Being too hard on the kids...
I'm working the after school program, tonight...we're listening to some U2 (they're choice:):)...and doing some classwork...I have an I.E.P. to work on...but I wanted to take some time to write about an important idea I took in over the last day or so...
I had this really great discussion with our technology coordinator about the kind of practice assessments to do with my first and second hour special education resource room math class...
I was wanting them to be able to do both a modified assessment that is geared more towards their level of performance, currently...and do a regular assessment...so they get a sense of how they match up with their peers...
It was a great discussion...about remembering that while we want to have high standards for kids...
That these are still kids...
And there are plenty of places in my life where life is too hard for me as a pretty confident adult...
Finances constantly overwhelm me, being in debt...and depress me, since the expectations of creditors constantly outpace my abilities to do what they want me to do...they want me to pay money that I just don't have...I'm in totally good faith...and want to pay off all of my debt...but I can't do it...and they're constantly trying to pressure me to make commitments that I know I can't keep...and that will just end up being interpreted as a lie or as rebellion or whatever by cynical credit folks, later on...
The financial world is so fucked up, I swear:):)...
Anyway...this conversation was about remembering that these kids are all 11, 12, 13, 14 years old...they're kids...thinking that I take for granted at 32...they've never likely even imagined, nevertheless considered seriously...
And it really isn't fair to hold them accountable for thoughts that are difficult enough for me, a pretty thoroughly educated and ambitious 32-year-old...nevertheless a 11 or 12-year-old...
It's hard to balance that with a recognition that I'm the adult and the one to be trusted, more often than not, to know what is best for a kid...
Especially when...many times...I have no clue...
I wish I did...I try my best...I know a lot...I get to know kids...I have a fair amount of experience, at this point...I listen to others with more experience all of the time...I read a lot...I talk with adults and kids, a lot, about what kids might be thinking...I keep up with pop culture circles...I enjoy a lot of the same music and movies and just normal stuff of life that many kids enjoy...I know more about that stuff than your average 6th grader, nevertheless your average 32-year-old...and I keep my ears to the ground...
I'm far from naive about the average 6th grader's life, though I'm in the dark about a lot of things, too, as most adults are...which constantly concerns me...and which, at some level, is why I have to trust kids that they will aspire big and be responsible for their own lives...because I know that no matter how informed I am, there will always things that I will be left out of the loop on...
Most 32-year-olds, nevertheless most kids, don't keep as open or honest or public a journal as I do...so there is so much of everyone's life, nevertheless young people, that we don't get to see...and every little bit we get to know is more information to be of some help for a young person or young people, generally...
So I will never really know how much a kid fears me...or is afraid of adults or teacher or whatever, generally...how much they are angry with me or at the world...how much they like me or admire me or anyone in their lives...or are afraid or angry or hate other kids or adults in their lives...
There's so much that I will never know...unless they trust me enough to be share their lives with me...and even then...if they're anything like me...or anyone...there's still things that they will hold back...
Today I was realizing...again...that perhaps I am too hard on kids...and adult friends and colleagues in my life, as well...even as I want them to get better...
I know I was too hard on Brandi when we were together...it's one of my biggest regrets...she was hard on me, too...and probably harder on me, in the big picture...but I was really hard on her, too, when we were together...something that I've spent a lot of time taking responsibility for with her since we've been apart...
And I know I was hard on Jas...though Jas was far harder on me...so I feel far less guilty about that situation...I suspect, sometimes, that he doesn't know why he pissed me off so bad...and he's just too afraid to ask...and other times, I think he knows...but he's just playing the games of a bullshitter...trying to weasel his way out...it's hard to know, sometimes...all I know is that I couldn't have him keep treating me the way that he was...and that he works/worked hardly at all at that friendship, relative to me...and I was getting fed up with the whole situation...
And I know for damned sure that Tom was far harder on me than I was on him...and he was a teacher...and in a position of more responsibility...I understand why Tom was hard on me...I just also know that he was wrong on so many of the bigger issues, it's hard to count them all...and that his being hard was so incredibly counterproductive, much of the time...and had much to do with Brandi and I succumbing to the pressures of grad school, many of which came from Tom's direction...and that I had already recovered from some pretty serious burnout that Brandi watched unravel...which basically involved me unraveling...and that no matter how much I told Tom it was too much, he could never let up...his ego and his intellectual conceit had him convinced that he was responsible for all of my accomplishments...though he was more than happy to let me be responsible for all the problems I faced...
And, in the end...I think he convinced himself and others that I just couldn't hack it...
A misjudgment that he will regret, at some point, I think...if he lives long enough to see my career bloom...though I've promised myself to make that as easy a process for Tom to go through as is absolutely possible, on my part...
Tom did a lot of good for me...he basically paid for my grad school, with grant monies...he taught me a lot...and he gave me some though not enough of a free hand, as a student...he shared his passion for the field with me...though I doubt he's ever known passion like mine...nor as deep or as meaningful of thought...and he was loyal in many ways that I appreciate...
But he was also wrong...about a lot...and he just had the damndest time admitting that...which was/is his Achilles heel as a scholar...
The last thing anyone wants in their life...as a scholar...or as a human being...
Is the stupid, ugly, terrible conceit...that they've already got it all figured out:):):)...
It's just damned foolish is what it is...
And it doesn't allow or create the opportunities for life that genuine humility allows for or creates...
And it is all too human and all too common among academics as well as far too many average folks:):)...
And it was/is an Achilles heel for Tom...that I was not going to repeat...
With the same results...of being a scholar noted in my field...but not the strongest scholar, in the biggest picture...and one who really misses the boat in even my own field...lost in too much ivory tower conceit...and lacking in enough courage to work at resolving problems that remain unresolved...rather than trying to find new and creative ways to avoid responsibility for them...
Which is essentially what post-modernism (as well as much conservativism and liberalism) is...one long excuse for why the post-modernist hasn't done anything to make the world better around those things that they endlessly critique...
I've got an I.E.P. to work on...I hope everyone is having a good night:):):)...
Have I mentioned how much I love the Crash Test Dummies?...The Ghosts that Haunt Me is their best album, I think, if you ever get a chance...it also happens to be my Jenny Burrington break-up album (along with Tracy Chapman's Smoke and Ashes:):):)...
Check it out, when you get a chance:):):)...
Love,
Ben