Gender · Sunday April 11, 2010 by Julie
I showed up at the K-8 school to teach creative writing, a malleable class with a changing number of students. “Why don’t you send me the students who are independent writers,” I said. “Don’t worry if they can actually write, I just want them to be okay with pencil and paper.” My class consisted of all the girls and none of the boys.
Later in the day, the science teacher and I, as art teacher, asked the kids to choose between our classes for the afternoon. He would set off an explosion in the sandbox and I would give kid the supplies needed to illustrate one of their stories. All the girls came with me, all the boys went with him.
