As a teacher educator, I consistently find myself pulling
from my experiences as a kid growing-up in inner-city Cleveland. For instance, I tell my students (many of
whom come from suburban/middle-class households) how obscure and abstract
getting a college education was for me in high school. Sure, I heard people on television and
teachers talking about the importance of going to college but they might as
well have been talking about the importance of buying a BMW. No one on my street or in my house had ever
gone to college, in fact, most people never even graduated from high school. I knew no one outside of school with a college
degree, and almost everyone I hung out with couldn't dream of punishing themselves
with two yet along four more years of school after high school. Yet, these same people (without the B.S., M.A., Ed., PhD, etc.) were some of the brightest and most passionate people I've known. You learn by what’s closest to you, and a
college education was right next to winning the lottery for me and for far too many U.S.
youth.
Interestingly enough, I did graduate with a college
education and I have spent most of my career advocating for the importance of
education. However, in retrospect, I was inches away on many different
occasions from falling prey to dropping out of high school- like so many
friends and family members. I frequently tell my
students a story of one of those instances when I was saved by an unlikely hero-
a local university student doing his student teaching at our urban high school. I tell my university students (who are all
preparing to become teachers) this story before they head out in local schools
to work with middle and high school students.
My goal in telling my university students this story is for them to
understand that what they do and don’t do when placed in area schools matters. I want my students to actively seek out
opportunities, however small, to make a difference in the lives of children.
Since my university students are themselves still in school, and most are in
their early twenties, there’s a unique opportunity for them to build a rapport and
relationship with their students. It should be noted that my university students
bring with them a fresh set of eyes, helpful hands, and naive optimism that may
give middle/high school students the extra-opportunities, supports, and inches they need to be successful.
My Story: An Inch
Away
I was a naive freshman experiencing the first week of classes at a brand new high school. In many regards, I was not an ideal student. As I entered high school, I was one of those middle school students that just managed to get by in my classes. I learned quickly in the first week of class how important it was to make friends and “fit-in”- after all, high school is one big popularity contest. After my second period class, a few students I went to middle school with came over and asked if I wanted to skip school with them. Not having too many friends and knowing how important it was to fit-in, I agreed. We plotted our escape past the school’s security guards, and low and behold the next thing I knew I’m running out of the school’s backdoor and towards the parking lot. Once outside of the school, we agreed to walk one street over to go hide behind a small convenient store. Ironically enough, once we got back there, and all breathed a sigh of relief, a gang of teens immediately walked over and pulled a knife on us, demanding we hand over our wallets. Fight or flight kicked-in and I immediately dashed away from the thugs and back towards my high school.
I remember I ran to the back entrance of the school that we initially dashed out of in hopes that I could sneak back-in during the shuffle between class periods. However, this wasn't possible, as a school security officer was standing right in the door way! I was done for and started to think of other places I could go (i.e. the park, hide in the basement, hang out by the football field, etc.). I wish I had never agreed to skip class, and I truly wanted to go back inside of school, but I didn't want to get caught by the school’s security guard- which would have certainly led to a suspension and getting yelled at by my parents. Knowing that I couldn't get back into the school, I walked a few inches away from the school’s backdoor, and then it happened.
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| Actual Backdoor of My Old High School |
A student teacher from a local university was entering through
the back entrance of the school to complete hours for his student teaching
experience. As I walked away, this young
man yelled over, “hey, kid, where are you going?” Since he seemed cool and close to my age, I
told him the predicament that I was in… that I really wanted to go back to
class and that this whole thing was a mistake… I told him that I messed-up but that
it was too late and now I have nowhere to go. In a single act of courage, and in words that
I’ll never forget, the young college student said, “follow me.” He grabbed my arm, walked me passed the
attentive security guard, and finally into my fifth period class. As soon as we walked in, this name-less college
student yelled over to my fifth period teacher, “he was with me.” I ran to my seat with a whole new outlook on
school. This university student- who
wanted to become a teacher- gave me a second a chance.
In the end, all of these inches add-up to yards, miles, diplomas, Phds, books, and blogs. For all those teachers and student teachers fighting to give our youth those extra-inches and opportunities, Thank You.
In the end, all of these inches add-up to yards, miles, diplomas, Phds, books, and blogs. For all those teachers and student teachers fighting to give our youth those extra-inches and opportunities, Thank You.
