At first I imagined I would liken the overall experience to
“herding cats,” but “puppies” would be much more accurate. You see cats are creatures that (while unruly
and un-herdable) are aloof, solitary, and temperamental in nature; whereas
puppies on the other hand are rambunctious, careless and eager to get into
stuff. The later would describe what
it’s like when dealing with 120 fifth-grade boys and girls; particularly when
you’re unused to doing it. The day was
like that. It is again (on days like that)
when I reflect on just how little the average elementary school teacher is
compensated for his or her sacrificial efforts.
The JA Kohl’s Corporation has dedicated a great sum of
monetary sponsorship into the infrastructure of a dynamic education center
located within the Wisconsin Junior Achievement Center on the very northern
edge of Milwaukee, WI. Their JA BizTown
combines in-class learning with a day-long visit to a fully interactive,
simulated town. Students should leave
understanding the relationship between what they learn in school, and their
participation in a local economy. Students (called “citizens”) operate
a bank, restaurant, city hall, newspaper, retail store and 10 other businesses.
Volunteers are crucial to making the program successful. JA reaches out to the participating schools for help, as well as to the surrounding communities for enough bodies to staff
the various venues with adult leadership.
No previous experience with JA is necessary to volunteer; however I can
testify that it couldn’t hurt either.
Careful emailed instructions are forwarded to the willing adults with
attached documents to fill-out, and the emails also contain links to several
tutorial videos that are to be viewed prior to your on the job training
experience. All of these pre-emptive and
helpful vehicles are good; but nothing beats having been there before.
Each business and venue within JA BizTown has a CEO and CFO,
as well as other worker-bees that need to come in ready to fly from the
get-go. Specific children would have
been identified by each participating classroom teacher, previous to the trip
to the center. The visiting students
were only somewhat prepared for their various assignments (by their sponsoring
school) ahead of their experience. I say
“somewhat” because there were plenty of holes stepped into and back out of;
related to that preparation phase.
Having spent more than a few hours with youth, associated with to
raising my own children, and again with Cub Scout leadership; I can sympathize
with the challenge. Add to that, the
type of family structure that so many of these kids come from; and you have an
uphill battle with attention spans and retention of knowledge.
My assignment for the day was the “Supply and Delivery”
storefront. This was ironic, as one of
my regular duties within DFMS is to oversee the warehouse operations for the
District’s repair and maintenance activities.
The purpose of the venue is to provide just that; supplies and
deliveries to all of the other fledgling businesses all over JA BizTown. I likened the business model to a cross
between the post office and a Sam’s Club with only business members allowed to
shop.
My five little charges for the day met me at the front of
the store at around 9:00 AM; three boys and two girls. Noah was to be the CEO and Joshua the CFO,
with Mariah as the Store manager. Travis
and tiny little Fabiola were to be the mail carriers for the day. When all the busses with students had
arrived, a brief town-meeting was held with all the citizens sitting at the
front of each storefront on black industrial strength, man-made carpet flooring
intended to resemble asphalt. Green was
intended as intermixed grassy areas.
Step on the green and receive a fine from the town police force; that
was taken immediately from your bank account.
The microphoned instructions were many and rapid-fire, covering
everything from bathroom breaks, to the method by which more impromptu town
meetings would be called. Afterward, I
introduced myself and gave a few Supply and Delivery ground rules before each
was shown to their laminated green work-assignment job descriptions, affixed to
brown clipboards. This needed to happen
quickly, as there were multiple children already standing at the opening to the
pretend street; looking for supplies for their own businesses.
The idea was that each business was supposed to have given a
$5.00 check to the courier that was sent over, for their individualized (start-up) supplies. Our crew was thrown a curve right off the bat, when children were standing there with some other type of meaningless card,
attempting to get their goods. So
basically, we had some kids waving legitimate paper checks, wanting service,
while other hapless kids had been sent on a red herring with bupkis. Once I was able to sort out the growing
bottle-neck; we were able to fill all the orders with minimal grumbling. I was suffering with a chest-cold, so raising
my voice was not an option anyway.
After the initial wave of humanity accosted our place of
business, there was some time to concentrate on the multiple job duties, each
had been given as a part of their day’s adventure. I read and re-read each card in my head and
attempted to translate what was being communicated without actually doing the
task itself. It was stressed to us
often, that the “children are to do everything.” That’s where I guess I might have spent a bit
more time in “simulation” back at school.
The kids knew some things, but seemed flummoxed by other instructions on
the cards. I will give them a lot of
credit however for their computer abilities.
These children were apparently raised-up with more technology available
to them than mere Pong; like when I was their age. In fact; it seemed that when it came to
computer-driven tasks; they were at home.
Communicating verbally with each other was a bit of a challenge however.
There were red, yellow, and green dots that needed to be
kept track of too. These indicated when each citizen could go to eat lunch or shop amongst the other actual
stores. These dot colors corresponded to
the lit lamp of a traffic signal (“stop and go light” if you’re from the
Midwest) for guidance. There was also a
single residential style, black mailbox on a stand under a large clock in the
center of town. Part of the job
description of Travis and tiny little Fabiola was to “check the mail” and bring
it back to our storefront for processing when the “flag was up” on the box. I realized there was an issue when I was asked
over and over as to when either of them could get the mail. I said, “When the red flag was up.” They looked at me curiously. “Oh, I said, you don’t know about flags on
mailboxes, do you?” I felt old again.
During one of our mandatory “staff meetings” on the carpeted
floor of the shop the CEO passed out the paper paychecks to each worker, along
with a debit card. I worked with them as
quickly as I could to rip out the correct savings slip and deposit slip that
had (thank the Lord) been filled out previously while they were at school. I was asked by Mariah if I was a
cowboy. I hesitated, looking at my boots
and western shirt along with my western-style leather phone holster with a
five-pointed star Concho and said, “Why yes…I am a cowboy.” I expected further questioning; but that was
that. Kids are great; if you want to be
a cowboy - that’s just fine with them.
I stayed to man the store and watch over the remaining kids
while each in turn, went to the bank, lunch, and shopped for trinkets with
their play cash, debit cards, and checkbooks.
Occasionally some little kid would wander in to our shop with a paper in
their hand and just stand there. Each
seemed to need some prompting as to what was their mission. One in particular named Luis, needed our wee
CFO Joshua, to translate into Spanish what he was there for. One other kid named Zaire stood there with a
large, half broken tape measure in his hand.
He asked to measure the shop. I
looked at his clipboard for clarification and discovered that the poor fellow
had been from the assessor’s office. He
needed the square footage in order to levy a tax upon us! Wow…talk about crappy pretend jobs. Well, I got through that day unscathed and was presented
with a hand-written certificate and a scoop of Culver's custard coupon. The kids left around 1:30 PM to get back on
their busses. I went back to the office
to finish my work day. Funny how when I
do that; the day seems so very, very long.
I came back on Friday (two days later) to do it all over
again. This time I was spared the rigors
of Supply and Delivery, for another (new) assignment as co-shopkeeper of the
Joy Global storefront. My business
partner was named “Wei” from GE medical systems. It seems a large group of her counterparts
had all volunteered for duty on the same day as I had. Joy Global is a large company in the City of
Milwaukee that specializes in enormous mining equipment manufacturing. Our “Joy Global” had the look and feel of
that sort of company; but we were responsible for manufacturing a version of
imprinted mug, and lapel button with a design impregnated upon it. These were to be “made” and sold from the
store; along with a really cool “mining simulator” game. The latter was a timed play activity that was
sold for $1.00 for two minutes of operation.
Our group of CEO, CFO, Store Manager, Design Technician, and
Simulator Trainer consisted of girl, boy, girl, girl, girl in that order. The CEO was named Milica (pronounced “milt-za”)
and seemed a natural for the position.
Everyone did their part very well, and we soon had our mugs and pins
cranked out and ready for sale to the “citizen customers.” The students were all very eager to have
their turn walking through the town; purchasing whatever they could buy with
the money they had “earned” while “working for the company”. Whoopie Cushions seemed to be the hot item;
with the Koss earbuds (for $4.00 a pair) a close second. The simulator was a big hit with the boys,
and the mugs and pins were bought by girls, eager to have something tangible to
take home from their day’s experience.
This time the day was a little more in focus; as I had done
it before. Small things I had missed
during my first day were revealed; such as more detail about the ways in which
the City Hall police could fine the citizens for breaking the laws of JA BizTown,
who (which color group) was to “hold” onto their banking paperwork after the
first staff meeting, what the orange (half-sheet) W4s were for, and who wanted
them to be filled out, etc. It was
apparent that a wee bit more familiarity with the entire nuance of JA BizTown,
would be immensely valuable for the new-bees; particularly those (like me) who
were running a quart low due to a bad head cold.
Again, the day ended quietly and well-orchestrated, with the
children returning to their assigned bus on schedule. I returned to my office to finish the day
with a great respect for the companies who volunteer their resources; both
monetary and labor-dedicated to make this completely worthwhile endeavor
operate. They are to be thanked and
mentioned in affectionate ways for their sacrifice. Volunteerism is the one way in which satisfaction
is a two-way street. As someone wise once
said; when you cast a vote; you get that one chance to make a difference – when
you volunteer; you get that chance over and over again.
Without the many area companies and businesses to support this worthwhile endeavor; none of the magic could even get started. Thank you to all who have "invested" in children through generous and selfless gifts!
Without the many area companies and businesses to support this worthwhile endeavor; none of the magic could even get started. Thank you to all who have "invested" in children through generous and selfless gifts!
Julie Plagge (MPS Facilities) in the KOSS storefront; awaits her student workers. |