Tuesday, January 31, 2012

One Less Hero


Living in the Boston area and teaching middle school means that professional sports are often the student-preferred subject of the day in my classroom.  We have had a pretty good run of late; our home town team, the Patriots, is on the way to the Super Bowl this Sunday, and last year, the black and gold of the Bruins dominated the fourteen and under fashion scene as the team brought home the Stanley Cup. 

My observation is that kids still look up to sports heroes; the faces of middle school boys often take on a fierce intensity when talking about their favorites.  Brady and Gronkowski are the men of the hour, and in the spring, it was goalie Tim Thomas of the Boston Bruins. 

So for me as a teacher of civics in the Boston area, last week was tough.  Kids look up to Thomas, yet he refused to travel with the team to Washington to be honored by the President of the United States.  Well, that is his prerogative, I guess, but sometimes when kids are watching us, we have to just suck it up and do the right thing even though it might cost us a little personal energy.  It was not a political event or endorsement of the President, but rather just a chance to be recognized by our Head of State and the leader of our country.  Thomas’s refusal made me feel sad because so many kids admire him, and he does set an example.

In my classroom, we talk a lot about politics, both historical and current.  One of my rules is that students are free to express their own political views; however, they may never speak disrespectfully about our elected leaders or their spouses.  My philosophy is that in discussing civics, we must be civil. 

We have great kids at Sage, yet I sometimes feel that we are fighting a battle against the negative influences that surround them.  Loss of manners and civility, and disrespectful behavior toward the institutions that we should protect, like the Presidency as a symbol of our representative democracy, abound.  While this was even true when I was a child with respect to soldiers coming home from Vietnam, this lack of civility seems more pervasive today.  The symbols of our democracy mean much more than the person holding the flag, the man who holds the office of the Presidency, or the individual man or woman in uniform.  How can we teach our children to revere and honor these symbols of our country when the adults, especially those adults kids think of as heroes, cannot set aside political differences to be recognized by our President in a non-political setting?  How do ordinary teachers combat this powerful, yet negative, example in trying to instill a sense of pride and respect for our institutions?   

My mom has been Kennedy woman since 1960, and whenever we talked about politics before Ted Kennedy’s death, she always took pride in the fine example of Senator Kennedy’s celebrated friendship with Orrin Hatch.  She held it up as a model for public servants and for my sisters and me to find common ground with people with whom we might not agree.  As Senator Hatch wrote upon the death of Senator Kennedy:
 
“I hope that America’s ideological opposites in Congress, on the airwaves, in cyberspace, and in the public square will learn that being faithful to a political party or a philosophical view does not preclude civility, or even friendships, with those on the other side.”

Too bad Tim Thomas didn’t listen to Orrin Hatch.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Bad Days


“If you are a person of an inner path,
            then you
are a person of peace, so make peace with
yourself and your surroundings.”

                                                       Ezzeddin Nasafi*

We all have bad days at work, even the lucky people who love their jobs, like me.  One of the hard things about being a teacher is that to be really good, you have to make yourself vulnerable.  This means that we commit heart and soul to the work and are open to a particular tenderness when we feel we have lost the confidence of a student, a colleague, or a parent, even when our work has been the best it could be.  I have known many teachers who truly suffer when this happens: sleepless nights, lack of appetite, even tears.  Anguish is not an exaggeration.  Sadly, some folks take advantage of this vulnerability in teachers, yet people still stay in the profession because the rewards outweigh those bad days.

The best advice I ever received for coping with those inevitable downs came from one of the wisest educators I know, my boss for many years and the person who first gave me the book with the Nasafi poem.  Kate always reminded me to look for the best, to find the solution that would work most optimally for the student, the person for whom we really work.  I think that in doing so, we satisfy our core beliefs and motivations, the reason many of us are teachers in the first place.  We love teaching and education. 

Bad days are always going to be a part of life, in teaching, any other profession, and in our personal lives.  We can try to find peace by acknowledging and accepting this inevitability.  We can quiet turmoil by sometimes letting go of our own egos to allow others help us with the work, or at other times by just lifting our chins, putting on a smile, and stepping forward to strive toward the best solutions.  Luckily for teachers, to see that light in a child’s eyes on another day can make that bad day, just a memory.

* Nasafi, Ezzeddin. "Oh, my friend."  Intractor, Sam M. and Scribner, Megan, Eds.  Leading from Within: Poetry That Sustains the Courage to Lead 135.