Five years out of college—and taking a year off from teaching—I find myself in a precarious new position: dangling by ropes, 35 feet up a wall, a beginner again.
Learning to rock-climb is as exhausting and fun as I’d hoped. I’ve spent hours rising and falling, hauling my body from Point A to Point B, returning home too drained for anything but Facebook and Orange is the New Black. I’d half-forgotten how exhilarating and vulnerable it feels to begin something.
Because my mind exhales analogies (in much the same way that my body exhales CO2), I’m constantly drawing connections between rock-climbing and teaching math. In my own grunting and straining, I hear the graceless echo of my students’ efforts, but from the other side. Back in the classroom, I was the one holding the ropes, with two feet planted on flat, sturdy ground. I assured them not to worry, that I’d catch them if they fell. Now, I’m the one clinging to the wall, hoping like heck that the ropes don’t break.
Here are the lessons I’ve learned up on the wall. Not the lessons about rock climbing, but the lessons about learning itself.
1. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean you can explain it.
As a teacher, I always pressed for explanations. The approach baffled some students, who knew math demanded right answers, but had never bothered to issue detailed accounts of where those answers came from.
Now, coming down off the wall, I land right where my students once stood. “How did you make it over that ledge?” I don’t know. “Did you use that foothold, or the one further out?” I couldn’t tell you. “Did you balance with your right hand and reach with your left, or vice versa?” No idea. I’m lost in the gray mist that my students know so well: I can do, but I can’t say why. The knowledge lives in my muscles and instincts, not in my verbal, reasoning mind.
Rock-climbing has reminded me that, before you can explain your understanding, there’s an intermediate phase: knowing how without knowing why.
2. Ostensibly, it’s about long-term growth. But really, it’s about getting to the top of the wall.
Teachers love taking the long view. “You’ll need this in Calculus.” “These habits will pay off in college.” “My goal is to improve your reasoning and critical thinking abilities.” Students roll their eyes at such hazy, distant goals. They’re concerned more with tonight’s homework, today’s problem, tomorrow’s test. I’ve always accepted their shortsightedness with a dismissive shrug and the thought, “Eh, kids don’t know any better.”
Now, rock-climbing, I’m the shortsighted one. Sure, I care about my health, my growth, my inching improvement over time. But I scarcely hear the whispers of those considerations over the deafening shout of my dominant goal: Get to the top of the wall. Who cares about that far-off, pie-in-the-sky stuff? There’s a wall right in front of me, begging to be climbed.
It’s not necessarily that students don’t care about their slow, miraculous growth as people. It’s just that, like me, they don’t respond viscerally to such invisible progress. They respond when a wall beckons.
3. It isn’t one big skill. It’s a hundred little ones.
When I started climbing, I quickly shed the naïve belief that only sheer strength matters. There’s different types of strength—the fingers, the calves, the back. There’s also balance—keeping control as you lunge upward, or shift weight, or delicately reposition your feet. And there are the mental and psychological skills—bravery, focus, opening your eyes to the options, choosing the wisest path. When you’re rock-climbing, you’re not just a pair of arms. You’re a whole body.
Too many students think math ability lies along a single axis. But soon they discover the sprawling taxonomy of mathematical skills. There’s speed—in computing, in connecting, in spotting errors. There’s organization—of arithmetic, of arguments, of ideas. There’s understanding—of concepts, of technicalities, of deep truths. And so on. When you’re doing math, you’re not just a single mechanism. You’re a whole brain.
4. You can rely on brute force, but it’s exhausting.
A friend of mine likes to tease people for “climbing like a man.” You’ll see ripped guys, brand new to climbing, haul themselves up a tough route via brute strength. Muscles strain. Veins bulge. It’s quite impressive. And after a climb or two, they’re too exhausted to continue. They’ve mistaken “rock-climbing” for a series of pull-ups, and the misunderstanding quickly wears them out.
Lots of students try to do math like a man. They stare intently at an example, and then tackle a practice problem, diligently striving to reproduce the method step for step. Sweat gathers on their brow. It’s a draining, painful process, and not at all how math is meant to be done. Like rock-climbing, math rewards the nimble. People who employ their full toolbox fare better than ones who rely exclusively on memorization and formalisms.
5. Improvement is gratifying.
Getting better at rock-climbing isn’t necessarily a visible process, with your muscles puffing up like balloons before your eyes. It’s similar in math. When new understandings arrive, there’s no ping announcing that your mental software has been updated.
So we seek outward measures. In rock-climbing, it’s easy: When you scale a wall that you couldn’t before, you know you’ve grown. In math, it’s harder, so students turn to an obvious place: their test scores. If I want my students to obsess less over grades, I’ve got to give them new signs of progress to look for. One way or other, they need to see the fruits of their efforts, and they’ll keep turning back to test scores unless I can offer sweeter fruits.
6. Being told to do easy stuff is maddening.
When working with kids, I often send them back to do easy problems. If you can’t solve Problem Z, then your gap might lie anywhere from A to Y, and it’s my job to find that hole and patch it. Some kids become indignant when I try this. “I know how to do that problem,” they say. “I need help with this one.”
“I understand,” I reply, “but this easier problem will help us see what you’re missing on that harder one.” I never understood why they found the method so belittling.
I get it now. If I asked for advice on a hard climb, and in response someone sent me back to an easy one, I’d revolt. “No,” I’d say. “I know how to do that climb. Teach me how to do this one.”
7. There are easy cheats, but they undercut your improvement.
On a given wall, different paths are marked out in different colored tape—pink, green, blue—designating which holds you should use. This makes it easy to cheat, if you want: just use a pink hold while you’re doing the green climb. But rock-climbers hate doing this. If they cheat by mistake—accidentally planting a foot where it doesn’t belong—they often ask to be lowered down to try again. They don’t just care about reaching the top of the wall, but about solving the puzzle as it’s meant to be solved.
Students don’t share the same aversion—perhaps because math problems don’t come nicely labeled in green and pink. Instead, kids gladly take shortcuts that undercut their improvement, without even realizing that’s what they’re doing. They’ll apply dubious heuristics, or make true but unjustified assumptions. Rock-climbing suggests a solution: If students could see math problems the way rock-climbers see walls—as puzzles to be solved on their own terms—they might not leap so eagerly at cheap workarounds.
8. You’ve got to accept what you can and can’t do.
The angriest I’ve ever been while climbing was when I failed at a route that I wanted to find easy. I’d set unreasonable expectations for myself, and when I didn’t meet them, it hurt worse than all the bangs on my elbows and bruises on my shins combined.
Mine was a failure of self-knowledge. So are many failures in math class. Successful students need to know what they know, what they don’t know, and how best to convert ignorance into knowledge. They’ve got to know when to ask for help, when to persevere, and when they’ve hit the limits of their focus. The path to strength starts with identifying weakness.
When I start a climb now, I coach myself just as I might coach a student. If this feels hard, that doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It means you’re doing the right thing to get better.
EDIT 11/5/2013: Two more great lessons, drawn from the comments:
9. Progress is non-monotonic. You may sometimes feel like you’re getting worse, even as you improve. As Jonathan Kaplan puts it:
There will be periods in both when you seem to be standing still, or even going backwards. But sometimes those periods where we seem to not be making progress are periods when we are consolidating skills, integrating skills, etc.
10. Different forms of practice are valuable at different times, and it takes a good teacher to know which times are which. As Abram elaborates:
It’s very hard to make a one-to-one correspondence between any particular mathematical activity and the understanding and thinking it reflects or develops. Sometimes you can’t explain even when you’re thinking is good; sometimes you can spit out what sounds like reasoning, but is really just parroting some sound bites. Similarly, doing very procedural work can involve a lot of analytical, deep thinking (in PhD courses I have to crank out basic examples *constantly* to understand what’s going on), and conversely working on non routine problems can be useless if you aren’t given enough guidance and you end up just rehashing a teacher’s derived solution.
Ultimately, spotting the difference between thinking and repeating words, and encouraging and provided the tools for the former instead of the latter, is what makes a good teacher, not just a good curriculum, so important.
Thanks for reading! You might also check out What It Feels Like to Be Bad at Math, Fistfuls of Sand (or, Why It Pays to Be a Stubborn Teacher), and The Anxieties of Hermit Crabs.