Monthly Archive for August, 2013

Tea in the Rose Garden

Taking advantage of the long, warm afternoons, the School Staff, Mature Students and the Student Council (who have returned to the School early) met over tea in the Rose Garden. Everyone enjoyed the chance to relax and catch-up together and brownies and apple pie, freshly prepared in the school kitchen, guaranteed a good turn-out. (Photos by Mark Apted)
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2013 Annual Appeal, Thank you from Bill Taylor

We are very pleased to announce that we have reached our goal for the 2013 Annual Appeal. With still two months to go before the deadline, we have already reached our target of £100,000. This means that we will receive an additional £300,000, thanks to a generous donor. We are very grateful for all your support. It means the world to all of us here at Brockwood Park!



“In the long run, baby, you’re on your own…”, Frank McCourt

Frank McCourt, the famous author of the popular Angela’s Ashes, wrote an entertaining memoir of his time as a High School teacher in New York. Towards the end of the book McCourt writes that he is still learning and in this context he mentions Krishnamurti: “I’m reading a man named Krishnamurti and what I like about him is that he doesn’t hold himself up as a guru. […] He refuses to be a guru or wise man or anything else. He tells you, suggests, that in the long run, baby, you’re on your own.”


Inspired by Krishnamurti, he then asks students to read Thoreau’s “chilling” essay “Walking”. They discuss whether they could ever walk out the door in total freedom like Thoreau suggests. Students say, “Oh, no, they could never do that.” He continues, “When I talk to those kids I’m talking to myself. What we have in common is urgency.”

“Teacher Man” was published in 2005 by Scribner. Quotes from page 243.


Brockwood Through the Years

Over forty years ago, these four young guys stepping out on the South Lawn, are from left to right: Bradley Smith, Wolfgang Dumat, Clay Mantley and Noah Taylor. The photo was taken by student, Carlton Spencer, in June 1972, and predates the extension of the Dining Room in the background.


Furniture for Pavilions Arrived!

There is still more to come, but with this lorry load of furniture the student rooms in the Pavilions have been transformed into liveable spaces awaiting the start of the new academic year in a week’s time.
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Mature Students: Arrivals Day

Today is the day Brockwood welcomes 11 new (and 2 returning) mature students. There are 7 woman and 6 men, aged between 21 and 30, coming from 11 countries. They will be here until July of next year and will p…See More

A New School Year Begins

Yesterday teachers met together to start the work of preparing for the new academic year. Professor Eleanor Duckworth was at Brockwood for one more day after the conference ended to work closely with teachers on teaching and learning (See the very recent blog post “The Virtues of Not Knowing”—Education Conference Retrospective”).

Brockwood teachers were given the following two assignments to work on in small groups: (1) design an activity which engages the learners in the subject matter; and (2) in designing this, make sense of the learners’ understanding rather than telling them what they should learn. Afterwards they came together and presented the activities to one another. In the coming week staff will have their staff ‘retreat’ during which they will work hard to put the house together in time for student arrivals on August 30th.

554509_497205927034429_485529600_n                    Eleanor Duckworth (second from left) working with teachers.


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“The Virtues of Not Knowing”—Education Conference Retrospective

The Brockwood Park School education conference “When is Teaching? Getting In or Out of The Way at The Right Time” with emeritus Harvard University Graduate School of Education Professor, Eleanor Duckworth, took place between August 16th and 18th.


 Eleanor Duckworth

Duckworth was also one of the students and colleagues of the renown Swiss developmental psychologist Jean Piaget. According to Professor Duckworth the teacher must be ready to stand out of the way. One of the themes in her work is the virtue of not knowing, about which she has said:

“The virtues involved in not knowing are the ones that really count in the long run. What you do about what you don’t know is, in the final analysis, what determines what you will know.”

One of the chapters of her classic work entitled “The Having of Wonderful Ideas” is entitled “The Virtues of Not Knowing.” For more on her approach to teaching and learning see the following article:

Consider also the following quote from Nita G. Pettigrew, a former student of Duckworth:

“My ego is always ready to get between the students and their explorations— ‘like a robber breaking in upon their thoughts.’ I must be vigilant. To practice a pedagogy of critical exploration, a listening pedagogy, the teacher must be ready to stand out of the way.” Click the following link for the whole essay:

The conference was a great success. We had a full house which made up a motivated audience eager to explore the nature of learning. More than 50 people participated in the conference. They came from near and far.

They were joined by a committed group of volunteers, who took care of logistics: from preparing the rooms to cooking the food to doing morning jobs.

During these three days, participants delved deeply into questions on the nature of learning and also watched learning unfold in several hands-on demonstrations.

The first night, participants exchanged their burning questions and introduced one another. See the following annotated pictures which tells the story of the conference chronologically:


In this photo participants are getting to know each other and exchanging their questions in pairs.


Saturday early morning breakfast.


Sunsong and Pam taking care of business. Sunsong is helping with the overall organization and Pam is leading the team of volunteers on the ground.


Studying a poem together.

During the first Saturday morning session we studied a poem together. After reading the poem (which is what we are doing in the photo) Eleanor Duckworth asked everyone to share one observation about it with the group.

For every fifteen people or so she asked someone to read the poem out loud. What was interesting was that after each reading the meaning shifted or grew deeper and more complex.

Then she asked us about any puzzles, things we were curious about but could not make sense of, in the poem. Following that, we shared some of our interpretations of some of these puzzles with each other.

At the end she asked us to write for a few minutes about the poem, to consolidate our thoughts. Finally we shared our experience of the activity and reflected on what it revealed about teaching and learning.

By this time some of us really wanted to know who had written this lovely poem. It turned out to be a poem by Audre Lorde entitled “Progress Report”:

Progress Report

These days
when you do say hello I am never sure
if you are being saucy or experimental or
merely protecting some new position.
Sometimes you gurgle while asleep
and I know tender places still intrigue you.
when you question me on love
shall I recommend a dictionary
or myself?

You are the child of wind and ravens I created
always my daughter
I cannot recognize
the currents where you swim and dart
through my loving
upstream to your final place of birth
but you never tire of hearing
how I crept out of my mother’s house
at dawn, with an olive suitcase
crammed with books and fraudulent letters
and an unplayed guitar.

Sometimes I see myself flash through your eyes
in a moment
caught between history and obedience
that moment grows each day
before you comply
as, when did washing dishes
change from privilege to chore?
I watch the hollows deepen above your hips
and wonder if I have taught you Black enough
until I see
all kinds of loving still intrigue you
as you grow more and more
rude and tender
and unfraid.

What you took for granted once
you now refuse to take at all
even I
knock before I enter
the shoals of furious choices
not my own
that flood through your secret reading
nightly, under cover.
I have not yet seen you, but
I hear the pages rustle
from behind closed doors.


During the second session Prof. Duckworth spoke a little about her background and then left us with a problem, seen here in the photo. It goes follows:

You have a perfect tongue. The C’s stand for coffee parts and the M’s for milk parts. The C’s and M’s on the left make up one cup of coffee with milk and the C’s and M’s on the right another. You taste both cups of coffee with milk. The question to be answered is, “which one is milkier?”You can use numbers to figure it out but you can’t explain it using fractions or math. So how can you explain which one is milkier using just your perfect sense of taste?

The point of this exercise is not to find the one right answer but to experience just how difficult it is to describe something in creative ways that show that you have really understood something, rather than using formulas and fractions, which will allow you to give the right answer but don’t show whether you understand the logic and ‘truth’ behind them.


During the afternoon there were several smaller workshops which included role plays and presentations on the theme of learning and teaching. In this photo Professor Duckworth is seated next to Brockwood’s Development Director Bill Taylor.


In the first morning session on Sunday, Brockwood Trustee (and long-time former staff member) Gary Primrose took conference participants outside to the Grove.  There he asked everyone to take off their shoes so as to have a more direct contact with the land. Then participants walked around and exchanged their observations in small groups. Finally they came together in a large group to reflect on the whole experience.

During the second morning session on Sunday, conference participants watched as Professor Duckworth worked with two young students, one from the Inwoods Small School and the other, a friend of hers. The goal was to have a clear demonstration of what it means and what it looks like to get in and out of the way at the right time, while teaching.
Participants all seemed to agree that this session was the highlight of the conference as it really showed what learning and teaching can be at their best.





Eleanor Duckworth at the white board.

Tree planted in David Bohm’s memory

A few days ago, two of David and Saral Bohm’s nieces visited Brockwood. Michal Woolfson (in the middle) is a judge in Israel and her sister Helena (on the right) works in London as a Counselor. They met with Bill Taylor and with former Brockwood Academic Director and current teacher Colin Foster (on the left), who was close to David Bohm when he was here. Michal and Helena wanted to see the tree planted in David Bohm’s memory. The tree (in the background) is a sequoia and was planted in the Grove. (Photo by Bill Taylor) — atBrockwood Park.


“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”


In these photos: Brockwood’s Rose Garden, as photographed by staff member Mark Apted.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is a commonly quoted part of a dialogue in William Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet argues that the names of things do not matter, only what things “are” do. The full quotation can be read below after the pictures.

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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.