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I Make My Own Bacon: How I Learned to Love Assessment

What’s more, I want the assessment of their learning to be as real as botulism.

I was asked by the ineffable @mctownsley to share my experiences aboard the SBG Express with a class he was teaching about modern assessment practices. The kicker: the participants were all local Iowa teachers. This was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.

“You’re an expert, as long as you’re 100 miles from home.” They say.

Clause not met. These are teachers in the districts in my area. These are teachers whose students play my students in football. (and who we mercilessly crush — Go Spartans!) Needless to say, there are no smoke and mirrors here. This puts a little more stress on ye ol’ guest speaker to be meaningful and applicable; these people could be my colleagues.

So, I did what I always do when I have to talk to people about teaching: I bring up bacon. Everyone loves bacon. Even vegetarians at least recognize the transcendental state that bacon elicits. I love bacon so much that I make my own.

You know how Alton Brown says, “you should develop a close relationship with your butcher/baker/candlestick maker/sommelier/fishmonger/etc…”? I’m the guy that listens; I have an organic pork farmer, and we email regularly.

Producing my own bacon is a relatively new thing for me, so I remember the learning process vividly. First, I had to find a trustworthy source for a recipe/explanation. Luckily, serendipity brought me into social contact with one of my wife’s student’s parents, who was currently taking a tour through a whole hog that he had recently purchased. Sources, check.

Next I had to learn the chemistry. You’d think this would be a snap for a science teacher, but you’d also be surprised about how little of what you learn is truly applicable. If I ever get to teach chemistry, bacon making will be a unit, you can bet the organic farm on that.

Next, to nitrite or not to nitrite? (Fun Fact! “Nitrite Free” bacon from the store is not free of nitrites. They use celery juice, which has more naturally occurring nitrites than the amount that would normally be added. The FDA has some seriously jacked up rules about labeling, so they can lie right through the plastic at you, and you can feel safe.) The moral of the story is that you can’t really make stress-free bacon without a little nitrite, it makes sure that the bacterium responsible for botulism gets the axe.

Aside’s aside: If you’re worried about your nitrite intake, perhaps you should first be worried by the fact that you’re eating enough bacon to be worried by your nitrite intake.

Then came the curing, the waiting, the drying, the smoking, and FINALLY the glorious-rapture-esque-OMG-I-can’t-believe-I’ve-been-living-a-lie BLT.

I now walk by the bacon section at my grocery store with contempt. Part of me wants to smuggle in some of my bacon and just leave it in their cooler case marked, “Unwitting Taste Buds: Free!”

Where’s the assessment in this? The tasting, obviously.

What’s an even better analogy, is that curing your own meat can be dangerous. If I do it wrong, I kill my family with any number of food-borne illnesses. This is assessment. A real assessment, and this is what I want for my students. I want them to see something, a question, a goal, a project, an inkling, and I want them to want the knowledge as much as I wanted bacon making skills. What’s more, I want the assessment of their learning to be as real as botulism.

The Responsibility Monster:

High Schoolers are more responsible, more abstract, and just plain more than society gives them credit for. They recognize real issues. They have real curiosities. They have real lusts and desires, and yet we tell them they’re infants.

Our assessment practices are no different. “Learn this because it’s good for you,” we prattle. They think, “I’m not so sure, the only reason I needed to know about parabolas was for this class, so if the only reason I need to know about the number e is for the next one, I just won’t take that one.” That line of thought breaks my heart, and I hear it every year.

Furthermore, I want the assessments that my class and I employ to be natural and genuine. I don’t want to give a quiz because “it’s about time” I want to give a quiz because it’s the best way to find out where my kids are, and where they need to be headed. My first bacon was a little too salty, next time I’m going to use more sugar in the dry cure. There’s no difference between that and, “Timmy, why did you employ the second derivative test here instead of the first? How can you identify which to use in the future?”

This is why a philosophy like SBG is so important for a more natural classroom. When assessment becomes more than a grim reaper of grades, and becomes something both students and teachers welcome as information gathering, that’s when you’ve made it. You’ve made the currency of your classroom about learning, and the points are just placeholders. Hallelujah.

The students will finally adopt the responsibility you’ve been thrashing about trying futilely to teach (and grade). They do it because they know that their grades aren’t damning, their grades are now dynamic and actually tied to what they know. If respecting that isn’t coupled to maturity and responsibility, then I’ll go back to flaccid McDonald’s bacon. All of my students from freshmen to seniors all say the same thing, “This [SBG] let’s me show you what I know, not how well I can do on your tests.”

So, I implore you, please stop making students organize notebooks your way. If it’s so important, they’ll figure out the best way for them. Stop grading homework. If it’s so important, they’ll figure out how much they need to do.

Please respect your students enough to reward them for remediation, don’t punish them for having a sticking point. If they cure the bacon wrong, it will taste bad, and they’ll get a stomach ache.

No one gave me any points for measuring the saltpeter correctly, but I still did it. Chew on that.

Finally, if you’d like to know more about the waning art of curing and smoking, I would recommend the book “Charcuterie” by Micheal Ruhlman and Brian Polcyn. Can you say “Duck Prosciutto?” I knew you could!

Shawn Cornally • July 11, 2010


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