Shpilkes is a Yiddish word that literally means “pins,” but has come to refer to “sitting on pins and needles,” or, feeling fidgety and nervous and needing to move.
When I teach this word to my students, I tend to liken it to the ADHD symptoms they see in so many of their classmates (because even the undiagnosed kids seem to have shpilkes by the end of a long school day, which is when they come to me). This time, I was sitting with a mixed age group of kids, from second to sixth grade, for our twenty-minute elective period at the end of synagogue school for the day, and we were all exhausted and ready to go home.
I gave them the option of sitting at their desks or on the floor, but most of them chose to sit at their desks, except for the one girl who chose to sit in my rolling chair, so I sat on the floor by myself. Whatever. As a warm up, I asked them to repeat the word “shpilkes” with me, over and over, because it’s just fun to say. We’d already done a session on Kvetching (complaining) before the holiday break, and I knew we weren’t ready to move straight to Kvelling (expressing joy at someone else’s accomplishments), so shpilkes was the next step on our Yiddish ladder.
Once they’d giggled through the word a few times, I asked them if they had ever experienced having shpilkes themselves, or if they knew someone else who struggled to sit still, and they told stories about friends who couldn’t sit still, or couldn’t shut up, though no one was willing to jump in yet and admit that they themselves might struggle with sitting still. Then, one girl raised her hand shyly and said, I know someone who’s the opposite. She can get so focused on reading a book that she doesn’t hear what’s going on around her.
I asked if anyone else knew someone who could get so caught up, or if they’d experienced something like that themselves, and the stories kept coming. And then one of them asked, do you know the feeling when a song gets stuck in your head and you can’t get it out! Which led to an in-depth discussion of earworms and what causes them and how to treat them. One girl had developed a whole theory, saying that earworms are caused when you forget some of the lyrics to a song you like, so your brain just keeps repeating the song to try and remember the lost words. Her suggested treatment was to go to Spotify and listen to the song until the earworm crawled away in defeat, which, she said, worked every time.
Aren’t our brains fascinating?! I said, from my seat on the floor. By then, one of the students had joined me on the floor, because all this talk of shpilkes had reminded him that chairs and desks are confining and it’s much more comfortable to stretch out.
But, what about when one friend has shpilkes and the other friend has to deal with the consequences? Because, my friend keeps getting us into trouble when she talks in class, and she can’t help it, but we’re going to get kicked out and I really like that class.
To which one of the younger boys said, Yeah, it’s hard when you can’t understand why someone acts the way they do, even though you still like them and want to spend time with them. I’m paraphrasing, but only a little.
And with minutes left to go, and so many more stories to tell and hands raised and legs swinging, I asked them if they’d ever seen a show called Glee (a few of them had, actually. Streaming makes everything new again). Glee was a TV show about a high school glee club, where they often took two songs from different genres and mashed them toegther, and sometimes, not all the time, the mash-up allowed us to hear each song in a new way because of how the two songs spoke to each other. The kids didn’t even need me to hammer the point home. They already had their hands up with stories to share about their friends who are really different from them but make life so interesting.
Of course, my most literal student asked if I could supply examples, and I did try to find something from Glee on my phone, but the dismissal announcement interrupted me, and then we had to focus on listening to the walkie talkie calling out names one by one. But even then, more stories were spilling out, and each story reminded someone of another story, and another.
It doesn’t always go like this. My current regular class has so much collective shpilkes that it feels like we’re hiking through a tornado just to get from the beginning of a sentence to the end. But sitting on the floor, listening to the stories flow around the room, reminded me that they all have so much going on inside of them, and sometimes, if I’m very lucky, they will share their stories with me in a way I can hear them.
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You really struck a chord with shpilkes. I’m going to add this and the other words you mentioned to my vocabulary. I like kvelling because the world needs more of it.
Kvelling works really well when it’s genuine!
What a wonderful post! Thank you!
Thank you!
I agree with your student’s theory and solution for earworms.
She’s a very bright kid! They all are!
Thank you for exploring this. It’s incredible how our bodies and minds can go through such a wide range of emotions even in the span of such a short period of time. I’m glad you’re able to expose the next generation of how to express their feelings.
These discussions are my favorite thing!
you are a fun teacher, sounds like.
Thank you! I hope so!
One of my favorites of yours! Great description of a classroom. You sound like you are a wonderful teacher, Rachel.
Thank you so much!
Your class sounds wonderful! Kids have so much to say and why do we always tell them to be quiet and listen or be quiet and let someone else talk. And this is the very thing that was brought up by the very ones that we think should be listening. Rachel, I love this post! You hit a winning topic with these kids.
I love to hear what they’re thinking!
thanks for new word
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You are such a thoughtful teacher, Rachel. We all need to be heard; and this soothes all, especially those suffering from those nervous brain promptings. I have remarked before – I would have loved your classes…
Thank you so much!
What a terrific post! And I learned a new word. I didn’t have a clue how to pronounce it, so it was off to Youtube, where a couple of nice gentlemen helped me out.
Your mention of song mashups reminded me of a somewhat different approach with a similar result. I’ve recently become aware of Post Modern Jukebox: a group that restyles modern songs in vintage styles. The changes they produce are unbelievable. One of my favorites is their redone version of the White Stripes “Seven Nation Army,” but what they do with Radio Head’s “Creep” and Aerosmith’s “Dream On” is equally amazing. You (and your class) might enjoy exploring their catalog.
That’s awesome! Thank you!
This was a nice joyful post, Rachel! I’m happy to see [dare I say kvelling] how you’re able to incorporate Yiddish into your class.
Ha! Thank you!
If I could just pronounce it ~!!!
That’s half the fun!
Hello Rachel :
All I can say is that I like the story, though I feel like saying as one of my literary heroes said in one of his novels, Delmore Schwartz, that he envies the Puerto Rican kids in public school, for having their sense of supporting social community. Guess I’m projecting here the sense of alienation we all sense, some antiseptic, some mildly, fortunately, the brief passage of the grade school years are foreshadowed by more controlled internal struggles caused by that sense of increasing cohesion, regardless of the seeming loosening of parental guidance.
Having a supportive community is the ideal that we keep working towards, but it’s hard to get there. We all speak such different languages and crave such different things, at times, but it’s still worth the effort to try.
Of course, even if one child is affected well, it may cause an unknown resultant effect,
Sounds like everyone participated and had fun. Makes the time fly, doesn’t it!
Totally!
I would cherish a chance to sit in on one of your classes.
Thank you so much!
Loved this, Rachel, and could so relate. I grew up with the shpilkes, and still have them. I really appreciate they way you got your kids thinking and talking about it.
Thank you so much!
Well that was an educational & entertaining read. If i had to site an example from Glee it would be the very cool mashup of Singing in the rain Gene Kelly Umbrella Rhianna
That’s a great one! Thank you!
Such a great way to end a day. I was going to say leave it to kids to carry tales one from the other but don’t we all do that sometime and doesn’t it make for a most fun and enjoyable meal or break or just time together. May you have many more days where you inspire those around you to fill in the details of a fun time. Hmm. I wonder what the kids in your regular class would say if you taught while sitting on the floor!
They’d climb over me, unfortunately. I have a bunch of ideas for what to try with them, though they do love to dance…
Dancing is always fun! And probably safer if you have climbers!
Love this! You created a safe environment for even the shy little girl to just open up and talk.
Thank you so much!
What a fascinating class! So productive, too.
Thank you so much!
I wish I had you as a teacher! That end of the day session may have been the biggest lesson they learned all day. And you got the kids engaged and sharing—and you introduced GLEE—all in one session! Brilliant. Shpilkes is a word I am very familiar with as a Nana!!! Love Tz’s comments, too!
Thank you! Next up, chutzpah!
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Great Post!
Thank you!
Teaching can be the best, sometimes!
Absolutely!
I like how you were able to reframe shpilkes and generate a discussion among your students. Shpilkes was a bad word in my house when I was a kid.
Thank you! Yiddish is famous for its bad words.