The Olden Days
I was going to call this blog entry “The Old Days” but then I realized that wasn’t the way it would have been pronounced back then. ‘Olden’ is the old way we said it. So that’s how I’ll say it now because I am going to demonstrate that
- I’m old.
- I’m not smart.
The way I’m going to show that I’m old is that I am going to claim that I know about things that happened a long time ago from first-hand knowledge, as opposed to only reading about them.
I will prove that I’m not smart because I’m going to talk about the olden days even though I know that nobody listens when people talk about them. If people do listen, it’s only because they have to, as in, “Listen to your elders!” In that case, though, they aren’t really listening. Instead of listening they are actually thinking, “When will this be over?” This, of course, is how it used to be in school in the olden days when the teacher did all of the talking and students sat up straight “listening.” This form of discourse is known as ‘the lecture method’ which was the dominant form of talk in classrooms in the olden days. Modern teachers are concerned about things like ‘engagement’ and ‘meaning’ whereas in the olden days teachers had no such concerns. They didn’t care if students learned anything. The main things teachers cared about in the olden days was whether students were listening, which meant they had their eyes open.
In the olden days parents didn’t have as many things to worry about as they do now. This is true because in the olden days parents could not buy their kids bottled water to drink. The very idea of buying water would have been regarded as insane. People would have thought, “BUY WATER!? Go use the faucet!” The “conversation” would have been over, and the older people could have resumed lecturing.
The other thing that parents and teachers didn’t have to worry about in the olden days was safety. Safety wasn’t invented until sometime during the 1980’s. The gym teacher and I were talking about this the other day. We realized that in the olden days athletes didn’t get to drink water on hot days. First of all, there were no such things as water bottles (which might explain why there wasn’t any bottled water). The other reason we couldn’t drink water during practice on hot days was that people thought that you would get stomach cramps and be unable to play. If you got hurt playing a sport in the olden days, you didn’t get to see a physical therapist. You got “taped up” and put back in the game. But of course, tape doesn’t work for stomach cramps, so we learned to endure cotton mouth and verbal abuse from older people who took advantage of the fact that we couldn’t talk.
Nowadays we think that teachers should teach so that students actually learn things. We have things like ‘curriculum’ and ‘testing’ to see if this is happening. These weren’t necessary when students had cotton mouth and could only listen. Back then, everyone knew that if kids were listening that was good enough. They didn’t care what kids thought. Now we encourage kids to TALK and ask questions, which in the olden days were punishable offenses. Teachers in schools now have to be “conversational” so that we can “individualize” and “meet each child’s needs.”
Now that I’ve proven that I am old and not smart, feel free to use any of the above information to help you ignore what I had to say. Thanks for “listening”.

Artichoke wrote,
Ahh Doug,
Think you would thrive in Auckland - where some of us not only find the idea of purchasing bottled water weird - in blind tasting we prefer the taste of tap water
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/category/story.cfm?c_id=204&ObjectID=10357880
There is a great article in the latest Time Magazine on the Surprising Power of the Aging Brain - Scientists used to think intellectual power peaked at age 40. Now they know better stuff
You will love it
Link | January 13th, 2006 at 11:32 am
Clarence wrote,
Yesterday was a professional development day for teachers in Fairbanks. Students were free to sleep late, watch bad television, plunder the closets and drawers of working parents, and to celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day. No celebrating for teachers; they were being developed.
It occurred to me at day’s end that my “development” had been less painful than so many of these days have been in my long career. The likely reason for that was that rather than having to sit and listen to a lecture, we were expected to discuss learning, ask questions of each other about the ways we engage students and provide situations where they can find meaning in the world around them (and of course, improve test scores).
I didn’t come away with any life or profession chaniging revelations, but I will say that at least the district didn’t spend thousands of dollars to bring a talking head to town so she could lecture us and then go away, never to be seen again. Surely that is a change from the olden days that can’t hurt.
Link | January 17th, 2006 at 8:33 am
Doug wrote,
Hi Artichoke, I wonder if an intellectual decline is inevitable. Maybe there’s more than one peak. I’d like to think that we get more than one shot at brilliance. If there is a peak, what if we don’t recognize it and spend that time watching football?
Clarence, I didn’t come away from the professional development day with any big revelations, either. I did have a novel experience, though. Instead of a “talking head” we got to spend some time with a singing head. It was an agreeable change from the olden days.
Link | January 17th, 2006 at 10:40 am
Francine wrote,
The way I see it it less of a peak, than a deep ocean of multiple intelligences we get to explore in breadth and in depth with time if we stay connected to the stimulation that keeps our “flippers” active.
Link | January 20th, 2006 at 10:37 pm
Doug wrote,
Hi Francine. It’s good to hear from you. Your point about staying connected is important. Recognizing new patterns that connect and widen is what makes exploration so interesting.
Link | January 21st, 2006 at 12:01 pm
botts wrote,
two little things…when I was a boy….. my parents were deeply offended when my teacher sent us home to “ask our parents about the olden days”. we even had a commercially produced workbook titled, “the olden days”.
my dad is OLD, we gave him personalised licence plates for his car which read NOAH - not as a reflection of anything wet but as a direct reference to his age (we are sooooooo cruel) anyways as someone in his mid 60s who has been in the IT industry since noah was a boy (to coin a phrase) dad often talks about the idea that his brain is full and so to learn and retain new information, old information has to give way (his excuse for an alzheimer esque bad memory). but all joking aside, he really does believe this and often talks seriously about the struggle to retain new information and alternatively to retrieve old memories….
have a great day
Link | January 23rd, 2006 at 5:29 pm
Charlie wrote,
What is the difference between the sixties and the seventies
Link | February 27th, 2007 at 12:39 pm