were mostly concerned about their science exams.1  My own experience as a student of science was the same throughout my own education: Science was always my hardest class.  Now as a science educator, I think about this a lot:  Why is science class so hard?

I think part of the issue lies deep within how we as humans communicate and think. We have languages and mental models that evolved to describe our subjective experience of the world.  How could it be otherwise?  We receive a limited amount of information about the world through our meager five senses. From this information we construct some mental models of what it all means in our lives.  Specifically, we need to be able to construct models of what might happen to us in our own lives in the immediate future.  We have had no evolutionary need to understand the microscopic, or objects spanning beyond the horizon, or time scales shorter than half a second/longer than 100 years, etc.  What this means in a practical sense is that we are not in natural possession of mental or linguistic devices for these other (science-y) things.  Words are metaphorical in nature, not precision instruments.2  Even math, the “language of science”, is a logic structure invented in the minds of humans.3

So, unlike the other subjects we study in school, all of which are well suited for the mental schema we have evolved to describe the events in our lives, science is about the objective reality “out there” and not our subjective experience of it.  This means the study of science will be innately difficult as we struggle to retrofit words and ideas that have subjective origins to describe the objective reality science has uncovered for us “out there”.

Difficult, but rewarding! So, students, stick with it and take comfort from the fact that you are trying to do something unnatural whenever you study nature!


1 https://waylandstudentpress.com/53260/articles/how-to-survive-midterms-and-second-semester/
2 Lakoff & Johnson, Metaphors We Live By 1980
3 Lakoff & Nunez, Where Mathematics Comes From:  How the Embodied Mind Brings Mathematics into Being 2000


Saturday, August 25, 2018

Umberto Eco, Dan Brown, and Leon Foucault



Years ago, when Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code was the big summer read (can't even count the number of people who recommended that book to me!), I used to play the game "Judge people by whether they mention Umberto Eco when they mention Dan Brown".  Of course, almost no one ever did (either they don't make the connection between Eco's "Foucault's Pendulum" and "Da Vinci Code" or else they do and don't want to sound pretentious).

Of both books, I remember one big take away from each after forgetting all the details:
After Dan Brown:  "Wow, I must be pretty smart - I figured out all those puzzles right away!"
After Umberto Eco: "Wow, every deep insight I've ever had is someone else's trivial reference in a complex overlay of intersecting ideas."

Seriously though, I should reread Foucault's Pendulum for I remember profoundly the contrasting concepts of belief as embodied by the Pendulum itself:  Whereas religion's Faith is untestable; faith in science is testable.

Last summer, we saw the original Foucault Pendulum (well, almost - the original bob was off to the side as it has been damaged during a fall) in the Musee d'Arts et Metiers :


Afterwards, Irene and I were commenting to friends of just how much more popular Sainte Chapelle is these days than on our previous visits to Paris when they responded with "Yes, ever since the Da Vinci Code..."  Irene and I both responded with a groan of deep disappointment:

The mix of derivative and original work that I mused about in 2010 is now complete and inseparable.


Floppy Drives, Paris, and Feeling Old

As circular hard drives start to disappear, yet another computer phenomena will have come and gone  in my lifetime.  Here, at the Musee d'Arts et Metiers (as recommended to us by our good friend WW) that we visited in Paris this summer is a history of all magnetic storage devices.  Proudly (sadly?), I have worked with each one pictured here at one time or another:

What's a Floppy Drive?

(Thanks to Isabelle and Irene who took the photos for me!)

Monday, August 13, 2018

Ouch!

So, we've started watching "The Flash" as a family.  Here I am thinking it's good, wholesome family fun, when (out of the blue!) they pull this whammy of a sequence in episode 11 (season one):


Good physicist guy is caught coming out of a lab by evil head physics guy!  Then good guy threatens to reveal evil physicist's master plan (involving a combination of improbable, impossible, and needlessly convoluted physics) to the world, so evil physicist fights back.

(and here it comes...)

Evil physicist punches back with the hardest blow imaginable to a respectable physicist:






Oooh, the burn. 

Make the pain stop, please!

Friday, August 3, 2018

Thinking about Thinking

After this shot, I told Seb we should have had him looking at me and pondering my looking at the Thinker while thinking...
Still...

Friday, June 8, 2018

It's a small world

In physics class, we've been talking about the Standard Model, Quantum Field Theory, and the Higgs Boson.  I found a Nova episode that seemed to tie it all together.  I didn't preview it but luckily it was pretty spot-on content-wise and the class and I were having a fun time watching it and engaging in some light banter in just how over-dramatic Nova was being and how funny some of the scenes were when, towards the end, they were interviewing Dr. S. J. Gates, Jr. on his supersymmetry ideas on the MIT campus when (for no apparent reason) they continued the interview in the iconic MIT Chapel

As they had Dr. Gates strumming on the abstract metal sculpture for no apparent recent, I announced to the class casually "that's where I was married".  They looked at me incredulously expecting some kind of joke.  I said "Seriously, no regular church would let Irene marry me!".


Saturday, May 12, 2018

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Astro Field Trip

Haystack Observatory



42 WHS seniors + Mr. Froberg + myself visiting the famous radio telescope!

Sunday, May 6, 2018

A play about astronomy, women, and the joy of discovery

Although nominally covering old ground for some of us (women in science not getting their due credit:  Silent Sky, COSMOS, Hidden Figures) as well as having a shaky start and being purposefully vague about its own timeline, I would up finding this new play at the Central Square Theater profoundly affecting:


Not only was its unpacking of the challenges (historical and contemporary) of being a female scientist surprisingly eloquent and personal, but I was blown away by its unabashed enthusiasm for the thrill of a scientific discovery.  The play literally showed Cecelia Payne sitting at a desk doing math and having a joyous epiphany as she became the first human being to know that the stars are mostly made of hydrogen. I mean this play had a scene about constructing a graph while showing the graph being constructed on the backdrop of the stage.  No idea how it struck the non science people in the audience, but I thought 'right on!' while I was sitting next to my twelve year old daughter who is (in the words of the play) standing on the shoulders of Payne, Leavitt, Canon, Fleming, Maury when she looks out at the stars and knows how far away they are and what they are made of.
Catch it if you can!

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Pleasantly Surprised

Sometime cool things happen that you would never predict.  On the last day before spring break I wanted to give one of my physics classes a fun, boost-your-grade "quiz".  As I was making up questions, I ended with this one:

If Physics were a food, what food would it be?

In this particular class (designed for students who are having trouble with the mainstream physics curriculum), open ended questions tend to be met with blanks or minimal effort.  However, look at some of these really interesting, creative answers I got:











I'm already looking forward to reading this post years from now and hearing these particular students' voices in my head!

Monday, March 19, 2018

5000 meters

A couple of months ago, my bro gives me a call: "Hey - I just started running.  You used to run, right?  How about we run a 5k together in March?  I'll fly out."

I hang up and think, oh no - what have I done?  I last ran a 5k 14 years and 25 lbs ago...

Well, I did meet my goals:  Finish the race (a) alive, (b) still able to move, and (c) without stopping (and, I'm not gonna lie here, (d) not in last place).

It was super-cold but that probably affected my brother more as he lives in California and had never run in the cold before (he still smoked me, of course!).

We chose this particular race (Maynard Boys and Girls Club) because of the timing and the fact that you get one free beer after the run:

(yes, those are the Lehmans in the background!)

(Note Seb in the foreground.  When he smelled the beer he said it smelled like it was still fermenting...)


Senior Show Skit

Peter Moore made this awesome, funny video for the senior show (2018).
He wrote the script.  He directed us and edited the final cut.  
I think it's great, but if you haven't seen a single episode of "The Office", you probably should check that out first!



Friday, January 19, 2018

plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose

Gimme Some Truth
I'm sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope...
I'm sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth...
I'm sick to death of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth