As we get older we forget the joys of just being able to experience an environment, big or small, and just explore. The answer to most questions can be presented far too easily with a lazy click of a mouse. Therefore it is essential that even in this modern, technology and concrete filled world that we let children immerse and discover.
In light of this I decided to use a lesson on ‘materials and their properties’, with my 30 year 1s, as a perfect opportunity to let the children explore their environment and ‘work scientifically’.
This lesson relied heavily on 2 resources: 1. egg boxes 2. whatever mother nature provides in the local field/wood/park. After an introduction on materials and their properties; how do our clothes feel? Etc., children were given an egg box in chosen mixed ability pairs. In each section of this egg box was a label of a different material property, using language they will have used in the intro. E.g. Soft, hard, rough, smooth and spikey!
I then took the children to the school’s small tree covered area, asked them to find things to go in the different sections and just let them go and explore!
The children were completely engaged! So much so that when one or two of them slipped down the bank you did not hear the crying that you would expect, instead they just got up, dusted the mud off, and carried on. The variety of things that the children found amazed me. Smooth chestnuts, their spikey shells, soft flowers, hard wood, grass, stones, moss and much more.
Once back in the classroom this variety of materials and the children’s enthusiasm made for a fascinating discussion. We were able to ask why? Why is the wood hard? Why does the flower need to be soft? Why is the chestnut’s shell spikey?
I can honestly say I think this is one of my favourite lessons I have ever taught. The next day I taught it to the other year 1 class who seemed to enjoy it just as much.
Working in a non classroom environment allows you to see your children in a completely different light and could just be the moment where the one child who cant stand a pencil and paper, absolutely blossoms.