Educational Clutter and the #ADHD Teacher

All my data are anecdotal, meaning they are not data. Well, shucks. I’ll share some observations anyway, and maybe some of y’all can relate.

A few of my students have it written in their 504 or IEPs that they may step out into the hallway to regroup and regulate their anxiety and emotions. I fully support this, and am wondering how I can make the emotional, visual, and educational clutter minimized and quiet. And –I wonder if I am able to do this. One student in particular has complained about the visual clutter in my room, and has skipped class several times saying this is the reason. My data inform me that her skipping class happened about the same time the population of the class changed from 31 students to 33. This might be a physical tipping point for her. And in our infrequent and fragmented conversations, I offered to her that she hasn’t allowed the time or space when I have made changes to accomodate her.

A few things: cell phones, physicality, and #ADHD/anxiety: how do these contribute or rather, destroy, a comforting classroom environment?

I created this slide presentation a few months ago imploring students to put away their cell phones.

Teaching and #ADHD

And while it may not make sense or break through the mental fragmentation of students’ use of their devices, perhaps one or two of them will think about it and put it away, if not for me, but for themselves. We are currently working on argumentative reading and writing, so perhaps it’s time I share it again as a mentor text for argumenative writing. As I’ve said, these devices remind me of packs of cigarettes. They’re ubiquitous, and cause second-hand damage not only to the user, but also for those surrounding their use. I’m too tired right now to write my research paper on this. Leave me alone.

There is a lot of world noise now, too. I find myself overwhelmed, and I know how to calm and soothe myself. My empathy has necessarily limits: I know keeping myself regulated and grounded will be key to helping students maintain their core. And, I am compelled to continue to curate content and seek facts and truth.

Thinking of visual clutter in my room…

Thinking about my classroom, I have a lot of books. Some students love all my books, and one even wrote me a beautiful card calling me The Book Fairy,” a monikor I treasure. Many students over the years have told me how much they love the vibe of my room, and that makes me happy. And of course, in no way am I offended by one student sharing that my room gives her anxiety; it’s good feedback. She seemed to understand when I told her that many things on the classroom walls were not my choice, but in support of the building and district’s requirements, such as the social contracts (Capturing Kids’ Hearts), the learning targets, what’s on the white boards, etc. She seemed to understand that a few things I have on my bulletin boards and walls must be there so I remember them (that good ol’ ADHD brain of mine).

I have…a lot…of books
This was during moving time, early in the year. It does not, repeat, does not look like this now.

I’m trying, y’all. I really am. I’m trying to keep up with some personal events, grief, stress, grading, keeping things organized, etc. and some things just have to sort themselves out. The solution I came up with for this one student is to give me one week, and then we’ll figure something else out. I want all students to feel safe and comfortable in my classroom (home away from home), and balance my needs, too. Anyone with ideas, I’m open to most of them. But remember, I am an ELA teacher, and text-rich environment is my passion. Ideas include how to minimize the noise from the world, too.

CHAOS

place for everything and everything all over the place

What is your issue with Marie Kondo?” a respected colleague inquired the other day.

I have no particular issue with her personally, her show, her writing or ideas. Many of my friends touted her book a few years ago. There is some wonderful advice, and cleaning out physical clutter often helps us clear out emotional clutter, too. We Americans buy too much crap. And, this reminds me of years ago during one NCTAsia.org conference, the Eastern cultural notion of holding onto belongings, buying things of high quality that lasts instead of our Western consumer-trash was presented as an idea of cultural competency and contrast. Some have mentioned the backlash against Kondo is racially motivated, and there may be some truth in that. Americans consume and we expect the rest of the world to supply. Kondo gently but firmly makes us look at that.

Thinking back on my own rituals of cleaning up and out, during BFA days in my trailer/studio I took over–it was parked behind the print shop at the University of Delaware, abandoned. Since no one seemed to mind, I squatted all of my art materials there and created. It had running electricity, so my boombox played INXS, Robert Palmer, Peter Gabriel, and The Pretenders to my heart’s content. One of my creative rituals was to tidy up my dump of a studio before beginning projects. Part of the process to put the jars in a row, pick up litter and debris, pop paintbrushes in lined-up jars and cans, anything to avoid the big, blank canvas. Even when I learned the trick of coating the canvas with a wash of black paint and medium, (which I have since used as a writing metaphor with students), the act of lining things up still sits with me today. The challenge is even though I still often line things up, that’s often where I’ll stop. Instead of getting in the mental mud and truly, deeply cleaning, I go through the optics and mental trickery–the sad truth is I am overwhelmed, creative, and ebullient–so many things I want to do, share, create, think about, talk about and achieve–but then sometimes I just shut down.

The thing is– I need to acknowledge both my own stubbornness and agency when it comes to my stuff. My friend Sharon and I had a great conversation about this the other day. She is also an amazingly creative and intentional teacher. She creates the most incredible hallway displays and has an eye for theatrical and large mural-esque messaging. She has moved classrooms once in the 13+ years at my previous building. (I moved about 4-5 times during my 12 years there, and of course my big move to another district, so there has been some purging along the way.) People try to ‘manage’ her. And we both wish they would just stop. She knows how her classroom set-up works best for students and for herself. She holds kids accountable like no one I know (and I’m pretty good at it in my own way). But her desk area is undeniably cluttered. She’s too busy teaching, creating, thinking, and making to do much about it. But it does bother others. I’ve received that same message when an admin once looked around my thousands of dollars of books and essentially called it a roomful of crap. So–yeah.

And I just want to ask–“If this bothering you, how is that my problem?”

The issue is not whether or not I “Kondo” my classroom or home, the issue is other people’s comfort levels or discomfort, depending on their perceptions of my space, time, and creative energy. When they bring their bias and control in my space, I feel itchy and weird. I go to this immature place in my head, begin feeling stubborn and defiant.

My life is a mess right now. And I do take pleasure in the same victories, such as when I complete a grading task or fold towels. However, I balk and pushback a little too hard when others “tell me what to do.” In terms of my house, I’m lucky I can scrape enough together to pay the mortgage right now. We’re going through a rough patch. There are three other adults living in this house, all perfectly capable, and willing, to clean a bathroom, do their own laundry, and unload a dishwasher. But it’s taken 26 years of my emotional and mental labor to get them to this point. And I still have to say it out loud and ask. But in terms of the spaces where I work, play, rest and create, I’m doing the best I can. Back off, please. I know how good it feels to clean out a closet. My mother will tell you I’ve done this for years. I love to iron, straighten up, throw things away. I made a resolution once to put together all pairs of socks out of the dryer and didn’t lose a single sock for years. But now I have a husband who has his stuff, and two grown sons who also have theirs, and I’m not going to manage it along with my own. We’ve compromised that there are spaces in our home that require communal tidying, and all the other spaces are ours. In my classroom, I make it clear that I am sharing my resources out of love of creativity. Use accordingly.

Our little rituals of control help us when the world is out of control, and heaven knows it is so spun out now we are looking for any source of magic and joy we can squeeze out. And quite frankly, I’d rather be writing than cleaning out my drawers. You know you would, too.

Related Ideas:

How The ‘Scarcity Mindset’ Can Make Problems Worse

The Scarcity Trap: Why We Keep Digging When We’re Stuck In A Hole

Leave That Messy Desk Alone: Studies Say There’s a Benefit to Clutter

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