As a classroom teacher who believes in rigorous, critical thinking in a student-centered classroom, questions are my lifeline. They birth life in my relationships with students, classroom management, learning, and teacher reflection; they birth growth.
Questions are warm invitations, written with elegant calligraphy, welcoming students into a relationship built on mutual trust, respect, and care rather than an externally-mandated, punishment-based power hierarchy.
Are you ok today? That behavior came out of nowhere? What’s going on?
Questions are the echoing slam of a door in a innocent but misguided face, closing off the entrance to poor choices and hurtful voices.
Is that a good decision? How did that hurt your colleague? How is this damaging to yourself?
Questions are an X-ray, illuminating toxic habits and malignant patterns.
What results are you getting? Are you happy with those results? What if we approach this in a different way?
Questions are a surgeon’s scalpel, precisely cutting away at bull shit that so often topples from the mouths of students caught red-handed being lazy.
Is this your best work? Are you proud of this?
Questions are bombs, erupting a mental war zone.
What if that character isn’t real? Isn’t this true in our own lives, and not just in literature?
Questions are a well-trained bomb squad, coming into a tense and hostile environment, carrying the burden of peace on the path to an apology.
Was I not clear? Those were poor directions, weren’t they? Did I make a false assumption?
Questions are rainshowers, a gentle mist lightly refreshing an ensemble of parched and stilted minds.
How can I make this more engaging? What interests you?
Questions are thunderstorms, wind shaking the roofs of preconceived notions, floods clearing the foundation of settled rocks, and lightning revealing glimpses of the truth in the tortured darkness.
How does this text reveal the cycle of oppression? Are you a victim in that cycle? Are you a perpetrator? How can you create change and empower yourself? Your community?
What would I do without the question?