One of my Facebook friends posted a note she received from her son’s teacher. It was an official printed form–a “Behavior Reflection.” The child actually writes his own offense on the form which seems a little demeaning to me. He was blowing on dandelions during a fire drill.
Really? How do I not have a thousand of those “Behavior Reflection”s at home?
Reading my friend’s Facebook post reminded me of Jimmy Kimmel at Saturday’s White House Correspondents Dinner. As Kimmel was finishing his monologue he paused for some reflection on his school years.
I also want to thank Mr. Mills my 10th grade high school history teacher who said I’d never amount to anything if I kept screwing around in class. Mr. Mills, I’m about to high-five the President of the United States.
And then, after asking permission from the president, that’s just what he did.
I wish I had been a less disruptive, better student. My teachers surely shared that desire. That’s just not who I was nor who I am. School wasn’t designed for kids like me, or Jimmy Kimmel, or maybe even the dandelion blowing grade schooler.
In the end my performance in school had little bearing on my relative success in life. My guess is the same will hold true for my friend’s son.