We’ve all heard the expression “putting someone in a box.” Even if we don’t feel particularly claustrophobic, we can feel the panic and frustration of being confined inside the six walls of a box. So it’s already a useful and visceral image.
But what if we take the metaphor one more step? Can we learn from an analysis of the geometry of a simple box? How do standardized approaches to education create a single floor that becomes the de facto reality for most students, whether they are scrambling to achieve it or bored out of their minds? How do the confines of a traditional class period put up walls that prevent genuine questioning and open-ended exploration? How does the ceiling squash all hope from a child who is engaged, developing natural gifts, and flirting with greatness in their particular lane?
Let’s talk about it. I’d love to hear your thoughts and your experience both inside boxes and breaking out of them.
