Recently, I’ve taken the opportunity to reread a two books by David McCulloch; 1776 and John Adams. I’ve also been reading a great book by Stephen Ambrose. These authors are so profound that I’m sorely tempted to just quote from their books, but I won’t.
I want what I say to you to come from me. My humble thoughts aren’t nearly as clear and bright as those who inspire me, but nevertheless, I will share them with you.
This week I am blessed to teach several classes of 7th graders. In preparation, I’m well aware that knowing those you teach and having empathy for them is very important. I’ve tried to remember what I was like in 7th grade. I have concluded that I have to get that thought out of my mind so I won’t act out in class!
My center of gravity in the seventh grade was near my arm pits. My interests ranged from sports to doing stupid stuff with friends to teasing my little sisters. School was okay, but I was not a great student by any measure, and sitting still for anything approaching an hour was nigh unto impossible.
My sympathy, without question, now lies with teachers. My better half taught school for twenty- seven years, primarily in middle school. God bless all teachers. May they make a difference in impressionable minds.
Gradually as junior high progressed and I could run as fast (or nearly as fast) as Beverly Bell, all was well. I actually did enjoy learning, and I remember several teachers who appreciated that fact and responded to most of my lame questions. Gradually --- very gradually --- my center of gravity lowered and learning once again was as fun as it was in elementary school.
By eighth grade I was mostly normal, whatever that means. Life was great. I have been blessed with an optimistic attitude and I love life. I’ve even developed a great exercise program that seems to be working. It consists of getting out of bed every day, showering, and getting ready for the day!
Mayor David Ogden