The first full week of pandemic unschool is on the books in Brooklyn. Currently, ALC-NYC is at level one of our Covid-19 plan, which includes both zoom-based offerings and pods - groups of up to 7 kids and 1 facilitator - which meet outside, up to two days a week, for no-contact, socially-distant activities. A lot of folks ask me what pods are like and all I can say is that Prospect Pod, so far, is 3 teens and me, meeting up, deciding what we’d like to do today, and wrestling with the familiar question: is it okay to do nothing? Everything feels so different, yet some self-directed struggles never go away.
We didn’t start out with nothing, of course. On Tuesday, when we set the intention to walk around and get familiar with the park, pod looked like walking almost five miles through Prospect Park, finding two waterfalls, naming trees and getting lost, swapping showtunes and best practices for pink hair dye. We are mostly new to each other, and we had a good introductory day; we agreed to repeat it on Wednesday.
The next morning, we all arrived footsore and a little sleepy. I proposed we start by going over pod plans and intention-setting practices; the teens agreed, so we found a spot near the Long Meadow and chatted about consent, looked at the details of ALC-NYC’s plan on our phones, and discussed what our family pods look like: what risks we’re able to take on, and what precautions we’re practicing. It was a short and productive talk, and soon we moved on to intention setting.
Intention setting is a cornerstone of our praxis at ALC-NYC; its importance articulated in the agile root “learning happens in cycles of intention, action, reflection and sharing.”
In practice, the contents of our daily intentions are less important than the practice of setting them and reflecting on them. Intention setting (like all of education) is about anchoring your self in time - what does your present self want your future self to have experienced or accomplished?
So on Wednesday morning we went around and started our intentions for the day: have a consent and covid check-in and share a guidebook (me) and return to the waterfall, listen to music in a meadow, eat breakfast (teens). Then we did all those things! (Minus the meadow - we listened to music near the dog beach instead.) We ate breakfast in a stand of nine elms - some of the last survivors of a terrible invasive fungus, according to the book. We learned the names of some of the places we had been the day before - the Nethermead Arches and Lullwater and the Binnen Bridge. We retraced our steps to Ambergill Falls in the Ravine. We found a relatively clean public bathroom. We walked less than the day before.
By 12:45 we found ourselves sitting in the traffic circle, intentions complete, lunch finished, and totally out of momentum. And then, we did nothing. Or at least, something that looked like nothing.
You might have a strong reaction to this. I did, and it’s my job. In these moments, I worry I’m not doing enough, as a facilitator. As I watched all three teens, each masked, sitting on their own bench, scrolling their phones or rooting through their bags or just looking around, I was worried they were bored, or that we were wasting time. My impulse was to swoop in, offer activities, start a brainstorm, move us along. But I ignored my worries, resisted that impulse.
Instead, I asked if they wanted to do something else, or if they were feeling content here. Their replies were lukewarm and indifferent - not enough information to move us. So I decided I was going to be okay with us doing nothing until the end of the day. I told them to let me know if they changed their minds and want to do something else. Then I pulled out a pen and sketchbook, and began to try and draw pigeons.
Forty five minutes into it one of the teens asked, “Are we going back to the park?”
“Do you want to?” I replied, peering at her. “We can.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t-- I was just asking-- it’s fine--” she responded, shrinking back into herself.
“Okay,” I said, light and cheerful. “We can keep sitting here if you want, this is also good.” I paused for a moment, to see if she would say anything else. She didn’t; I went back to my drawing.
We spent a total of an hour and a quarter in the traffic circle doing nothing and it was the best possible thing we could have done. If you’re still having a strong negative reaction to that, let me remind you of a few things.
First of all: it’s okay to do nothing. People do not have to be doing something in every moment to have value. Children are people.
Second, it’s okay not to know what you want to do at every moment! This practice - making an intention to do something and then doing it - sounds dangerously easy, which is part of what makes it so hard.
Think of yourself, on the first day of your vacation. You can do anything. How does the sheer volume of choice feel? Overwhelming? Probably. Well it is for kids, too. When we are offered the opportunity to self-direct our own choices after a long time of having our actions dictated to us, we are bound to feel a little overwhelmed by the options.
This is where I can step in to help, as a facilitator, by limiting options to a menu of choices that I can see. But there’s a danger to that, especially in relationship with new kids. The danger is that the choices available to me in my adult perspective will limit (or preclude entirely!) an enticing possibility that needs some time to fully form in this young person’s mind, or might take some time to muster the courage to speak into existence.
The timidity with which that teen shrunk herself is characteristic of a pattern I’ve noticed in lots of young people, six months into this pandemic. After spending so much time in tiny New York City apartments with well-meaning adults who have been asking them to keep quiet, I am not surprised to see it. It makes sense to me that after all that experience, they would feel a little wary about taking up too much space, even as I encourage them to do just that.
After all, they don’t know me! I’m just a pink haired stranger who claims to be there to “support them in whatever they want to do.” A lot of adults say that when they don’t mean it. I would be suspicious of me, in their place. I recognize that trust is earned, and I’m happy to earn it by sitting here, patient, with them. I trust their yes - they really are content, sitting in this traffic circle right now - and their no - if they don’t want to do this anymore, they will tell me and I will move accordingly.
Because most importantly: we are out here sitting quietly in this traffic circle because there is still a global pandemic unfolding around us, in an increasingly hostile and unstable political era, and we are doing what we can. We are out here sitting quietly in this traffic circle because our community has decided that it is not safe to be in the space we usually occupy, sharing each other’s germs, and that mutual care, consent, and communication are all things we value; we are practicing learning and speaking our own needs. We are out here sitting quietly in this traffic circle because it is a beautiful September day and we are alive, learning to be people who move through uncertain futures in ways that get our needs met, and the needs of others in our communities.
Today, we’ve completed all of our intentions, already; we are choosing to spend this extra time resting our bodies and practicing trust-building outside, where we can interact with each other safely and admire a flock of pigeons and other New Yorkers in their fall finery. I feel clear that I have acted with integrity as a facilitator. Next time, I think, maybe I’ll prep some trust-building games we can play if this happens again. Our time is coming to a close. We circle up and reflect on what we did today - to list our completed intentions.
“Hey,” says one of them, as we conclude. “Next week can we have a check-in before pod days, so we can decide what to do and we don’t just wind up sitting for a long time? This was fine - I just want to do something else next time.”
“Yes,” I say. “We can do that if you want.”