So, if you’ve ever heard the song “Another brick in the wall” by Pink Floyd then you recognized the title of this blogpost. When I hear this song, it brings certain memories back to mind that I would rather forget. I would like to preface this post by saying that I have come to love and respect teachers. Some of my dearest friends are teachers. But as a kid, I strongly disliked the majority of my teachers and did not enjoy school.
I started kindergarten two months after my fifth birthday. (And have I already mentioned in past blogposts that I was my mom’s baby?) Years later I would hear my mother lament sending me to school so early. Truthfully, I’m not sure it would have mattered. There were moments I enjoyed but mostly I got fussed at for not doing my work and for staring out the window. Fun times.
I enjoyed recess, music, reading and history. But I hated math. I always told myself the big fat lie that I would never use math so therefore it was not important. Since I didn’t even try in math, I would usually get the following on my report card: F- failing subject; U- unsatisfactory; N- needs improvement. I would laugh and say, “I had fun in math this nine weeks.” This infuriated my mom. She was always an excellent student and expected all of us kids to follow in her footsteps. Mom knew I could do the work but that I wasn’t even trying.
I guess a few times each year I would do enough required work to pass to the next grade since I was never held back. I had a few teachers that saw potential in me and actually inspired me to do my work. But then I had a couple more teachers who tried to convince me that I was just plain dumb and not worth their time. I can see both of them vividly and remember both of their names. Many times in my adult life I have thought how wonderful it would be to take my bachelors degree from Murray state university and rub it in their faces. In my very humble opinion, Mr. J and Mr. K (both math teachers) were not in the right vocation. Mr. J loved to hunt and talked about it incessantly. He even kept a plastic decoy duck on his desk. I imagine it was a visual reminder during those bad days when he had trouble remembering why he chose to be a teacher. Mr. K had me convinced that I was “special” and put me in remedial math. Do I blame him? No, I don’t…now. I used to but I don’t anymore. He probably had no choice since I wouldn’t do my work.
I’m sure some of my classmates have good memories of these two teachers. I am very happy to report that I finally learned to apply myself and do my work and prove to the world, and myself, that I’m not a dummy.
If you are a teacher, please know that I respect what you do. If you love kids and want to encourage them to achieve their dreams, I pray you are blessed each day you go to work. If you teach kids or are thinking about becoming a teacher please pray about it and make sure it is something you desire to do.
I would like to conclude by saying that anyone can find themselves in the wrong profession. Accountant, lawyer, doctor, waitress, therapist, nurse…anyone. Also, we all need reminders at difficult times during our careers to remember why we chose our profession.
And now let’s all pray for Mr. J and Mr. K…Heavenly Father, if these two men are still alive I pray you bless them. Thank you for me not holding on to any bad memories and having peace with all math teachers. In Jesus name, Amen.
““And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses.”
Mark 11:25 NKJV