"The secret of good teaching is to regard the child's intelligence as a fertile field in which seeds may be sown, to grow under the heat of flaming imagination. Our aim is not only to make the child understand, and still less to force him to memorize, but so to touch his imagination as to enthuse him to his innermost core."
--Dr. Maria Montessori, To Educate the Human Potential
Yes! Far more than the acronym avalanche (NCLB, TAKS, AYP, CBA data, RTI, EVAAS, ASPIRE, GEEG, to name a few) that threatens to
bury education,
that's what teaching is about . . . cultivating a child's natural sense of wonder. The
Houston Museum of Natural Science is full of just such secrets--those o

bjects and exhibits that elicit the "Oh, wow!" feeling of awe and reverence for the natural world. I feel it every time I visit the
Hall of Gems and Minerals. We are lucky to have a world class collection, beautifully displayed and lit, but what's amazing to me is the minerals themselves--that these beautiful crystals are in their natural, uncut state is just awesome. (I much prefer those to the giant malachite vase or the new Gem Vault that has displaced one of my favorite parts of the Mineral Hall--the fluorescent rocks! Yes, the gems are glittery and fancy but I am far more amazed and impressed by the rest of it. Bring back the fluorescent rocks!)
It's even more fun to visit the museum with my students. Not only do they
feel the "Oh, wow!" but
they say it--again and again. "Oh, wow! There's a
giant cube of pyrite! Did it really form like that in nature?" "Oh, wow! I could fit my whole body inside that geode!" "Oh, wow! Look at that crinoid--they've got the whole thing!" "Oh, wow! That ammonite is
huge!" "Oh, wow! That's a whole petrified tree!" "Look! There's dimetrodon and xenacanthus!"
To prepare for our visit to the
Dinosaur Mummy: CSI exhibit, we watched some videos of Dr. Bakker discussing
brachylophosaurus anatomy, what makes Leonardo
an important fossil, why this fossil is
making history, how
dino mummies are formed, and how the very heavy Leonardo fossil was
moved from the museum's off-site storage to the exhibit hall. We were trea

ted to a wonderfully detailed tour of the exhibit by David Temple, HMNS Associate Curator of Paleontology. David's enthusiasm for dinosaurs is contagious, and the children we
re fascinated and full of great questions.
I love that the exhibit is hands-on, with actual fossilized skin to touch ("Oh,
wow!"), casts of skin and teeth and triceratops horns, and a sand pit in which young paleontologists can dig for bones. As we left the exhibit (our first stop for the morning), I overheard one of my students comment, "Wow! That was the best field trip
ever!" Talk about 'enthused to his inmost core'! We hadn't even eaten lunch yet.
Ins

pired by
Dr. Bakker's drawing lesson and his recent blog about
the importance of drawing in thinking about dinosaur anatomy, we brought paper and cardboard

"clipboards" to do a little of our own sketching in the Paleontology Hall--quick and dirty sketches, because there is never enough time to see all that we want to at the museum. We barely scratch the surface!
Our final stop for the day was the basement for "Crash Course." It is a well-kept secret (
too well kept, in my opinion) that the museum offers science lab classes downstairs in the education wing.
Carolyn Leap led the children through a series of hands-on activities on the physics of collisions. After exploring the movement of a marble inside a moving (and then suddenly stopped) box and
clappers hitting one another, the children were ready to experiment with cars and passengers. Each group first constructed a ramp, down which they rolled a car with a clay passenger . . . into a barrier at the bottom of the ramp. As you might guess, the passenger kept going when the car stopped.
Bad news for our clay passengers. Next, the children attached the passenger to the car with a "seat belt." 

We soon discovered that wire seatbelts are a bad idea. "Oh, wow! Look what happened to our passenger!"
Nerds of a feather flock together, and not only is the science museum filled with those "Oh, wow!" objects, it is also full of just the right kind of nerds--smart, goofy, and passionate about what they do. I am lucky to include among my friends several who work at the science museum. (This year, there was a bit of competition for our museum visit: "How come you're not bringing your kids to my class?" Oops!) Franny clued me in to the on-line video clips, which I was able to share with the children. While science labs are usually only available Tuesday through Thursday, Carolyn offered to do two extra sessions of "Crash Course" on Friday because the regular sessions were filled. Dave took the time to guide us through the Dino Mummy exhibit, sharing little-known facts and fascinating stories.
I think there is a second secret to good teaching, one that Maria Montessori doesn't mention. Good teachers have a team of friends and family who are sucked in by the undertow of one classroom project or another. You may find yourself volunteering to spend hours judging Science Fair projects or an unairconditioned August afternoon painting a classroom wall.
Over the years, I have coaxed friends to visit our classroom to share stories of their research adventures--a geologist friend shared photos from his research trip to Antarctica and another showed pictures and artifacts from his anthropology work in Paraguay. I have been presented with cotton still on the branch from friends who stopped on the side of the highway to collect it--"We thought you might want to show this to your students" (and I do!). I have received a phone call from a neighbor, explaining, "I have a little Rosetta Stone paperweight I want to get rid of. Is that something you'd want?" (Yes, that's perfect for my History of Writing Trunk!)
I have an assistant who, just as I was thinking, 'Darn! I forgot to buy cinnamon for tomorrow!' called from the grocery store to say, "I'm getting flowers for the Open House. Is there anything else you need?" When I said to a colleague (half-jokingly) at lunchtime, "Pack your bathing suit 'cause we're going to the Bahamas for a marine ecology program!" she was registered for the program by the end of the same day. Another colleague braved three weeks of summer on a boat on the Amazon River with me.
My father has constructed a wooden housing for a "black light" to view our own class collection of fluorescent rocks--painted bright purple? ("It's an OSHA color.")--and wooden holders for crayon boxes that too easily fall apart otherwise. I have a mother who, upon hearing of my roadkill bone-plucking insanity, bragged proudly to friends and colleagues of her daughter's exploits (during which a nanny dutifully shepherded her two charges across the street and away from Crazy Hat Lady, using her arm to protectively shield both from my weirdness, and worriedly glanced back repeatedly to be sure there weren't any sudden moves from the cootified pliers). Not long after that, I received an e-mail entitled "Possum Sighting" from one of my mother's friends: "Should you need more bones, put on your gloves and hurry over to Woodhead, diagonally across the street from Lanier MS (the SE corner). Another corpse awaits! I was on my bike, not equipped to scoop it up. I admire your dedication to science!" Yes folks, I am now receiving e-mail alerts about roadkill!
"Do you collect those BoxTops for Education?"
"Are you still saving styrofoam take-out boxes?"
"Aren't you collecting these conference badge tags?"
"We're clearing off our bookshelf, and I set aside a tub of non-fiction children's books I thought you might want for your classroom."
"Is Fluffy available for travel? We're going to Greece."
Everyone gets into the act!
What We're Reading:
Mary Anning, Fossil Hunter by Sally M. Walker
Boy, Were We Wrong About the Dinosaurs! by Kathleen Kudlinski
Did Dinosaurs Have Feathers? by Kathleen Zoehfeld
Dinosaur Tracks by Kathleen Zoehfeld
Dinomummy by Dr. Phillip Lars Manning
Bill Nye the Science Guy’s Great Big Dinosaur Dig
When Dinosaurs Came with Everything by Elise Broach
Prehistoric Monsters! by Dr. Robert Bakker
Bone Poems by Jeff Moss