A Different Kind of Field Trip
Updated: Jun 29
Don't tell Dr. Fauci, but I took 69 fifth graders on a field trip to New York City in a pandemic by myself. I don't know what made me think that was a good idea, but turns out, it was fine. Great actually. Nobody got homesick or got lost. Nobody bickered. Nobody got a nosebleed or threw up. I’ve gone on hundreds of field trips but never one like this.
We made a quick stop in Times Square. The kids all wanted to see the home of Hamilton, the Musical. In all my years of teaching American Revolution, kids never remember that Thomas Paine wrote Common Sense. But now that Hamilton is on Disney Plus, I got almost 100% accuracy on that review question. Thanks, Lin.
Next stop? Pier 96 down by the river for a mini-lesson on one of our favorite explorers, Henry Hudson. We walked around the corner to Columbus Circle to continue our review on the Age of Exploration. Some of the students had forgotten the names of Columbus’s three ships but seeing them on the statue brought it all back.
We couldn’t go inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art because of Covid-19, but as we stood on Fifth Avenue talking about “Washington Crossing the Delaware,” a group of students from Marymount School of New York rounded the corner, coming back from their own field trip, the old-fashioned kind.
The American Museum of Natural History became our classroom after lunch as we travelled through the Hall of Human Origins and the Hall of Fossils. It’s one thing to read about our earliest ancestors following herds of wooly mammoths across the Bering Strait in a textbook. It’s another to stand beside one of those giant beasts with your students. The kids had great questions, many of which I couldn’t answer, so I made a list for my new AMNH contact who made that part of the trip possible. Every time security guards told me to put my phone away (which was often) I used her name and said I had permission. They looked confused but let me continue on.
That afternoon, the extended day kids rode the elevator with me as we went up and up and up some more to the top of the Empire State Building. I’m not big on heights so it helped to the count the floors together, 84, 85, 86 and then 100, 101, 102. No lines, no waiting, we practically had the observation deck to ourselves. Lots of oohing and aahing as I told about the competition between General Motors and Chrysler. Best geography review ever as the students successfully named the six states that can be seen from that venue.
The next day, we toured Fraunces Tavern Museum with anthropologist and historian Sarah Kneeshaw. Top three student favorites? A lock of George Washington’s hair, a pendant with his tooth encased, and Benjamin Talmadge’s memoir describing the night that Washington said farewell to his officers. The kids knew the definitions of artifacts and primary sources, but this experience was better than any worksheet. It’s one thing to learn what an anthropologist is. It’s another to spend several hours with one.
No teacher will ever forget the 2020-2021 school year, and I know my class will never forget their NYC experience. This was a different kind of field trip because 2020-2021 was a different kind of school year. For this Covid-style adventure, I flew to the Big Apple with a camera person (my daughter). My students stayed behind and sat behind plexiglass and wore masks and watched history come to life on a Fauci-approved field trip.
I never thought I would have anything nice to say about Zoom. Fourteen months ago, I believed the only redeeming feature was the “mute all” button. I hated trying to teach my ten-year-olds without actually being with my ten-year-olds. I hated feeling clumsy with the technology. The learning curve was sharp until I realized that my students had my back. I could count on them to tell me to unmute myself or remind me to share my screen. They would walk me through step by step if needed, which was often. The expression about old dogs and new tricks seemed appropriate. Thank goodness I had 69-excellent teachers. They learned social studies from me. I learned technology from them. It was a good and beautiful thing.
I started to see Zoom as a powerful new tool in my teacher bag of tricks. I wrote, and was awarded, a grant to show my students many of the spots in New York City tied to our curriculum. I took 69 students on a field trip for three days for $2500. Not bad. If I can do it, others can, too.
Throughout the trip, I kept thinking about the evolution of my attitude towards all the changes brought about my Covid-19.. In March 2020, I kept asking myself, “How?” How was it all going to work? How was I going to learn a new way of teaching in one weekend? How was I going to have a room full of face-to-face students and some on Zoom at the same time? How was I going to wear a mask for eight hours? How was I going to get to know my students when I couldn't see their faces? I couldn’t get my head around the “How?” of it all.
It's remarkable how quickly we all adapted. Once I became somewhat proficient with the technology and accepted our new normal, I moved on to different questions, “What next?” and “Why not?” The possibilities started to seem endless.
Before I flew back to SC, I went to The Today Show. The plaza was eerily empty. I tried to look through the glass at Savannah and Hoda, but a young security guard told me to move along. I explained in my school-teacher way with my strong Southern accent that I was there to see Craig Melvin. He said, “Mam, everybody’s here to see Craig Melvin. Now move along.”
I went to the other side of the building to another group of security guards and ran through the same story. I was a fifth-grade teacher from Craig’s hometown taking my students on a virtual field trip. The oldest man in the group said I talked funny. I told him I thought he talked funny, too, and that he was also rude. He chuckled and went inside.
A few minutes later, Craig Melvin walked out onto the sidewalk. The security guard who had laughed at my accent quickly became my camera man. He took my phone and starting recording as Craig said hello to my 69 fifth graders. I wish someone had used a mute button on me because I got nervous and started to ramble on. The security guard/linguistics expert/camera man signaled for me to zip it so Craig could speak. Craig Melvin gave the best shout out ever. He blew them kisses and told them history was his favorite subject.
It was too early for my kids to hop on my Zoom, but Craig invited us to come back. He invited us all to come back. His school teacher mother would have been proud of her kind, gracious, patient son with good, Southern manners.
I grabbed a much -needed Diet Coke and headed back to the hotel. I passed the Pfizer headquarters which seemed appropriate somehow. Still too early early for my kids to hop on Zoom so I made a quick video.
As I waited for our plane to take off, I watched the video of Craig Melvin and me. I couldn’t wait to show my students. I would need to make an example of myself to show how rude it is to talk over someone, especially a celebrity.
I looked out the window of the airplane and thought about his invitation to come back. I turned and asked my daughter if I should even think about taking sixty-nine fifth graders on a tour through the NBC studios by myself in a pandemic?
"Sure," she said. "Why not?"