Home: Leila Rosen—English Teacher and Aesthetic Realism Associate

 

Through The Aesthetic Realism Teaching Method, Interest Wins, Cynicism Loses—
In Students & Teachers

 

Leila Rosen

1996

 

Published in The English Record of the New York State English Council

 

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 am proud to have seen: the Aesthetic Realism Teaching Method can change the pervasive dullness, cynicism, and lack of interest in both students and teachers—and make class­rooms dynamic with real learning and pleasure!  This has happened in my classroom, and with each year I am grateful to say I care more for my students and the subject I teach, high school English-and I know this is what every teacher can feel.

Eli Siegel, the greatest person of thought ever to live, defined interest as "the state of a self in which it wishes to be of something."  Interest is at the very basis of what Aesthetic Realism shows is the purpose of all education: to like the world through knowing it.  And the reason we can like this world, Mr. Siegel showed, is that it is made well, and its structure is related to our own: "The world, art, and self explain each other," he stated, "each is the aesthetic oneness of opposites."

Aesthetic Realism also explains the fight raging in every teacher and student between interest and cynicism; between enthusiasm about learning and the feeling "Who needs this?"  As a teacher at Norman Thomas High School in mid-Manhattan, I have seen students drift away in their minds, mock each other, cut classes, drop out; and teachers, bitter themselves, speak sarcastically about students, and discuss retirement incentives with more energy than the subjects they once cared for.  I learned that the cause of this cynicism rampant in schools today is Contempt—the desire to find the world hollow and meaningless and to feel that we are distinguished in seeing this.

I am one of the most fortunate teachers ever, because as I have studied Aesthetic Realism I have heard what every teacher needs to hear—clear, honest criticism of my contempt, my desire to meet young people with smug superiority. And I am proud that I can criticize myself, sometimes in the midst of a lesson, and have a good effect on my students.

 

1.  Adjectives Encourage Interest, Oppose Cynicism!

I tell now what my 9th grade English classes learned last term as we studied a subject that has made for many groans of "Who cares? What do I have to know that for?"—grammar.  I told my students what I learned from Aesthetic Realism: the very existence of language arose from the drive in people to like the world by giving things names—words that can stay within us even when the object is gone.  Words arose from the feeling: "I want these things outside me—say a flower, a moon—also to be in me in a permanent way, and I want to be able to tell other people about them."  Adjectives, I told the class, stand for one of the great ways people wish "to be of something."  "An adjective," states our Macmillan textbook Grammar and Writing "is a word that tells more about a noun or pronoun."  My students would come to love adjectives as they saw that a world that has adjectives in it is a world that is interesting!  Adjectives are utterly opposed to the cynical feeling that the world is dull and doesn't come to much.  When a noun like street can be seen as having many different qualities—it is busy, it is wet, it is crowded, it is colorful; and with each adjective this thing, this noun, this street is seen with greater exactitude and wonder—it is interesting!

The young people in my classes—mostly of African-American and Hispanic backgrounds, with families from the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Mexico, and Ecuador—travel to Norman Thomas High School from the Lower East Side, Washington Heights, East Harlem, the Bronx, and Brooklyn.  Many of them have endured a great deal, including tragedy, in their 14 or 15 years.  They feel unsafe walking around their neighborhoods, where friends or family members have been hurt, even killed, in drug-related shootings.  And they have met horrible racial and economic cruelty which encourages great cynicism, and despair.

At the beginning of the term the situation was one familiar to many teachers and which they have used for anger and cynicism. These students had a mingling of excitement at being in a new school and dullness; interest and a cynical "Yeah?  Show me" attitude that was steep.  The atmosphere in this 8th period class was chaotic.  Many students came late every day—then sat passively until I reminded them to take out their notebooks.  Clarisa and Mayra, who were best friends, came in talking loudly, and continued even though their seats were on opposite sides of the room.  Ten minutes after the period began, Kaseem would bang loudly on the door, which was unlocked, come in, and immediately start talking about some other subject than the one we were studying.  I had to repeat myself several times before they would listen—and often, when I asked for their assignments, they looked puzzled: "We had homework?"  Most of these students had diffi­culty reading and writing and were below grade level, and I saw they were tormented feeling they couldn't stay still or listen very long.  Yet even as it was hard sometimes to go on with a lesson as I planned it, I knew these students wanted desperately to respect themselves for how they used their minds. 

We began to study adjectives the week of the huge blizzard that blanketed the city with over a foot of snow.  I asked the class what they thought of the snow—did they like it?  Most said, "Yes!"  "How would you describe it?," I asked.  "It was really cold," said Manuel Santos.  Mayra said she liked the big flakes as they fell.  Several young men said they liked playing football in the snow: when you fell, it was soft.  Lots of hands went up to say more about the snow.  As I wrote their observa­tions on the board, I wanted them to see they were using adjec­tives.  "It was soft and fluffy," said Sandra.  Other students spoke with pleasure of the tall snowdrifts; how the snow seemed dry, but was wet as it melted; how it was "shiny in the moonlight."  When Roberto said he liked how pure and white it was, Carmen scoffed, "Yea, but only in the beginning.  Then it got all gray and dirty."  Other students objected to her cynicism—mean­while, I pointed out gray and dirty are adjectives—as are the other words they mentioned—all aspects or forms of the snow: cold, tall, wet, dry, shiny, white. 

We read the definition I quoted from our textbook: "An adjective is a word that tells more about a noun or pronoun."  And I asked:  "As soon as you start to tell more about something, does that show you're interested in it?"  It does.  Then I read these sentences from Eli Siegel's great work Definitions and Comment: Being a Description of the World: 

        An adjective is a word showing the world as form. …A noun can have an indefinite number of adjectives, each one of which shows what the noun can be, or what the object for which the noun stands can be.

 

We saw that a noun like "snow," while interesting in itself, can seem general.  And, I asked, "As we began to describe it, say more about its color, texture, temperature, size, using specific adjectives, were we heightening its meaning by seeing the snow more as it was, or adding things to the snow that it didn't have?"  They were interested in this question and said, "More as it was."  "If there is an indefinite number of adjectives telling what a thing can be, while it is still just one thing," I asked, "does this show we can see greater and greater meaning in it all the time?"          This is so important and opposes the life-sapping dulling of things that I have seen stops students from learning.  The students began to see that the structure of language itself is against a person's desire to flatten things, take them for granted, put them aside.  And Aesthetic Realism is terrifically scientific and kind in showing that even the most painful things—including many my students have met—can be described exactly, and that adjectives, come to by people we never met over hundreds of years, enable us to do so. 

 

2.  What Adjectives Can Teach Us about People

Among these students, as in most New York City high school classes, there was a great deal of complaint, including about each other.  When Kaseem spoke out during a lesson, I heard: "He's always doing that.  He's always interrupting."  Two of Carmen's favorite expressions about people were: "They don't know what they’re talking about.  That teacher is stupid!"  James mimicked or mocked people as they talked.  I told them that when I was in high school, I was also very contemptuous and it hurt me, stopped me from being affected by things.  While I had various interests, mostly I acted as if nothing mattered too much; and my desire to mock everything and everyone made me feel dull and empty.  For instance, in a journal I kept for a short time when I was 15, the same age as my students, I wrote:

        I hate people who can't act their age. They don't even try.  What they call serious and mature sounds like something from a worn-out tv rerun.

       

One result of this contempt is in how I wrote of myself:

        Lately, everything seems blurred.  I walk out on a clean, bright day expecting to see the sun, fresh snow, a clear sky. Instead I only see slush, and clouds woven throughout the sky.  People are merely animated objects moving around me. Then I see my reflection and it's a blurred, fuzzy picture.

       

I am more grateful than I have words to say that, only a few years later, I had the tremendous good fortune to begin studying Aesthetic Realism and to learn the reason I saw the world and people as a meaningless blur and despised myself.  In the second Aesthetic Realism class I had the honor to attend taught by Eli Siegel, Mr. Siegel asked me: "Have you found people dull?"  I said yes, and he asked: "Do you think they are?  Do you think the way you've seen things and people has been interesting enough for you?"  No, it wasn't!  Mr. Siegel asked me if I had wanted people, including men and my mother, to mean as little as possible.  I had, and he asked: "What, then, is the best thing here?  Aesthetic Realism has a phrase: 'the miracle of exactitude.'  The idea is to see a person exactly as he is."  I love Mr. Siegel for teaching me that the world I had scorned has a structure that makes sense, is exciting, beautiful—and that people whom I had dulled in my mind are, in fact, interesting, because every single person is a unique relation of reality's opposites. 

        I told my students that like a noun, every person in that classroom and anywhere is both one and many, has thousands of aspects, and can be described with vividness and exactitude by adjectives true about him—each showing what that person is and can be.  I told them that the more I wanted to see this, the more I saw how truly interesting people are, and the more I respected myself.  The fact that this continues to happen with every year of my life as I study in great and exciting classes taught by Ellen Reiss, is cause for unending gratitude.

 

3.  My Students Begin to Write with New Interest!

At the beginning of the year, I saw that many of the sentences they wrote were short and seemed constrained and flat.  They also had few or no adjectives.  In order to have these ninth graders feel the world, and therefore write, with more deep interest and freedom, I asked them to describe the qualities in a particular object.  For this purpose I brought in various familiar fruits—oranges, two kinds of pears, and several different kinds of apples.   

        I divided the class into groups and gave each group a piece of fruit and a plastic knife, and asked them to 1) spend about 5 minutes observing the outside of the fruit—its weight, texture, color, smell, shape—and then, 2) write down their observations, using adjectives as accurately as they could; then, they would do the same for the inside.  Some students were annoyed: "Do we have to?  I know what an orange tastes like." 

        I said we would look at one fruit together first.  I took out a light green, unusually shaped fruit none of my students had ever seen before and which I had never tasted.  In seconds, half the class was gathered around my desk, looking at it with great interest.  "What's that?" they asked.  I held it on its side, revealing its star-like shape and asked if they could guess what it was called.  They did: a star fruit.  Everyone wanted to look at it, feel it, smell it.  We started to describe it, and they asked, "What does it taste like?"  I cut into its smooth, shiny, dry skin.  "Wow!  Look at all that green juice coming out!" said Carmen.  I cut and peeled some small pieces and many students wanted to taste it.  "It's kind of sweet," said Denise.  I said I thought it was a little bit tart, too.  "It's crunchy," said Roberto, "but it's also soft."  These are oppo­sites and they are also adjectives—sweet and tart; soft and crunchy."  "Do these words describe both things in the world and yourself?"  They said yes.  Carmen said she was hard and soft—her skin was very soft, and her fingernails were hard.  "And are you stubborn," I asked, "and also gentle?"  She smiled.  "Yes."  See­ing this opposes the cynical feeling, which Carmen had intensely, that nothing and no one can understand or explain us—a feeling Aesthetic Realism can end in every person.  "If the same adjectives that describe things outside ourselves can also be used to describe us, does that show we are deeply related to what is outside us, and should be interested in knowing it?"  They said YES.

        For homework, I asked them to write a composition describing what they observed about the fruit they had been given, using adjectives to show what it is; and then, to say how they had the same qualities in themselves.  When they handed in their compositions the next day, they looked so proud.  These were the longest, most careful and most detailed pieces of writing most of them had done all term.  This is from Manuel's composition:

        The orange is sweet and sour.  Its skin looks smooth, but it has rough bumps around it.  The orange is one unit on the outside but is broken up into different parts on the inside. It is dry on the outside but the inside is very moist.  The orange is very much like me.  I'm a sweet person, but at times I can be very sour, meaning mean or bad.  Most of my skin is smooth but parts are very rough.  I'm one unit on the outside, but on the inside, my body is separated by bones and by organs.  I'm dry on the outside, but on the inside I'm surrounded by liquids.

 

My students came to love adjectives, to use them with pleasure in their writing and also to recognize and care for them in sentences they read.  I love the Aesthetic Realism Teaching Method for strengthening and bringing to life—in students and teachers alike—real interest, honest excitement about the world and what is in it!  That is what will happen everywhere when this beautiful, kind method is standard in classrooms across the nation—and the future of education depends on it. 

©2004 Leila Rosen