The sudden silence when the music ended and the insistence of his stomach to be fed woke Mori from his light doze. That and the eyes watching him.
“Mitsukuni, it is rude to stare.”
“Taka!"
Mori cracked open his eyes.
With his fingers pressed to his lips as if to keep his excitement from spilling over into loud squeals, the delight of the golden boy was evident.
Quietly, not wanting to disturb Haruhi cuddled up tight against him, he asked, "Time?"
"Nearly nine. The others are stirring.” Hani crept closer and gestured at Haruhi. “What… how?"
"Later."
Mori glanced down when Haruhi’s breathing changed and tilted his head towards the exit, urging Hani to leave them alone. She would be mortified if someone found them like this.
Giggling and nodding, Hani rushed toward the stairs but not before pulling out his phone and taking a picture.
Mori rolled his eyes, hoping Hani would be discreet about showing it to anyone.
When Haruhi sighed, he closed his eyes and played possum. He wanted to give her a chance to compose herself, knowing this would fluster her, but he was also curious to see what she would do given the opportunity.
She inhaled deeply, wiggling a little as she stretched herself awake. Her hand rested on his chest, but her fingers flexed, pressing into his muscles, exploring in tentative little strokes.
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I'll let you in on a secret. I have a doctorate in education, but the field’s basically just a 100 years old. We don’t really know what we’re doing. Our scholarly understanding of how learning happens is like astronomy 2000 years ago.
Most classroom practice is astrology.
Before the late 19th century, no human society had ever attempted to formally educate the entire populace. It was either aristocracy, meritocracy, or a blend. And always male.
We’re still smack-dab in the middle of the largest experiment on children ever done.
Most teachers perpetuate the “banking” model (Freire) used on them by their teachers, who likewise inherited it from theirs, etc.
Thus the elite “Lyceum” style of instruction continues even though it’s ineffectual with most kids.
What’s worse, the key strategies we’ve discovered, driven by cognitive science & child psychology, are quite regularly dismissed by pencil-pushing, test-driven administrators. Much like Trump ignores science, the majority of principals & superintendents I’ve known flout research.
Some definitions:
Banking model --> kids are like piggy banks: empty till you fill them with knowledge that you're the expert in.
Lyceum --> originally Aristotle's school, where the sons of land-owning citizens learned through lectures and research.
Things we (scholars) DO know:
-Homework doesn't really help, especially younger kids.
-Students don't learn a thing from testing. Most teachers don't either (it's supposed to help them tweak instruction, but that rarely happens).
-Spending too much time on weak subjects HURTS.
Do you want kids to learn? Here's something we've discovered: kids learn things that matter to them, either because the knowledge and skills are "cool," or because .... they give the kids tools to liberate themselves and their communities.
Maintaining the status quo? Nope.
Kids are acutely aware of injustice and by nature rebellious against the systems of authority that keep autonomy away from them.
If you're perpetuating those systems, teachers, you've already freaking lost.
They won't be learning much from you. Except what not to become. Sure, you can wear them down. That's what happened to most of you, isn't it? You saw the hideous flaw in the world and wanted to heal it. But year after numbing year, they made you learn their dogma by rote.
And now many of you are breaking the souls of children, too.
For what?
It's all smoke and mirrors. All the carefully crafted objectives, units and exams.
WE. DON'T. KNOW. HOW. PEOPLE. LEARN.
We barely understand the physical mechanisms behind MEMORY. But we DO know kids aren't empty piggy banks. They are BRIMMING with thought.
The last and most disgusting reality? The thing I hear in classroom after freaking classroom?
Education is all about capitalism.
"You need to learn these skills to get a good job." To be a good laborer. To help the wealthy generate more wealth, while you get scraps.
THAT is why modern education is a failure.
Its basic premise is monstrous.
"Why should I learn to read, Dr. Bowles?"
Because reading is magical. It makes life worth living. And being able to read, you can decode the strategies of your oppressors & stop them w/ their own words.
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Bedlam knew the moment it stepped into the room that there was no maintenance specialist and came out of the shadows, shield flickering into life as he placed himself in front of the woman. The weapon discharged, sending the Keeper disguised as a human flying backward into a display.
Everything shattered and crashed to the ground including the disguise the Keeper wore, revealing the long spindly limbs and skinny body.
The woman gasped.
He glanced back long enough to make sure she was okay before a strong sniff warned him it wasn’t the only Keeper in the store.
Two more came at him as the other woman - Margaret - started to scream. He shot one and threw the other into the wall when it leapt at him.
The first crawled bleeding out of the mess of pottery, but Bedlam shot it before it could attack again.
Then a crash sounded behind him.
He whipped around.
A Sargon had fallen through the ceiling, sending debris pouring down on Pixie.
Bedlam shot the third Keeper as he raced back into the stockroom in time to yank the woman away from the lizard lunging at her. His fist connected with the creature’s face before a quick sequence of buttons activated his boots, and he kicked the Sargon through the back wall of her shop.
“Call Jol!” he barked at her, dragging Pixie by the arm into the gallery where Margaret was still screaming.
“How the hell do I let them talk me into these things?"
Her insistence on acting like nothing happened placed her in this predicament. It wasn’t wholly the fault of the twins.
She sighed before letting her red dress fall to the floor. Unhooking her corset thingy – apparently called a bustier – Haruhi dropped it to the couch and glanced at the overhead camera.
Kyoya informed Hikaru via text that he had taken over the security booth of the hotel and disabled the camera for the next ten minutes while she dressed. The Shadow King was back in control, and – surprisingly – the thought made her feel better. Kyoya didn’t make mistakes, and those who worked for him only did so once. He expected perfection and, more often than not, received it.
If he said the cameras were off, they were off.
Haruhi sighed and stared at the bronze fabric that gleamed gold and copper.
When Hikaru showed her the dress, she nearly had a stroke.
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