True or False

Dec 23

trueorfalsefg.jpgIt’s Christmas Eve and we need a heartwarming story.

Although I write a humor blog these days and live in New York City, I once was an elementary school teacher in a rural area. This is one of my best memories from those days. It’s not funny or irreverent, as these posts tend to be, but maybe it helps explain why I’m Not Bitter . .

Sometimes you actually do something good, something that changes things.

My first year as a teacher (I only lasted two years, but that’s another story), I had a kid in my fourth grade class named Jimmy. One of the first things that Jimmy told me was that he was “dumb.” That startled me a bit, and when I questioned him, he elaborated: everyone knew he was dumb, he had always been dumb, and he had even been left back in the third grade. Very Forrest Gump.

And yet. Something about this kid got under my skin. First of all, I knew — just knew — that he wasn’t unintelligent. (I discourage the use of the word “dumb” in any event, boys and girls). I didn’t care what the IQ test indicated, or what anybody else said, or how many grades he had repeated.

For one thing, he had asked me a question — the question, actually — the question that has no answer. Which is: If God made everything, who made God? I told him that he should talk to someone at his church, but come on, a kid who’s “dumb” doesn’t ask something like that in the first place.

There were other signs, too, but I had 37 other kids in the class (really!) and didn’t have time to figure out what was wrong.

Until one day, a chain of events was set off that would explain it all . . .

No books at the inn:
The science books didn’t arrive. Thirty-eight kids, no text books, the education system sucked then too. Without books, I had to read the material to the class from the teacher’s manual and discuss it with them.

Afterwards, I gave a simple True or False test. T or F. And guess what, Jimmy answered every single question correctly. 100%. Same story the next time. And the time after that. He was amazed. The other kids were amazed. One teacher even suggested that he had a 50/50 shot each time, and he was just being lucky! But when I questioned him about the material, he had understood it very well. Better than I did, actually, since science is not my strong suit. I was now determined to solve this mystery. (It is not for nothing that I ended up producing Nancy Drew years later.)

The story was simply this: Jimmy wore glasses, very strong glasses  — but he hadn’t always had them. In fact, when he started school, he could hardly see the words on a page, much less read them. It was only because he was so bright (which a follow-up test showed) that he learned to read at all – after he got his glasses. But by then he was hopelessly behind, and was thought to be slow.” When he got to my class, he was reading about a year or so below grade level, and couldn’t have handled the science book, although he had no trouble at all with the concepts.

But he had bought into the idea that he was dumb, that he couldn’t learn, and this had become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Looking back, it’s surprising that no one had figured this out. But no one had. Anyway,
once I knew what was going on, I contacted his parents, who arranged for tutoring to get him up to speed. By the end of the term, he was reading at grade level, and the next year, he did very well.  

Case Closed.

One of my most prized possessions is a letter from his father telling me that I changed the course of his son’s life. Well, a little bit of luck didn’t hurt either, but still. When I get down on myself for all the mistakes I make (and I make more mistakes per square inch than anyone I know), I think about this episode in my life, and figure that hey, I’m not as dumb as I look . . .

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY! Especially to Jimmy, wherever you are.

 

This story appeared in www.littlefoureyes.com
(Search: True or False)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.