There Ought to be a Law

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Attention Congress, state legislatures, local governments:  I am proposing a law that requires every elected official in America to spend at least one day as a substitute teacher in a first grade class in a public school. To see what you’re funding. Or not funding.

Here is how your day might go:

You walk into your class that morning, and the first thing you notice is a handful of kids eating school breakfasts at their desks. A handful in this class of twenty equals 20%.   That’s when it occurs to you— possibly for the first time—that in some places, one in five kids goes hungry until lunchtime. You remember feeling hungry, don’t you? It’s tough to concentrate. Difficult to grasp new concepts. If it’s hard for you, what is it like for a first grader?   It’s impossible.

What appears at first to be chaos to you, is simply the fact that you don’t know the routine and the kids do. Because of this, you will be forced to ask a bunch of six-years old what to do. And they will tell you.

Once they realize that you are at their mercy, you are fresh meat to hungry wolves. “Our teacher lets us do this. I’m allowed to sit here. Can I go to the nurse? Our teacher always gives us candy now.” That’s how intelligent they are. So think about it. If they are capable of this level of complex stratagem at this age, imagine what they will do out in the world with the proper guidance and role models.

As you begin to figure out the system, your respect for their teacher grows exponentially. After all, she is the one who, at the beginning of the year, took these twenty little people and taught them cues that would quiet and calm them so that she could do what comes next.

Which is to teach them. Teach them letters, then words, then sentences. Teach them numbers, then math. Teach them how to write all these things.

All the while teaching them to get along with nineteen other little people, with the kids in other classes, with various adult personalities. To exercise restraint. To show respect for one another. To collaborate. To work independently. To figure things out for themselves. To ask for help.

But you’re not teaching any of these things at the moment. You’re simply trying to keep your head above water; trying to bring some order to the chaos.

Enter the teacher’s aid. She claps her hands three times and suddenly the din dies down, the children clap back to her and take their assigned seats. She breaks them into groups. You and she each take a group and proceed to teach the children how to make new words with prefixes.   Later, as the first graders write about their field trip to a local nature center, the aid walks about and lays down the law in firm but kind tones, helps them with their sentences. You want to kiss this woman when she departs an hour later. More than that, you want to grab her around the ankles and beg her not to leave.

You get a grip on yourself and manage to teach the little people that twenty nickels = 100 cents, and that 100 cents = $1.00. You’re impressed with their ability to count to 100 by fives. Did you already know this in first grade? You don’t think so.

About the time the energy level of the six-year olds threatens to overwhelm you, it’s time to take them to the Phys. Ed. teacher. Though not religious, you thank God in heaven above for this reprieve. Please Lord, you pray, let them come back tired.

It just so happens you’re substituting on a Friday, and while the kids are in Phys. Ed, several bags of food are delivered to your room. These are “Cub Care” packets, according to notes from the teacher, and you are to put these in the backpacks of the same kids who were eating breakfast this morning. This will help ensure that these children will have some nourishment over the weekend.  You hadn’t really thought about that before, had you? Never really asked yourself, if they need food on weekdays, what happens over the weekend?

Now here you are, looking at these twenty very real little bodies, with real names—John, Malcolm, Isaac, Clarisse, Maya—their faces looking up at you because you are the adult. You are going to take care of them. Teach them. Help them make their way.

You start to get your act together and when you do, you begin to see the respect in their eyes. Before the day is over, they jockey to hold your hand on the way to recess. They spontaneously hug you at snack time. You’re starting to feel some of the rewards of teaching. But could you get up and do this every day? No way.

Are you glad that other men and women feel passion for this calling? Way.

Back in the Capitol, maybe you rethink a few things.

  • Teacher’s salaries. These kids are the future. And that future, in large part, is in the hands of the teachers. Shouldn’t they be paid like the future depends on it?
  • Teacher’s aids. Face it: you wouldn’t have made it to lunch without those aids. Don’t make cuts there!
  • School meal programs. Hungry people can’t learn. Period. And now that you’ve seen the faces behind the food, is this really where you want to cut the budget? Are you going to be the one who sends them home hungry?
  • Minimum wage. Most of their parents make minimum wage, if that.   Raise it, and maybe they could pay for three squares a day for their family. They’d rather do that, than get government assistance.
  • Phys. Ed programs. You will never again question their benefits.

You just spent the day with America’s future. You put a Band-Aid on its finger. You soothed its hurt feelings. You taught it our currency system. At the end of the day, it hugged you around the waist.

You taught a little person something; saw his eyes light up when he got it. It felt good, didn’t it? Spend just one day teaching a first grader. Then cast your vote.

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “There Ought to be a Law

  1. Thank you, Linda! Thank you for understanding that what we do is a calling, yes, and also deserves fair compensation. Thank you for being an advocate for these children. I’m so glad for you that you had the opportunity to feel what we feel every day. And most of all, thank you for being a substitute, because without people like you we teachers wouldn’t be able to care for ourselves which in turn allows us to care for these children.

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