Editor's note: This was supposed to go to press last Wed which is why I am referring to Sunday as a school day. Sometimes it's hard ot find the right ending. I went through about six before picking this one.
It was the spring of 1985. VH1 had just been launched.
Hagar took over for David Lee Roth. Live Aid was just around the corner and I
anxiously awaited the new live album from Styx, Caught in the Act. As I’d sit in Mrs. Clark’s World Lit class, I’d daydream
while drawing my version of album covers all over my spiral tablets. I was
particularily good at the Men at Work Cargo
art work.
"It's a mistake...." |
Mrs. Clark was my favorite teacher at Union County High.
It was not so much because I learned so much from her but I appreciated the way
she treated me. She was funny and sarcastic but also kind and never hurtful to
the students. This was the opposite of how her husband, Mr. Clark, ran the
show. He loved to tease but it often went over the point of humiliation. Mrs. Clark was one of those teachers who if
she saw some flame inside of a student. Mrs. Clark would fan that flame into a
force to be reckoned with.
Mrs. Clark loved to assign book reports but would never
let you select the book. She would pick it out to make sure it was something
new. I remember trying to use one of my Conan
books I was going though at the time and Mrs. Clark laughed. “Why would I grade
you on something you already know all about? Reading is like a diet. You have
to mix it up to get good results.”
So it was after I read Robert Ludlum’s The Parsifal Mosaic when I became hooked
on spy novels. I also realized Mrs. Clark’s statement might have been the
smartest thing any educator ever told me during high school. I still live by
this notion today and even teach my students this simple idea. I just wrapped up the Game of Thrones series so now I working
my way through the Great Depression Circus story, Water for Elephants. I have some non-fiction by Bill Bryson
next.
My reoccurring theme in this blog is how history repeats
itself. Often my recollections revolve around the antics of Roni and Jude.
Today is something a little different but after it happened, I understood this
must be written down for me.
About the time I was in Mrs. Clark’s World Lit, she
introduced us to Shakespeare through his play, As You like It. It was not the painful experience I had anticipated
this process to be. I even enjoyed a bit.
I handled the play just fine. The issue came when Mrs.
Clark had us memorize and recite passages from Shakespeare’s works. She
assigned me to perform the “All the world’s a stage speech. I never bothered to memorize past the first
few lines and got a whopping score of 3.
At the time, I recognized the relevance for me to learn this stuff yet I just put it off. This alwasy bothered me a bit because I felt like I had let
Mrs. Clark down by my lack of effort for memorizing the speech.
One time I was up during for a visit to Mom up at Young
Harris. Mary had gone off to college so Mom was by herself. While I was up
there, I decided to go by my old high school but never made it after talking
with the neighbors. Apparently, Mrs. Clark had died of a heart attack shortly
before my Dad had his. I had lost my chance to apologize.
Mr. Sidney & Mr. Richardson show off the winner in Jenkins Homecoming Door Contest |
Paul Sidney is my work colleague, fellow blogger, and
friend. We have been working together and teaching Brit Lit for several years.
We have gotten pretty good at it and have introduced Macbeth, the cast of Twelfth
Night and Julius Caesar to a new generation of kids. Every
year, I crack up at how our students groan and hate reading the passages aloud.
By the end, most of the kids are into the way of the Bard.
Paul and I have just finished our segment on Macbeth and
we are moving on to how Shakespeare lived. For our journal today, Paul had come
up with using the “World’s a Stage” speech and relating it to our society
today. The kids weren’t getting it.
Something inside of me clicked and I read the passage
aloud with drama and emphasis. Afterwards, Paul and I broke it down to relate
this to our students’ worlds. As we’d go through each stage, I was transported
back to being 15 year old Robby and began remembering all that info Mrs. Clark taught
me during my junior year. It worked for me then and somehow that magic Mrs. Clark had with
Shakespeare worked on our students.
Sorry for the language but it really does say it all. |
Afterschool, I made my daily trek back to my car up in
the front parking lot. Usually, I am tired and ready to get the hell out of
Dodge. Today was different. I felt good about the work Paul and I did. I was
satisfied.
I’ve lost my chance to have those moments with Martha
Clark of Union County High School and to thank her. I wish I could let her know
that because she took the time to open up my world, she not only changed my
life but gave me the desire to change others through teaching. I’ll never get
the chance to apologize for being so irresponsible for my assignment but I feel
like I made up for it today.
Instead
of just throwing out a bunch of words and phrase in my short term memory, I
used a long forgotten lesson taught by Mrs. Clark. In a way, I didn’t teach my
class today, Mrs. Clark did. I hope Mrs. Clark was able to see what I did with
my students today and realize that she is still teaching what she loved 27
years later. I often write about how history repeats itself and today I found
myself in the role of the mentor whom I have enormous respect for.
As a teacher, I hope that I impart a love of learning to my students. I think most of us are into education for partly that reason. I believe the other reason is more personal. Somewhere in that nightmare we called high school, an adult took the time to make a difference in our lives. As way of saying thank you, I think most teachers want to pass that influence on to their own students and hope they make that same difference.
I find it ironic how Mr. and Mrs. Clark influenced me as a teacher. Mr. Clark taught me what not to do. My nature is to tease but he taught me the line which Mr. Clark crossed way too many time during his miserable math classes. Teasing is fine. Ridiculing a student is not. Mrs. Clark is on the postive side of the teacher influence spectrum. I am glad to hear her voice in the back of my head when I get a kid to pick up a graphic novel or anthing else besides The Hunger Games.
Thanks Mrs. Clark, for introducing me to
Shakespeare. Thanks for getting me to
read outside of my comfort zone and introducing me to as much larger world. It’s
an odd feeling to be a teacher now and to realize how some of the smallest
lessons you taught me has become a larger part of how I do things. But I guess that is what a great teacher does.
Thanks for reading my blog.
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