When Life Sends You On A Journey
Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts

Saturday, April 6

Then And Now ...

I feel it behooves me to state some comparisons here about what it was like when I was a kid and what it is like now. 

Societal norms have changed a lot.  Government "interference" in daily life has changed a lot.   How parents rear their children has changed.  And how kids interact with the world at large has changed IMMENSELY.  And I got examples!

When I was a kid in the 70s, corporal punishment by a teacher or principal was legally and ethically fine.  I know this because on one occasion in the 2nd grade I had been punished by the principal with a paddle.  Not fun at all.  Kids were raised to respect their elders and many parents used corporal punishment at home.  Mine sure did. 

Today's youth seem to be allowed to bully their peers, their parents, their teachers, and there are a lot of stories of kids calling the authorities on their parents if they touched them.   What was once acceptable discipline, is now possibly against the law in some counties.   Striking a child with a paddle isn't, at it's heart, a very fun thing to do.  And I mean one good whack on the tush, not a repeated thing intent on injury.  

We were given a choice of paddling or standing in the corner.  I always chose the least painful option, and stood in the corner.  This was at home mind you.  When I got older, no choices, it always was "go to your room."  I was a sassy teenager.  I admit it.  If I heard my Dad raise his voice, it was cringe time, and time to shut the heck up!   Kids nowadays don't even care about all that.  They just talk louder right back.  Some parents have become their children's friends, and opt to do no spanking and let their children seemingly do whatever they want in public.  This always disturbs me, cause it seems like some parents have let the child take over the household.  That never would have happened in my parent's home.  NEVER!

After I graduated high school things seemed to change quickly, and now you see and hear more kids being verbally belligerent, ignoring authorities, and more bullying and unfortunately criminal behavior with guns and mass shootings in schools.  My has the world changed so much in 30 years. 

Of course technology has changed immensely since the 70s.  TVs only brought in local channels.  Most were huge boxes with vacuum tubes and giant monitors.  And, oh dear, you had to get up and turn a dial or touch some buttons to change the channel!  Most families only had 1 or 2 TVs and most kids didn't have their own TVs in their bedrooms. 

Computers in business, computers in schools, computers in the homes....this phenomenon didn't occur until the 80s.  We never had a computer in the home until after my brother graduated high school.  I first learned how to write a simple computer program in my senior year.  It was on a Radio Shack TSR80 computer.  The monitor only displayed 2 colors, black and white.  No pretty dance of the spectrum of the rainbow.  That came a few years later. 

When I was a kid, art was my world... common mediums were markers, pencil, wood, glue, and paper of all kinds.  Now things are created on computer screens with many different programming tools.  2D is common, 3D is the rage now.  And kids can create many things I never even dreamed of when I was in elementary school.   They pick up any computerized gizmo and suddenly are like Rembrandt to a canvas, they design things as if it is no big deal! 

Now I like the changes in technology, don't get me wrong. I'm a sucker for my IPhone, IPad and computer.  I can communicate with more people in a click of a button than the number of people I ever knew in my 13 years of schooling (before college).  What I realized over the past several years, is they can become your life, become addicting, and change your moods.  Not good if you cannot control what you do with them and how long you spend on them or in front of them.  

Society has not been able to KEEP OUT the unwanted things though with this rampant technological age of changes.  Spam hits our emails, graphic sexual displays are clicks away for youth to see, hackers get into every kind of business' computer system and steal names, numbers, and destroy people's financial lives and sense of security.  

I never ever thought of the number of ways technology could be used to harm others while I was learning about computers.  I was always amazed and engrossed in the ways text could be manipulated on the screen, the background colors could be arranged, the way you can click on a word on the screen and something happens.  THAT was amazing to me.  Knowing how to ruin someone else's life was not in my heart.   That part has always stumped me, but I guess some people get a kick of out the evil they can partake in, at the expense of others lives and well-being. 

Parents have to be diligent to monitor their children in new and inventive ways.  Parents are busy with their work and careers, now they must be cognizant with what their kids are doing on computers and who they interact with.  I don't recall being concerned with so much when I was a youth.  And since I don't have children, I have not had the same worries as those peers of mine that do. 

Life has gotten crazier in many respects.   And I believe some of it has to be from disengaging in personal one-on-one interaction and caring about others.  I love my computerized gizmos, and I love "talking" with others on them; but they do not make up for the human connection through personal touch, hugs, and kisses, and companionship while sitting in the same room as another.  The art of everyday conversation has turned into the art of texting while driving and hoping to avoid the next accident.

    ....  in some ways life brings new exciting things, in other ways it loses its sense of meaning.  Hold on, we'll be back to my life's journey next time. 







 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, March 26

Education's Where It's At ....

My favorite teacher at Blackhurst Elementary School was my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Hettich.  She was a wonderful teacher, she was pretty, and she made learning fun. 

She let me draw things, not part of the regular art classes we had during each month, but just different things and she'd hang them on the wall in the classroom.  I loved to give her stuff.  It got displayed and I felt happy she enjoyed them.  I don't remember any of the specific things just that she let them be hung on the wall.  That gave me such a warm feeling inside, to know my favorite teacher did that. 

Her daughter went to France for her senior year in high school and Mrs. Hettich had her come speak to us about her travels and what she learned over there.  When we were allowed to ask questions, I raised my hand in the air so high, and when she called on me,  the only burning question I had in my head was "do they have popcorn over there?"   And she said "no."   I quipped back, "Well I don't think my Mom would enjoy that then, because that is her favorite snack."   What a silly thing for a kid to ask, yet it pointed to who else was on my mind at that moment, my Mom.  This would not be the only time my Mom came up in something I discussed or worked on in my school projects. 

We found out early on in the school year that Mrs. Hettich had hypoglycemia - probably because kids liked to bring in stuff for her all the time, and she had to pass on the sweets.  They would make her blood sugar go up and then crash later.  We all remembered this at the end of the school year.  

One day when she was still on her lunch break, all of the class discussed what we would like to do for Mrs. Hettich as a going away gift.  One of the kids said his Dad worked at a place that makes trophies, and so we decided to give her a trophy for the World's Best Teacher.   And for 11 and 12 year olds, somehow we came up with the money to have that made.   I suppose money from allowances or kids' parents was how that happened.  Where there was a will, there was a way.  

We also decided we would have a party, and bring foods she could eat and enjoy, not just all the snack, sweets and junk kids like to eat, though some of that would be there too.  I couldn't tell you what I brought, but I do know she was so surprised and overcome by all the attention, and the trophy I think made her cry.  She was a marvelous teacher, and like in some movies I have seen over the years, we kids repaid her for her loving care and concern for us and our education.  

I realized somewhere along the way that she belonged to the same parish my family went to.  I would always search her out at Mass and sometimes I would see her and a big grin would come across my face.  And other times, she wasn't there.  She was the first teacher I really cared about and was one of the reasons I had teaching as an aspiring career goal.  But that goal never materialized, and it would take me many years to figure out why.

                  ..... teachers were not the only people that impressed up on me as you'll see soon enough.