Breaking Barriers

This year, after my very positive experience at the Olin college of how interactions outside the classroom and a more humane approach strengthens the educational process, I have been running my Linear Algebra course in quite a different manner. Considering the larger number of students and limited hours as well as based on my reading of how people learn, I have zeroed in the following. The experience is highly positive, I can see that my students are happier, more open to learning and friendlier. Here are some highlights of my course.

Every lecture we start with check-ins where 3 to 4 students volunteer to share what makes them happy or sad on the given day.  The process takes less than 10 minutes. Sometimes I also participate in sharing. This has multiple positive effects.  

  1. I get to know about the class psyche, their likes, dislikes, interests, if there is something that bothers or distracts them on that particular day, it becomes apparent.
  2. We usually get to laugh at one or the other idiosyncrasy of the class, usually it is a gripe about some test or submissions.
  3. We discuss some new information, be it a rock band, movie or sport.
  4. Students become more attentive and less distracted during this time, as it is about them.

Often, though not always, I show a short video clip (5 minutes or so), at the start of the class. I have shown, ballet, sports (cycling by Danny McAskill are amazing videos), Ted, music, Mr. Bean and similar videos so far. The advantages are,

  1. It helps improve language skills of the class.
  2. Improves general knowledge.
  3. My students are happy and relaxed and ready to start learning.

 In most lectures I try to involve as many students as possible by asking questions and inviting comments. This often takes the class in some very interesting domains. As can be seen from my lecture notes on github.

I initiate more discussions on social issues, like gender stereotypes, social taboos etc, I have found my students to be quite mature.

  Once we also played an impromptu game, of throwing a ball around to the person coming up with the best answer or comment in the class (This was a bit tricky, could have gone out of hands, but questions were reasonably challenging and the light interactions kept everyone attentive).

We laugh a lot more, sometimes on my stupidity (I once collected kids in my family and took them to watch “Ramleela” thinking that a movie with poetry by Meghani has to be nice), sometimes on remarks from the students.

What is totally weird is that my classes require much less preparations (I feel almost guilty about this) run quite spontaneously and for once we all feel that we are working towards the same goal of learning and enjoying the process.

 

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Feedbacks

I had an interesting experience concerning students feed-backs at Olin college that I would like to recount here. A team of students in the course “Quantitative Engineering Analysis”, QEA for short, was highly frustrated due to problems in their Mathematica code, so I sat with them to sort out the errors. The students repeatedly stated  “the problem with  Mathematica is that it does not say where exactly the error is, it just says that there is an error and then it stops working”.  Their claim appeared correct, as all my simple tests of parts of their code worked fine, but when we ran their code, the software refused to proceed and did not even inform as to where exactly the error was. The team had some Greek symbols as variables and one of the students remarked that a symbol looked different at two different places, so we decided to do away with Greek symbols as variables and chose plain English symbols instead and bingo, the code was back on track.

However their lament about the software not pointing out the location of errors started a different thought process for me. A week or two before the incident, the team leader Paul, had asked the students to give their feedback on how the course was progressing but only a few students actually gave their feedback, then Paul made an impassioned appeal to students to be more interactive so that the teaching team can make any required course correction effectively. This worked, student started voicing their concerns in constructive manner and overall the lab hours became more friendly and happier.

The Mathematica incident gave me an opportunity to re-emphasize Paul’s point. I communicated with one of the students, writing, look the way it is very frustrating to work with a software which keeps throwing errors without pointing out the source of errors, or suggestions on how those errors can be corrected, similarly  It is very frustrating to the teaching team leader if you keep lamenting that the course is not working out well for you, without pointing out what exactly is the trouble and giving suggestions on how possibly the teaching team may handle the issue.

I am reminded of this issue, as the course feedback are in progress at Ahmedabad university and I recounted the incident to my Linear Algebra class today to encourage them to give precise and constructive feedback. I believe the argument is valid for all kinds of feedback processes.

Right Words

The Ahmedabad University holds a regular event “Nalanda” where experts from outside the university engage students and faculty members in conversation. I have attended only one of them so far, the one with Mr. Anil Gupta. I have always admired him because he actually walks the talk. He walks in his Shodhyatra to the remote parts of India in harsh climates, looking for innovations and traditional knowledge in rural India.

His insight that the use of right words changes how one lives one’s life is something I couldn’t agree more with. Instead of saying “this table does not move”, say, “I am unable to move this table”. Instead of saying “My staff is not getting engaged in the goals I set”, say “I am unable to engage my staff in the goals I set”. Instead of saying “nobody gives me proper feedback”, say “I am unable to read the writing on the walls”.

What is interesting and amusing to me is that even people who claim to give very high importance to use of correct words, end up mis-reading. I don’t want to insult or cause harm but I am thoroughly amused. Thanks for the drama and entertainment.

Who Am I? A poem

When I was in the first year of master’s program, I used to teach mathematics to a class 12th girl. I used to bicycle down to almost the end of the city in those days early in the morning, at about 5 am or so.  My family did not really need the money by then, my father had got a promotion and my brother had started his first job. The whole exercise was to make me a self-reliant and tough woman. In those days I wrote the following poetry

I am

The freezing blood

In the cold wintry winds

In the morning

That is,

The toughned

Cracked skin

Of a boy

Sleeping on the sidewalk

That is,

The enjoyment

Of the wounds,

Caused by

Mindless, sharp edged

Careless words

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The original Gujarati version is given in the photograph. I used to earn the handsome amount of Rs. 800 a month from that tuition. The first thing I bought from my earnings was a book in mathematical physics. When my father’s friend, Vyas kaka asked me what the book was, I jokingly told him it was my Ramayana. He got quite enthused by my answer and asked me which version of Ramayana it was etc.. The book was more important to me than any Ramayana.

Then one day when I was angry with myself and the world, I threw my poetry notebook on the rooftop. To soak in the rain and burn in the sun. What makes (made) you angry ?

A one sample survey

On 5th Feb. I attended a talk on maternal health in construction workers. Several  thoughts occurred to me which I note in this personal account.

This dates back to the year 2000 when I was expecting my baby, I was 31 then and according to my then doctor at the Nazareth hospital in Allahabad I needed to take extra care of myself and not continue my post-doc fellowship.  Now one of my strong opinion has been that

PREGNANCY IS A NORMAL PROCESS, IT IS NOT A DISEASE.

So I neglected my doctor’s advice and went to continue my post-doc at Regensburg, Germany. Matthias and Liz were my wonderful hosts and  equal believers in normalcy of pregnancy. I still remember that Matthias picked me up at the railway station and dropped me to my apartment and with fatherly affection watched me carrying my not so light suitcase up the stairs. Sasha, my collaborator on the other hand used to be overly caring. Some advice samples:

“ Don’t carry that heavy book, I shall carry it for you”

“Don’t sit so close to the computer, it will damage your eyes”

“Let me carry your plate back”

“Don’t drink flavored drinks” (a stranger had given me a bottle at a cafeteria as a mark of friendship, I poured it down the sink)

Apparently similar advise also went to Misha’s wife, who was also expecting. When Murthy asked how I was getting along with Sasha, my reply was “He has been mothering me”. Actually he was worse than my mother, even my mother would not have been so much concerned about me. I swum regularly, visited Paris and climbed up the Effiel  tower  and took a bus to the hospital several days after my baby was due. It used to be fun to answer in negative numbers when people asked “when are you due?”.

However the main point for this blog is about a survey I took. I returned to India in June about a month before my son was due and started visiting Nazareth again. My friend who is a nurse had advised me to go to a charity hospital, as “they shall not keep you longer than they need to”. I have found that advice quite meaningful. The doctors were very busy, often seeing 2 or 3 patients at a time. The visits were highly educative.

At the time, a researcher who was studying nutrition in pregnant women asked me if I shall fill up survey forms for her regularly. I readily agreed. What was unexpected was that the doctor I was seeing tried to guide what I should fill into the form. She suggested that I should write, I eat frequent small meals during the day. As a researcher I respect facts and so did not give-in to the doctors suggestion.

When I was listening to the seminar several thoughts came to my mind. I list them here,

  • The speaker seemed to imply that people in lower income group have less human values: In my experience people in lower income groups have more human values than middle class. For, for them interacting with others is a major part of their activity. Dominique Lapierre in the “city of joy” seems to agree with me, so does Obama in his autobiography.
  • While showing data about research it is more meaningful to show actual number of samples than percentages. 10 out of 50 is more meaningful than 20% of samples. In my example if I say 100% of women were influenced by their doctors to mis-represent  their food habits. I shall not be wrong.
  • The speaker compared the values with the best in the distribution. Sure Tamilnadu and Kerala lead in medical infrastructure and access. Comparisons should be done with the average or as a good teacher of mine suggested with median.
  • Shortcoming of the study need to be honestly accepted, research is not a race. One’s work becomes more credible if one can point out the areas where more work would help. So instead of saying, I have taken into account all possible causes, which is next to impossible one may identify the problem areas. In my mind there were two major problem areas,
  •        There are genetic factors involved, people coming from harsher climates like              deserts and mountains may have a skewed health indicators, as survival                        requires it.
  •         Demography decides nutrition and so participants have already started out                with good or bad health which had nothing to do with their work conditions.

Such factors are very difficult to incorporate, especially when the study size is mere 50 with 3-4 demography present.

  • Again in my one sample study, when a big complex was being built opposite my house one of the favorite pastime of my husband’s students who visited often and had dinner (Pratik, Ratnik, Guneshwar, Purushottam, you guys had so much fun in my absence) was to sit on the steps of our house and listen to the bhajans being sung by the construction workers. They appeared to be socially richer than the upper middle class people in our gated community complex.

I value the hard work put in by the researcher. There certainly needs to be more work in the area. I list out my concerns only because I think they may be of value. I can never thank enough peple who do good work. Thank You.

Embarrassed at a starred hotel

This one is an interesting real life story dating many years back. One of my Colleagues  Stephanie Reimann (Now at Lund University) had organised a conference in Trento in Italy while I was a postdoc with Matthias Brack at the university of Regensburg in Germany. Matthias drove three of us, me, his student Christian and himself to Trento. We were to stay outside the city at a pension. However a senior researcher, Prof. Rajat Bhaduri had to cancel his visit due to a small accident, so his room at a starred hotel fell vacant. Matthias wanted to stay away from the city to keep his car safe in view of an upcoming soccer match and possible vandalism in case Italy got defeated, hence I ended up taking over the room vacated by Rajat at a starred hotel in Trento.

Day 1: I got ready, dressed in my favorite blue-green checked cotton shirt and pants and went down for breakfast. Once in the dining hall I found to my utter amazement that all the waiters/waitresses were dressed in the exact same  blue-green shirts. I had a great breakfast laughing away silently to mine and the staff’s amusement.

Some embarrassments in life are unavoidable, one might as well be amused by them.

The conference was a nice one, I met Hans Hanson who introduced me to the “transgressing the boundaries” article by Alan Sokal. Had a lot of discussions on Hofstadter, logic , science and education with Vidar Gudmundsen and  a nice chat with Prof. Ben Mottelson on five fold symmetry and overlapping tiles. Traveled around with Muoi Chan and Christian. An interesting connection is that Vidar had worked on Hofstadter’s butterfly and Hofstadter had been a post-doc at the University of Regensburg. There was also a Greek researcher present, who was from Crete, to whom I joyfully recounted Epinemides paradox. One does wonder if all such incidents are pure coincidences or is there more to it ? Though I don’t quite understand it (or that is one reason), this tweet on singularity does look interesting.

The conference had a lot of seafood for lunch so I often took a bus out to the city and had some nice Pizza, accompanied by curious and chatty waitresses.

 

In honor of Teachers

I keep hearing snide remarks about the ability and motivation that today’s teachers have and THAT makes my blood boil. The remarks usually come from those who have too many privileges, have seen very little of rural India and done null or very low quality research of any kind. I know I suffer from limited context, but yet I am confident that I have seen enough and I am qualified to comment.

I come from a family of teachers. Both my parents were teachers for some length of time. So are many members of my extended family. Bacause of the financial problems faced by my family I have studied in munciple and other not so high quality schools (How my father used to dream of putting me in an expensive convent school). Most of the teachers I have seen in Gujarat, even in those low lying places are genuinely interested in student learning. Even more than 4 decades back, I have never seen corporal punishment in action. I have seen teachers with such high level of empathy which may put many prof.s with big degrees to shame.

Let me recount some of my favorites in brief. One of the strongest impression a teacher had made on me was a widow in a white saree, Jayaben. May parents who did not believe in personal tutions, asked me to get tutored by her for an hour everyday. I did not really need it. I was doing well at studies. Jayaben lived in a small room, my memory tells me it was about 10 by 6 feet. A primus stove on one side, bed on the other, a relative’s kid on the bed. What attracted me to her was her politeness. She was so nice to all the kids at school, some of whom had illiterate parents, no footwear, towels in place of sweaters, most were dirty and had limited language skills. She was equally nice to all. Her memory makes me feel good.

Then there were Mr. Aghera and  Mr. Oza, (I have started forgetting the names but not the people) both of them cared for the students and had excellent teaching abilities. However there were two teachers who were not officially my teachers in any subject, who taught me quite a lot. One I have never known the name of. Let us call him Mr. AB. Mr. AB was a teacher in one of the posh schools of the town, I was about 9 or 10 then. I saw him one day in the street, being followed by a bunch of kids. Some were asking him for a story, others were asking him for candies. It appears that that was his regular routine. Distributing stories and candies to the underprivileged.

The other teacher was my class teacher at the G T school In Rajkot, Mr. Chhaya. He was a commerce teacher and so did not teach anything to us science students officially. However he kept posting very interesting problems everyday on the notice board. Anyone was allowed to walk into his office at anytime and he would drop whatever he was doing to talk to the student. I was new in the city, was struggling with my English skills. He was such a great teacher to provide support which went a very long way towards building my Math and Science skills. There were many more but it is not possible to enlist all experiences. But I end with our beloved Raju sir, the physics teacher at KVKV Rajkot.

I was in class 11th. He had joined new in the school. I remember his first class, he was teaching about the Galileo’s experiment on determining velocity of light using eclipse of Jupiter’s moons. He asked everyone to take notes. I hate taking notes but since the teacher had asked there was no go. I did not follow his pronunciations so the notes were complete muddles. In another class again when everyone was taking notes, in protest I closed my eyes and kept writing. At the end of the class he said Mitaxi, give me your notes, we shall use them to build the model. I handed my notes over, shame-faced, they were not too bad even with closed eyes. He made  models, was gentle with the students, allowed me to ask as many questions as I wanted. I remember that at times other students would get annoyed and ask me to stop questioning, so that the class could proceed.

I have seen teachers who would stay with a paralyzed girl in hospital (victim of domestic violence), teachers who would go those extra miles to support and teach often giving up their family lives. They build lives, create a better society. So when some highly educated prof. says teachers don’t do much, what I actually want to do is scream. Not mine, my teachers have been very nice to me, probably yours were not, that is why you have ended up being such an insecure, un-trusting being. Sorry for the outburst but it is quite liberating.

(It is dialogues that help us become better, do contribute your thoughts)

Why is that, that not many people “like” this blog, or “follow” it ? I guess “this” reality is not as much fun as fiction or sex to most, that is why.