“I suspect that most of us get old without growing up, and that inside every adult (sometimes not very far inside) is a bratty kid who wants everything his own way.” -Bill Watterson
This current Covid / schools statement is rubbish. Again, I’m agreeing schools need to re-open. I’m disagreeing with their lack of concern for educators. Their verbiage is objectively lousy, and it needs to be said.
Friends, I try not to go on long posts, but forgive me. This is a summer of upheaval – and given so many other issues, perhaps this is less important. I recognize that. Given my background and current role, I feel like maybe I can do something here (probably not, but I have to try). This may not be important to you, and if it isn’t, just ignore this blog right now.
Lack of growth and progress scares me. It is the antithesis of going into teaching. I’m here to help! Let’s get to work.
Why am I so keyed up about this? It’s kind of simple.
I don’t want my students to turn out like me.
I didn’t want to take away from the bulk of the post – but I did want to share and clarify my remarks, for those who are interested.
This is specifically following up “10 Things I Think I Think”. You don’t need to have read that piece to understand this one, but it will put this one in the appropriate context. Now that I’ve said that, let me revisit my own past once more.
I spent a lot of my days worried about my students. I called, sent messages. The worst was not knowing and not getting a response. I hated playing the “I’m really worried about you” card, because sometimes I feel like the students wanted to be left alone, but it had to be done at times. And I was amazed at what some of my students opened up about.
I’ve tried, folks. I’ve really tried.
That’s the refrain I keep telling myself over the last 10 or so weeks.
Disclaimer: I’m not an epidemiologist. I’m a former pediatrician that now teaches Chemistry, AP Chemistry, and Anatomy & Physiology. I’m also hacked off, ticked, angry. Call it what you will.
Life Expectancy (noun) – the number of years a person is likely to live. (Oxford Learner’s Dictionary)
By itself, nostalgia isn’t a bad thing. When we base our primary motivation off of nostalgia, that’s when things start getting dangerous.
Well time slips away, and leaves you with nothing mister
But boring stories of – Glory Days.
-Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band “Glory Days”
I’m beginning to dread Thanksgiving. Not due to the holiday itself. I like Thanksgiving. It’s much better at this stage of my life than Christmas and the “Winter” holidays.
When you get inspiration from the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, it’s a good day.
“The average age in our platoon, I’d guess, was nineteen or twenty, and as a consequence things often took on a curiously playful atmosphere, like a sporting event at some exotic reform school. The competition could be lethal, yet there was a childlike exuberance to it all, lots of pranks and horseplay. Like when Azar blew away Ted Lavender’s puppy. ‘What’s everyone so upset about?’ Azar said. ‘I mean, Christ, I’m just a boy.’” –The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien
OK, so this issue isn’t THAT serious.