About 15 minutes into the work time, I took a stroll around the room to see what my young charges had wrought and nearly burst with pride at what I saw! Kevin and Jenny had imported maps of the Caribbean Islands and were busily labeling cities and writing about bits of the islands' history. Carolyn was constructing a biography of Bob Marley as a poet. Kendra and Tammy were building virtual solar systems. Anne was compiling a corporate biography of Apple Computer. Myra and Thomas were tackling different aspects of ancient Egyptian culture with Myra exploring monuments in the Valley of the Kings while Thomas preferred the secrets of mummification. Belinda was studying ancient Greek architecture, and Kerry was importing a picture of an early traffic light to illustrate her biography of the inventor, Garret Morgan. Diana was deep in the Pacific ocean examining life around fumeroles, Angela was creating a flow chart for solving one-step equations, and David was pondering the roots of the American revolution.
The place was quiet, with only muted mouse clicks, equally delicate key tapping, and the soft strains of Bach in the background to indicate human occupation. A blindfolded visitor would never have guessed at a busy, productive middle school classroom.
This amazing outcome is what every teacher lives for -- that moment when it all works, and you know, at the end of the day, that every single child learned something meaningful.