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Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

(yeah…that little bastard in the left rear did, in fact, throw something at our hero, who is trying to take the proffered advice to 'just ignore them and they'll get bored and move on…')*

I must confess to a somewhat sordid and ego-centric motivation for my writing a post today, the second on as many days and quite out of the ordinary for this blog, at least as of late. That I never tire of writing about the benefits of the Wakefield Doctrine is not surprising, the way the mind has of turning things around in a manner at once misleading, (in the actual effects of certain behavior) and somehow obviously not what the original intention, is.

….whew!

At least my pendantric gland remains in robust good health! No, you’re right, I shouldn’t joke. This is serious.

…ok, I hear you. ( from the back of a classroom that, in my mind is as real as the plastic keys that shape the light into letters on my screen.) I hear “Hey! You’re writing about a personality theory that’s called, ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’!! Don’t worry about anyone taking this too seriously! And, since you’ve given voice to a character-in-a-visualization-of-an-idea, tell ’em what this ‘classroom’ looks like, why dont’cha.”)

Sure.

This classroom that’s providing me with a subtly engaging context for today’s discussion of the use of the Wakefield Doctrine? The desks have wrought-iron frames that are bolted to the floor, they aren’t simply uprights to support the desk and the seat. These frameworks have curves and almost classical lines, filigree in dark bronze. The desk itself is a slanted surface of wood (maybe maple… yeah, probably maple) that’s hinged along the top edge, where there continues a 3 inch level band of wood, with a groove running from left to right for pencils and a circular hole on the right side for the bottle of ink that you’ll never be given. Inside is simply space for your dotted-middle lined pad of paper, spare flash cards and a chipped-and-picked-at (for ammunition) brick of flesh-colored gum eraser. Oh, yeah and two Lindy pens well-tooth-indented.

The classroom is 5 rows across and seven deep. The nuns are nothing if they’re not orderly. In the very back of the room is what you love to hear referred to as ‘the wardrobes’… pretty much closets with folding doors and a double row of brass coat hooks. There are two doors to the corridor with windows at adult height and a single inward-tilting transom window. There is a pole in the back of the room to operate these windows. The blackboard is black and there are 4 black felt erasers (with a red and white label on the non-erasing surface) in a metal tray running along the lower edge. Across the wall, just above the blackboard are the letters of the alphabet, (capital and small) in script. Above the row of letters, in the dead center is a crucifix. The teacher’s desk is entirely wooden, and her chair does not have wheels. The floors are tile (greenish and black in a checkerboard pattern). There is a black and white clock on the inside wall, well above reach. All your friends are there…

 

hey, sorry!  wordisthenics time is over for the morning. Will try to get back later in the day. Feel free to leave any (additional) classroom details in the Comments

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

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  1. GirlieOnTheEdge says:

    Frist! :)

  2. OK. Now that I’ve read the post….don’t forget the loudspeaker to the left (or was it right) of the top of the “front” door to the classroom. You know for the announcements. Yeah! Announcements to every classroom in the school. Authority blasting out of a gargantuan loudspeaker.
    So let me tell you the story of sitting in one of your well described desks, in a first grade classroom much like the classroom you have so accurately described. The wall opposite the 2 classroom doors was pretty much windows, and at the top, were those transom windows. What one of us 6 year olds didn’t want to be chosen for the honor of using that long pole to open and close those windows? Pick me! Pick me! lol
    [My first grade class became infamous. By the 6th grade we were dubbed “incorrigible” by one of the parish priests.]
    One sunny, normal, kids will be kids day, my first grade teacher, Sr. Cedric, had had enough. She told us she couldn’t take our misbehaving and whatever it was, anymore and that she was leaving. She instructed one of us kids to pull the shades down halfway and then to open the transom windows. After this was done, she walked towards the door, turned out the lights and proceeded to leave her first grade classroom. Yes. She shut the door behind her.
    Yes! The drama continued when, after what seemed like a very long time, (time enough for kids to start crying) the voice of the Principal sounded out of the loudspeaker telling us how we had caused the very good Sr. Cedric to leave us…..

    I don’t mean to offend anyone, but tell me this was not a rogerian thing to do?!

    Man, what I wouldn’t have given to have had a 1st grade primer of the Wakefield Doctrine!
    Hey, I’m a clark. What can I say:)