Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Friesland, Democracy & Critical Thinking


I have a strange name.
I have spent a lifetime being called everything under the sun and have particular sympathy for people whose mother tongue is other than English (which is a far cry from suggesting that native English speakers do any better with it!) Innes is a Scottish surname that my francophone relatives have a particularly tough time with - the hard ‘i’ sound tends to come out as “he”. The best way to remember it is to think of ‘Guinness’ and drop the ‘G’.
However, Innes isn’t my first name. It actually begins with a C and is an ancient name that seems anachronistic in North America, although it is still common in parts of Europe. As a kid, outside of my own family, the only times I had ever heard it used was in my Latin textbook, in the Christmas special Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, and in Planet of the Apes – the original starring Charlton Heston. See if you can figure what it is.
As an adult, my name has grown into a point of mild pride. It is interesting, tells a story, and links me with my ancestors. But for kids (including me), often unique traits are about as welcome as lice. Whether it is physical differences, ways of speaking, weird names, or family quirks, anything that moves you to the outside of the adolescent bell curve of being ‘normal’ is to be avoided or at least well-hidden.
Young people who are comfortable in their own skins, especially if they are different, are remarkably impressive. How we promote this ability is among the greatest challenges for parents, teachers and society. Because, whether the comfort comes from wisdom, courage, delusion, perspective, or arrogance, it will more than likely be a major contributor to longer-term happiness. We all know people who have spent lifetimes trying to become comfortable with who they are. Discovering (or it is developing) that comfort is one of life’s greatest gifts
My last name was created in the 1630s by my great x 10 grandfather, Jacob Jansen. He emigrated from a flooded island home call Nordstrandt (or ‘North Shore’) in Friesland to an area of New Amsterdam that is today just outside of Saratoga, New York. Once in the New World, he adopted the surname van Nordstrandt or ‘from North Shore’. Any van Nostrand or Van Ostrand or Noordstrand or other derivation is almost certainly a descendant of Jacob Jansen.
Friesland is now part of The Netherlands, Germany and Denmark, but the Friesans used to be their own nation and were intertwined with the Angles and other Germanic tribes. The distinct Friesan language and dialects still exist and I am told that Friesan culture is alive and thriving. My cousin John, who is a well-known international expert in planning and how communities interact, informed me that for much of their history in the early Middle Ages, the Friesans had neither kings nor lords and practiced democracy as the core of their societal decision-making system long before most other European powers. Indeed, they exported the idea to other nations.
Democracy is at the heart of North American and Western European society. It is impossible for me to imagine Canada being anything other than democratic. We promote it in much of what we do as a school, and it is a pillar of Round Square.
It’s hard to take issue with Churchill’s famous quote on the subject, “It has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.” However, David Brooks’ column today is a refreshing example of US-based critical thinking when it comes to political systems.
In travels over the last 20 years, there have been many questions raised in my mind about political structures. Visits over the last couple of years to places such as Peru, China, India, and Malaysia, as well as observing some of the areas of international tension have amplified these questions:   
·         Is democracy right for all societies?

·         What are the pre-requisites for successful democracy?

·         Is it essential for freedom of the press, a free-market economy, human rights, an independent judiciary and democracy to co-exist?

·         Does democracy work when society has big problems that need to be solved?

·         What is the relationship between corruption and different political systems?

·         Is the appropriateness of democracy related to stages of social development?

·         Have we been sufficiently creative in coming up with variations on democracy to fit circumstances?
I don’t pretend to understand the best answers to these questions, but I do appreciate that, like religion, we often fall into the trap of assuming that our system is right … simply because it is our system.  We grew up with it, it has worked well for us and our ancestors, and our nation prospers. It is easy and common for North Americans to fall into the trap of assuming that we have a monopoly on truth as applied to political systems both for our own futures as well as those of the other nations of the world.
There is an interesting conversation among educators about the oft-used used phrase ‘critical thinking skills’. There is a broad consensus that it is one of the most important skills for success in the next 50 years, but what exactly do we mean by it? In part, it is the ability to ask the tough question; to challenge conventional wisdom; to keep an open mind; to use evidence and creativity to fully explore all aspects of a big question or issue.
Is there any better example for the need for critical thinking for global citizens than defining the best systems to allow our communities and our nations to govern themselves?

Monday, May 12, 2014

Musical Poetry, Midges and Spring


On Thursday night, I had the pleasure to welcome the new local students and their parents to Appleby. It’s a great experience looking out on a room of bright, smiling faces tinted with the contradictory blend of excitement for what is to come, together with mild worry about leaving what they know and are comfortable with. It was great to watch Andreus, one of our fabulous Grade 12 students, break the ice with the kids by performing absolutely mesmerizing and seemingly impossible magic tricks. Even the most cynical teenager couldn’t help but be impressed and smile.
I shared with the new parents why this is such a great week. It finally feels like spring has sprung – the flags on campus are up, the trees are budding, temperatures are rising, and you can have your full recommended daily intake of protein by walking across campus with your mouth open. (For those outside of the region, the Toronto lakeshore area is being swarmed by tiny, completely safe, non-biting, but annoying midge flies. There are lots of folks wandering around swinging their arms like mad orchestra conductors!)  It’s more than just the weather though, Appleby won all the rugby and soccer games I took in this week (and no, I’m not suggesting a causal relationship.)
It is also Arts Week here on campus. Every day there have been multiple performances across campus. From massive bands to innovative dance performances to mask-based drama to the jazz ensemble belting out Chicago’s Make Me Smile while looking out over the lake, there has been something for everyone. This year, a few of the newer initiatives included: a powerful original play about social media and the portrayal of girls; the cooking club creating culinary treats for the schools and Art Battle. Art Battle was a “competition” over lunch where about 10 students and faculty are in a circle in the Schlesinger Dining Hall and are given 15 minutes to create individual masterpieces in front of the rest of the school. The crowds gathering around the artists (some of whom really fit that descriptor and others not so much) showed how much natural interest there is in the creative process.
On Friday, I took in a couple of concerts in the John Bell Chapel as well as the Finale in the gym. The contrast in each performance was a window in on the talent of our students, and also on the notion on variety and how it can infuse passion and interest. In the finale, we had solo pop/rock vocal performances , an incredible Tchaikovsky concerto performed by Harry on piano backed by a full orchestra, our great Grade 12 Hold the Phones house band, David and James performing a ukulele/guitar duet of their own Hawaiian folk song (a unconventional endeavour if there ever was one as they don’t know the language), Andreus and Catherine performing a cello duet of Guns N Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle, a little Barry Manilow from the Concert Band, and the evening closed with the 1812 Overture complete with chemistry students exploding hydrogen balloons that reverberated throughout the gym – real cannons couldn’t have sounded better.
The Chapel concerts had similar variety with great vocal medleys and even one of the string ensembles shifting from Hadyn into Bruno Mars.
During these performances many of the students in the audience couldn’t help but follow a little nuthatch as spent hours flying all around the chapel from the balcony to the rafters, even landing on some of the stunning stain glass windows – all in a quest to escape this strange place. Most certainly, audience goers flipped back and forth between tuning into the music and worrying what would happen if he was unable to get out.
About three quarters through the second concert, Timur took the stage (the sanctuary of the chapel) to belt out New York New York. I have heard Tim sing crooner numbers before. He has a great powerful voice and both his timing and his ability to modulate make him a popular and stylish showman. And he really hit it out of the park that morning.
As Tim was mostly through his piece, the nuthatch stopped his incessant flying and landed on the candle hanging above him and the sanctuary. For the first time in hours, the bird started to sing. Unbeknown to Timur, he was doing a duet with this little fellow. You couldn’t have written it any better because as Tim was hitting his last “New York” – the song’s crescendo, the bird finally found small stained glass window cracked open, flew over, landed on the edge, then, as the audience erupted in ovation, the bird completed his own chapel odyssey to flying out to his endless buffet of midges.
What a perfect exclamation mark on  … Spring is here!