Back in the day, a euphemism for non-specific but multiple numbers of decades ago, school reconvened in September. More specifically, the day after Labor Day, regardless of the calendar date. With no regard to outside temperatures, we parochial school students dressed in the prescribed uniform and typically walked to school, toting a new lunch box, folders, and possibly book bag. Sometimes it was exceedingly warm in those second story classrooms, but we learned discipline and dealing with inconveniences while our teachers worked diligently to educate us. Our teacher’s identity and the daily lunch menu were not known in advance. Mainland Security could pick up a few tips from my grade school staff concerning such guarded information. No one knew why food choices had to remain a mystery, but we weren’t encouraged at that time to question authority.
Empathy is one of my strong suits and whenever I see youngsters going into a school building, I silently wish them well. I’d love to tell them to believe in themselves, and not in the kids and adults who consciously or without any intentional malice cause them discontent or that awful feeling of inadequacy. “Be strong, be patient, and act as if,” I want to say. “Act as if you feel confident and competent. Someday you will, although it might take longer than you hope, but never give up. And remember, the rest of your classmates are struggling too. They just know how to cover it up better.”
I think my parents told me that numerous times, not in those exact words, but the meaning matched. Did I believe them? I wanted to, but other awkward experiences got in the way. I know now my parents were correct. We all struggle with peer pressure, low self-esteem, or just plain “Woe is me!” feelings whatever our age or circumstances.
Recently I attended a casual, friendly presentation on telephone technology. For most, it was basic information. I needed a glossary for unfamiliar terms. People were excited about the latest phones’ capabilities, and I was grateful my simple flip phone requires little of me. And then that disturbing, anxious feeling from sophomore Geometry class surfaced and mental inquires began. What’s wrong with me that I’m not interested in what most people find fascinating? Why is learning new technology so difficult and challenging for me? Do other people think I’m stuck in the ‘60’s? And on it goes.
How nice if the blue bird of happy thoughts filled my mind with positive affirmations. That didn’t happen, but considerable introspection and good common sense eventually helped allay my feelings of inadequacy. I decided if anyone questions my lack of sophisticated communication devices, I’ll explain about embracing a life of simplicity. When my thinking isn’t skewed by negative thoughts, I realize no one really cares what my phone looks like. Besides, my stuff and I are reminders of how things used to be. Someone needs to foster nostalgia in this fast paced world and I’ll volunteer.
One more thought for students of all ages, best wishes as you learn more about the world, and technology, and the importance of believing in yourself. There is no universal definition of success. Be creative and independent. Learn from your mistakes, and enjoy the journey as you travel life’s paths.