I'm really trying to be superman here. I get that not only does society want me to teach the kids facts, and how to think, but to parent them and engage in moral instruction as well. Yesterday I couldn't cope with it.
I work at a Chicago working-class public high school. Yesterday it was, in case you didn't know, Halloween. We let the children dress up. In my fourth period class, I had a "purger" (like from the movie, not someone mocking eating disorders), two video game characters, two zombies, a slutty barnyard animal, and soldier. The other kids were dressed normal. I offered to take a group picture so I called them up by costume:
"Serial killer, Mario, Brown Shirt B-baller, Zombie...Other Zombie...Cow...Wehrmacht." The cut of the uniform and the stahlhelm (Winter Uniform, the distinctive shape of helmet covered by the cold weather wrap). I wanted to just let it go, but...
"Waffen-SS, actually," he says. And then he stands up and shows me that he's okay though, because he's covered his belt buckle with a with a "Brony" sticker.
We were, what? 10 days out from a mass murder of Jews by a white supremacist (who hated Trump, I know.)? And then I have this clown. And I don't think he was trying to be malicious, but he was managing to be thoughtless--we have a good number of Jews on our faculty. I don't think it was moral cowardice to not call him out on it and send him to the deans (which would have been within my right, and probably, my obligations). It was just fatigue, weariness of trying and thinking about everything I need to do and everyone I need to be for all my people. The kid's a good student--does all his work, isn't ever a behavior problem--we've had good conversations about his band t-shirts because he likes classic rock.
I let it pass.
Anyway, I feel like I was part of the problem by letting it slide. I'm not asking for absolution or forgiveness. It's just a weird thing that happened, and I guess, an encouragement to think about how we accidentally come across to people and to take teachable moments to help those we are responsible for learn to be better people.
I work at a Chicago working-class public high school. Yesterday it was, in case you didn't know, Halloween. We let the children dress up. In my fourth period class, I had a "purger" (like from the movie, not someone mocking eating disorders), two video game characters, two zombies, a slutty barnyard animal, and soldier. The other kids were dressed normal. I offered to take a group picture so I called them up by costume:
"Serial killer, Mario, Brown Shirt B-baller, Zombie...Other Zombie...Cow...Wehrmacht." The cut of the uniform and the stahlhelm (Winter Uniform, the distinctive shape of helmet covered by the cold weather wrap). I wanted to just let it go, but...
"Waffen-SS, actually," he says. And then he stands up and shows me that he's okay though, because he's covered his belt buckle with a with a "Brony" sticker.
We were, what? 10 days out from a mass murder of Jews by a white supremacist (who hated Trump, I know.)? And then I have this clown. And I don't think he was trying to be malicious, but he was managing to be thoughtless--we have a good number of Jews on our faculty. I don't think it was moral cowardice to not call him out on it and send him to the deans (which would have been within my right, and probably, my obligations). It was just fatigue, weariness of trying and thinking about everything I need to do and everyone I need to be for all my people. The kid's a good student--does all his work, isn't ever a behavior problem--we've had good conversations about his band t-shirts because he likes classic rock.
I let it pass.
Anyway, I feel like I was part of the problem by letting it slide. I'm not asking for absolution or forgiveness. It's just a weird thing that happened, and I guess, an encouragement to think about how we accidentally come across to people and to take teachable moments to help those we are responsible for learn to be better people.
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