Things we are thankful for
OVERHEARD IN THE DINING HALL: (A teacher/cycling coach) “I once played trumpet in the show “Man of La Mancha.” First trumpet? No, I was more like WORST trumpet.”
Well, Gloglanders (Glogizens? Glogfolk? I think we need a word to describe all of you out there), we care coming down to it. We are one month and one day from graduation, that special day when the Senior class gets that special thing that the students have been waiting for for so long: A ride home.
No, I mean a diploma! That magnificent piece of paper, that affirmation of a job well done. Yes, in just a few short weeks (32 days, but who is counting… right, Zee, John, Min Jae, and Courtney?) the members of the class of 2013 will put on their very best blue and white robes, march across the upper field behind our very own bagpiper extraordinaire, Hillary Hough ’07, and watch as their beloved teachers melt into little puddles of teacher-sweat while wearing heavy black robes and hoods. Sound like fun?
This morning, Mr Candura spoke eloquently about Gould’s annual fund and about being thankful for things at Gould. It was a great assembly, and I was reminded of two important things:
A: I forgot to send in my annual fund pledge card, and they are probably throwing darts at my picture right now, and
2: I need to be more expressive about things for which I am thankful.
So here goes. Well, #2 anyways. The pledge card will have to wait until this Glog is complete.
I could write about he things I am thankful for in my family. And I am. Thankful. I have a beautiful, brilliant, funny wife who just might have hacked this Glog. I have two wonderful children that represent my favorite flavors- sweet and spicy (people who know Ben and Chaia already know which is which). I have healthy families on both sides, and I live in a great house in a beautiful town.
But I’m not going to write about that.
I’m going to do a “Gould Top Five List” of the things for which I am grateful. Spirit of full disclosure: I have truly grown up at this school. When I arrived in the latter half of the fourteenth century as a young teacher, I was, well, young. My apartment in Davidson was decorated in a style that I like to call “post-collegiate mishmash.” My car was a mostly-dead Subaru wagon, that eventually met it’s demise at the hands (antlers?) of an irate deer. My favorite color shirt was tie-dye. And in the process of being here, coaching (soccer, skiing) and teaching (Spanish 1,2, and 3), as well as living and learning, I grew up in little steps. Moments like:
- I got married
- I had 2 children
- I got a Masters degree
- I got a car that wasn’t a dangerous public nuisance.
I have been here a Loooooooooooooooooooooooong time, and I have had the opportunity to be grateful for a lot of things. Here, in no special order, are five of them:
- I am grateful to have grown up in a place that knows me and is STILL willing to put up with me. To paraphrase/mutilate a saying by former political “everything” Hillary Clinton, “It takes a village to raise a 25 year old man.”
- I’m especially thankful for the technology revolution in our school, as it has allowed me to stay in touch with former students (going back 20+ years here!). And also to watch cats on treadmills.
- I am thankful for soup in the dining hall. trust me people, it’s really that good. Pretty much every day.
- I thank my lucky stars every day that Gould was wise enough/crazy enough to hire a young female math teacher at exactly the right time for me. Especially one that collected, as I did, Dr. Seuss books. Come see our collection sometime.
- I am thankful to have had some wonderful mentors over the years here. People like Charlie Newell, who taught me not to take my job too seriously, John Wight, who taught me to take it seriously, and Lorenzo Baker, who taught me from very early on that the classroom was only one place where students learn, and that raising adults from adolescents is a wonderfully messy business.
I am grateful for all these things and more, Gould Glogees. Thank you, Gould.