Behind the Bricks

I know “results matter” and many standardized tests are useful, but they should hardly be the bottom line in education.

And after I conquered Algebra & Romeo and Juliet in the original version in 9th grade, I figured I wasn’t as dumb as one of those tests claimed I was.

And it was in a Civics class that a writing seed got planted and I forgot all about that lousy test.

The teacher had us write a creative nonfiction piece and not sign our name.

She read them aloud and paused after reading mine. She asked, ” Who wrote this?”

Right then and there, in one of America’s rural classrooms, a wave of hope that I had some kind of talent rushed over me when she declared, “You have a good way with words. You should sign up for Advanced Writing.”

I write this to say I don’t believe all teachers are ” just another brick in the wall” (Pink Floyd).

Even if schools could use much reform, I don’t blame the genuine folks that arise very early, 5 or so days a week, to try try try– and try again to instill a bit of knowledge & hope in young minds.

No matter the outcome, success or no success, (measured how?)–the writing has been a faithful lifeline. Some kind of continuous spark for my spirit. Something that can never be reduced to a test score.

Can’t say I’d wanna relive some of those years, but I’ll always appreciate one Civics teacher’s presence behind all those bricks.