MS Head's Blog
In the Middle of It All
Middle School Musings by Trevor O’Driscoll, Bancroft's Head of Middle School
Most weeks, MS Head Trevor O’Driscoll writes a short note to parents and faculty about middle school, education, parenting, and other topics relevant to our community. We share these Middle School Musings here for the benefit and enjoyment of all who are interested. Read recent entries, browse the archives, and delight in Mr. O’Driscoll’s take on our Middle School and the amazing people who inhabit it.
The unspeakably tragic events in Las Vegas have yet again reminded us not only how imperfect our world is, but also how precious our families are. As we grieve for others and try to make sense of that which is senseless, we should unabashedly take comfort in how fortunate we are to enjoy our friends, our family, and our children.
During Tuesday morning’s Middle School assembly, I spoke to students and teachers briefly about the incident in Las Vegas. I relayed my own sense of hope at knowing about the countless acts of bravery, help, and humanity that hundreds, if not thousands, of strangers performed for those around them. Humans, time and again, overwhelmingly demonstrate that within us we have the power to transcend the self on behalf of those around us, and in that we can see both beauty and a pure kind of love.
Bringing it closer to the lives of our kids, I reminded middle schoolers of the various circles of support that exist on campus for each and every child at Bancroft. I told students that on this small patch of earth alone there are literally hundreds of people who care about them, their health, their happiness, and their success. Should any student, for any reason, need to tap into these intricate webs of support, we are here for them.
As we see yet another example of violence shatter so many lives and families, I am saddened to once again think about how we as parents can have meaningful, supportive, and developmentally appropriate conversations with our children at home. I wish there wasn’t the need for these “how to talk to your children about X” moments in our lives. Nevertheless, we parents need to be prepared to handle the questions that arise for adolescents who, by nature, have an increasingly acute sense of the larger world around them. Below I have shared some resources that may help you frame conversations that we all wish we did not have to have.
How to talk to kids about the Las Vegas shooting:
This week I present to you a classic math problem, one that many of our eighth graders were recently wrestling with in Mr. Phillips’s class.
There are nine justices on the Supreme Court. How many handshakes occur if each of them shakes hands with every other justice exactly once?
Spoiler alert: don’t read on if you aren’t ready for the answer.
Stumped? Below are correct answers from two different eighth graders, Julia D. and Talya J. Note the ways in which these two solutions exemplify how we encourage our middle schoolers to tap into their personal learning-style strengths and technology resources to employ different methods to reach the same correct answer:
Julia D's answer:
Talya J's answer:
When prospective families ask me why they should choose Bancroft, my mind races as I think about all the good work I see at school on a daily basis. But I quickly remember that at the heart of it all, what makes this place special is the relationships that form among students, teachers, and staff. And what is particularly inspiring is seeing how our students set examples for all of us when it comes to forging these bonds. Two moments, one from last week that in turn brought back memories of a scene from a couple of years ago, show how our middle schoolers make this place special.
Last week, when a student banged her knee on a local field trip and needed to head back to school to be checked out by the nurse, the first person to eagerly volunteer to ride back to Bancroft with her was a brand new student. I was impressed by the newbie’s caring instinct, and I felt all warm and fuzzy thinking about where this budding friendship might go. When I called school to check in on the hurt knee, I got a report that melted my heart. The new student was in the health center with the owner of the hurt knee, reading stories aloud to her (with impressive gusto and emotion) as she waited for a parent to come. Despite the fact that the new student just met this classmate only a day before, here she was, comforting and caring for her hurt classmate like an old friend.
This moment brought me back to a few years ago to another favorite story that involved a new student who lost his backpack in the early days of school. What could have been the ultimate stressor for a middle schooler who was new to Bancroft, remarkably, with the help of caring classmates, turned into a moment that launched new friendships — ones that I see thriving in those now-upper-schoolers today. Never has a lost backpack been such a blessing and an indicator of the health of a community.
Here at Bancroft the people — the kids and the teachers I wrote about last week — work together to establish, build, maintain, and reinforce the culture that undergirds all the good work we do here. Don’t get me wrong — middle school can be a time in life that is full of challenges and discomfort, and no institution is perfect. But it’s also true that every day I have the chance to see small moments like these that continually remind me why Bancroft is special.Have a small moment from your child’s Bancroft experience to share with me? Please send me a note and tell your story.
Last Monday the world seemed brighter as the collective energy of our teachers burst onto the scene, and the excitement generated by the afternoon’s eclipse highlighted for me how special our teachers make this place.
I highly recommend seeing an eclipse with a bunch of teachers. Here’s why. The elaborate pinhole contraptions they had made were creative and effective. One resembled a submarine with a periscope, reminding me how humor and playfulness are ways our teachers make sticky memories. One brought a solar telescope, and another a welder’s mask, artifacts of particular passions and not merely props, symbolizing the deep and varied interests and experiences each teacher brings with them. Their level of expertise and understanding of the event led to plenty of aha moments for the kids who happened to be on campus, reminding me how curiosity can be contagious and how these adults are kid magnets. Finally, there was an esprit de corps among the faculty that was easy to spot, a quality that unites the group through all the ups and downs we experience as we live middle school with your children. While I was awed by the sun and moon, I was truly struck by the qualities I saw in the teachers around me.
While I watched teachers watching the sun, I thought of the list of qualities our Middle School faculty crafted not long ago. “A good middle school teacher…”
- Establishes a safe community in which risk-taking is valued
- Creates routines and consistent expectations while leveraging the power of surprise
- Demonstrates patience, flexibility, compassion, playfulness, and creativity
- Models and promotes a growth mindset by learning from failures, struggles, and successes
- Establishes and values meaningful connections with all students
- Balances inquiry and content while demonstrating relevance; keeps lessons interesting and engaging
When students have the chance to find deep and meaningful connections with a variety of people who share fundamental assertions like these, magic can happen. What I particularly value about Bancroft is the fact that every child can find someone to connect with among our caring team. I was talking with a parent the other day, who, when speaking of her daughter’s love of Bancroft Middle School and the teachers, asked rhetorically, “Who doesn’t love being around someone who cares about you?”
While it was incredibly energizing to have all faculty back on campus and experience the eclipse with such a curious, lively, and engaged group of adults, we all know it pales in comparison to what awaits us this Monday. We all can’t wait to see the kids we care about so much.
Welcome and welcome back to all new and returning families as we embark upon this school year together.
The following blog post comes from guest author Maggie G., a member of the Class of 2021, who shared it with the Bancroft community at the closing of the 2017 Middle School Awards Ceremony.
Before I begin I would like to thank you all for coming to our 2017 Middle School Awards ceremony. I would also like to thank a few of the groups who have contributed to today’s celebration: the administration, the faculty, and of course, the families, without all of whom absolutely none of this would have been possible, so thank you.
As many of you know we usually have closing words from Mr. O’Driscoll at our Middle School assemblies. It is one of the little things that we can always count on here. Similarly, our teachers know they can count on our hard work throughout the year, and today, we’re excited to celebrate some of the outcomes of this work.
I don’t know about you, but as this year is coming to a close, I’ve been expecting to feel an automatic shift into my 9th grade self. I’m not sure why, but I expected almost an overnight transition with new responsibilities slowly revealing themselves to us. I expected a shift in “power” along with a sudden increase in maturity. The 6th graders would suddenly be 7th graders; the 7th graders would magically become 8th graders, and we, the 8th graders, would official be high schoolers. As I stand here before you today, however, I can tell you I don’t yet feel like a 9th grader. But as we look back at our September selves, we can all see a difference from then until now.
Each of us has been recognized in some way for the progress and hard work we have demonstrated this year, whether that be on the stage, on the field, on the court, or in the classroom. We have been pushed to achieve things that most of us probably thought that we could never do. Then it is suddenly gone, poof! into thin air, without a trace until we have days like this that remind us. This day is just one of the stepping stones in a series. At the end of all of these steps it will be 4 years later when the eighth grade class will have finished high school and awarded a diploma for four more years of hard work and progress.
As this time passes, the Class of 2021 will be different in many ways; however there are currently 41 8th graders who sit before you today. 41 kids whose names are recorded on a roster. Whose names to a stranger might be flipped over and regarded as insignificant. But to me, and I hope to the rest of the class and the entire Middle School community, these names recall memories from the year. The “A” names start, and everything comes rushing back in, like the little quirks that'll be remembered by all.
I don’t pretend to be under the illusion that all of us get along 100% of the time, or that we’ll definitely be friends forever and ever until we are all old and grey, or the universe ends (whichever comes first). But I don’t believe that we will forget so easily either. As Mr. Urban will tell you, “The Sands of Time” was the only title deemed unacceptable for our essays and research papers this year. It was too vanilla, too unoriginal. However, these ‘sands of time’ do, in fact, serve a purpose: they will continue to etch into our brain, slowly solidifying the memories we take with us. They will chip away at the less fond memories of stress and tests and papers. Instead, the way we have formed relationships with our teachers and friendships with each other, those memories will stay with us.
We’ll remember. Remember the way that Ms. Sigismondi would have a smile full of energy that could excite even the most gloomy teenager on the earliest Monday morning. Or the way that our conversations with Mr. Kamosky would somehow always circle back to the questions of nuclear war, the illusion of time, if space is infinite, or whether or not we are alone on our tiny planet. Or the way that Mr. Phillips would end class by cracking a cheesy joke that would either result in dead silence or send us into a belly laugh. Or the way that our World Geography discussions with Mr. Urban would somehow, one way or another, evolve into political debates.
These memories will stay with us, no matter where we are going next year, or in the years to come. Some, like myself will continue at Bancroft. Though others in our grade will branch off to other high schools, we will remember, all of us.
In the spirit of remembering, let’s not forget the other two thirds of the middle school: the sixth and seventh graders. Although today’s awards were primarily awarded to eighth graders, we cannot disregard the progress and hard work that they have all shown throughout the year. For example, the seventh grade has unwaveringly worked on the Science Fair and almost all of the students sent to regionals placed. Additionally, these students will be competing at the State level competition this Saturday. The sixth graders tirelessly worked on the Blackstone Valley project, while simultaneously learning about the state in which we live.
As we celebrate the impressive accomplishments that we have made this school year, we will continue to look and move toward the future, but we will not forget the past or how experiences we have had here shaped us. After grasping for the words to conclude my speech, I continued to think and realized that my words might not have done this year justice, which is when I stumbled upon this quote that finally built my bridge to the end: “Be smart enough to hold on and brave enough to let go.”
Thank you all and congratulations for another dynamic school year.
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