What did you read last year in 9th Grade English?” (Silence)
Have you ever heard about the Iliad? (Silence)
Do you all read books and write essays? (“Yeah,” with uncertainty)
What books were they?” (Umm, I don’t know!)
I would like to say that I have spent the last six years teaching what was required of my curriculum such as elements of theatre or basic fundamentals of music. I would like to have a cornucopia of lesson plans that covers the full diaspora of music theory, history and analysis. I’m sure that I have taken into consideration the importance of equipping all my students with the necessary tools needed to perform at a proficient or higher level in the curriculum for which I am charged to instruct. However, I would be speaking a great lie If I said that I have not strayed off course many many times.
I think the purpose of this “thought” is to speak about my “off course” moments over the last 6 years and the effect they have had on my attitude towards the field of education.
I must first return to my beginnings in the world of education and lead you to where I believe I am meant to be.
I have always been an achiever at all that I have set out to do. Part of my motivation came from the example set by my older sister (3 years) and her constant waves of success that flowed throughout our household all during her elementary and secondary years in school. I had aspirations of going into political science or some form of business, especially hotel management. But conflict, turmoil and bureaucracy led me to the monthly school board meetings.
Let me set this up as clearly as possible. I was Freshmen Class Vice President, Sophomore Class President, Vice President of Student Council my junior year and President of Student Council my Senior Year. I was at Normandy when the change was starting to take place. I will talk more to this change later. But understand that it is this change that is part of the nucleus of the disease that has permeated my school district as well as the field of teaching all together. The student year book was eliminated my Sophomore Year and as president of my class I took it upon myself to form a committee...SCRY (Student Committee for the Revival of the Yearbook)... Truly don’t remember most details. I went to board meetings. The first one at McKinley Elementary had me standing in front of the community and school board with a poster of my drawing of an opened yearbook with a sun rising out of it. I spoke about the importance of preserving the memories that many of my peers had worked so hard to create.
My second plight which brings me more to the shift in career goals that will later relate to “the change” I have spoken about, was the lack of a Report Card/Transcript during the end of the first semester of my senior year.
Back then, Normandy would use Westinghouse to provide us with all data as well as report card print-outs. I had been accepted to Morehouse on December 19 of my Senior year as early consideration pending final transcript. My final transcript as far as requirements would have been coming before Christmas vacation. Well that wasn’t the case.
My counselor repeated the same information..”We’re working on it, but there’s nothing we can do about this.” Apparently Normandy hadn’t paid a bill to Westinghouse and no one was able to do anything about it until the bill was paid. That meant NO report cards or Official Transcripts for anyone. Well I wasn’t having that!
I rallied over 300 seniors..(we had classes of 400 back then)..to leave a basketball game in Viking Hall during half time to drive or walk over to the ugly green administration building next to the Junior High School. We went in full force and I went straight to the microphone. Steven Cousins immediately told me that I was out of order and Mr. Berra and Mr. Boedges demanded that they let me speak. And so I did.
With the agenda in my hand, I read where they were discussing the wearing of head apparel inside the school building. The reading (created by Steven Cousins) went on to explain that we must teach our children what the real world will require of them, therefore, men must remove their hats when entering an academic building. He went so far as to suggest that women be mindful of the type of hair combs and other accessories they had in their head as well.
This is what these grown, professional men and women felt compel to sit up and discuss while over 300 students’ future was in jeopardy because our transcripts were not available. Speaking at a snails pace, “I find it very difficult to stand here and read this crap about hair combs and hats and I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to go to the college of my dreams. Mr. Cousins, you’re sitting up here with your perfectly tied bow tie trying to impress upon these people how important looks are leaves me to believe that that is all you are really concerned with...”LOOKS!” The room erupted into applause. Joe Collins (Pres.) is rubbing his chin and Mrs. Becky Jones (Secretary)is secretly smiling on the inside. I went on to tell them to “stop playing with our futures and get this bill paid or they were going to have over 300 members of the class of 1987 walk right out of this school district.” More applause. With that I turned and all who could fit into the small “haunted house-ish” green administration building filed out into the streets and cars and went back over to the basketball game. For which we lost,,,,but we didn’t give a damn.
The next day a letter was given to all students stating that Normandy will be temporarily using another data firm to calculate our grades and we would be receiving our report cards and transcripts for first semester during the last week of February.
Now...why did I just relive all that? Steven Cousins made me angry. Not him, the man. But what he represented. He represented the bureaucrat that was put in place to give off the perception that he was concerned about education. He looked good in his suit and he spoke with big impressive words. He was an attorney for pete’s sake. What was more disturbing was that he had power and people really listened to him.
It was at that moment that I decided that I wanted to be in a position that would allow for me to affect change in the education system from the highest level in my district. Being superintendent was more than a position but the highest level of my calling. But why and how did I wait over 20 years to come to start this part of accomplishing this goal?