So I have some work to do, but I have one more cool teacher story, since you've all been sharing such nice stories.
I had a spot in my schedule I had to fill in my senior. So I signed up for Geology, which was, in our school, "rocks for jocks" back then. /1
And the Geology teacher, a gruff phys ed teacher, took me aside and said:
"Yeah. Okay. You're probably too smart for this class. It would be an easy A. So I'm gonna make it less easy.
You're gonna help teach it."
And I thought, okay, cool, I can do a presentation.
/2
This was not at all hostile. The teacher was trying to think of a way to challenge me.
So he said: "You do this lecture in a few weeks."
I said: Yeah, can do, sure.
Then he says: "And the *class* is gonna grade you."
/3
And he was really blunt. He said: "Look, these are mostly kids who are in business or vocational tracks. You know a lot about science. So you need to do this and not show off, but teach them and get them to understand this."
Suddenly, I wasn't so confident.
/4
So, the day comes, and I am actually sweating this out. This course that was supposed to be a gut, that I was going to pass with my eyes closed, felt like a senior project.
So I do the lecture. The other kids are given little ballots.
/5
It was almost all As, with nice comments on them. The gruff old jock running the class nodded. Life went on.
Years later, I'm visiting the school, I thank him for it. He says: "You coulda passed that class with your eyes closed. I wasn't gonna let you do that."
/6
Not only was it the first thrill of finding out that maybe I could teach, but I took away a great lesson for future teaching: That being super-smart in the subject area isn't the same thing as being a good teacher.
One of the best classes I ever took.
/7x
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So, today I told the story of one of the worst teachers I ever had, a high school math teacher who made my life miserable for a while. But I think I should balance that with a description of the two teachers who kept me sane in high school, because gratitude and all. /1
One (who I know reads Twitter now and then) was my high school English teacher, a leftist who didn't take an ounce of shit from me and made me defend every stupid right-wing thing I ever said. We had a blast as we read, really *read*, books like 1984 and More's Utopia. /2
He was a nonconformist and we were both, erm, irascible, and we became friends and still are, and I love him as family. He's a wonderful artist and gave me refuge at his apartment many times during the crapstorm of HS. /3
So, during this #AT40 flashback, I'll tell the story of what it was like to go to my high school in 1978.
I was a science nerd because as a working class kid I figured the only real jobs were in STEM, and I did love chemistry. But I hated math. /1
My trig teacher was the head of the Math dept, a 347 year old spinster who hated all living things and, I think, ate kittens for breakfast. Anyway, she looked at my PSAT and decided that I should be an A+ student in trig, not realizing that I was just good at taking exams. /2
And I was struggling with trig and she decided to call my parents and suggest that I was lying about my bad grades because she hadn't heard from them and assumed the silence was because I had burned my report cards or something. She was, uh, not a warm person. /3
One of the things I go after in the new book is the nonsense that "we" are at war. Lots of deployments of volunteers - basically for continual anti-terror duty - is not "forever war" and the public keeps supporting it no matter how much they pretend otherwise. /1
Do we need to do this kind of anti-terror, great power policing? Probably not. But stop saying "we're" at war. You're no more at war than the British public was in the late 19th century. No one is being drafted and nothing is being asked of you, the average citizen. Nothing. /2
Are the volunteers "at war?" No, but they're in danger all the same. War is a social and political undertaking. What we do now is a kind of outsourced security tasking to volunteers who are willing to do it for our nation and our people. Dangerous, but not "forever war." /3
So, I did an interview on radio today about Able Archer, the 1983 NATO exercise that apparently scared the poo out of the Kremlin. There are still analysts who think this wasn't much of a fuss, but more declassified documents suggest it was plenty scary. A few notes. /1
The declassified stuff now confirms that US intelligence saw a sudden and unusual alert of Soviet forces, esp in East Germany, as if they were preparing for a nuclear strike. Analysts looking at this later have been trying to untangle why it wasn't a much bigger alert. /2
So, reading through the declassified stuff in the new volume of Foreign Relations of the U.S., there are some clues, and they add to what we know already. First, it's clear there was dissent within the Kremlin about the level of the U.S. threat. We knew this part. /3
So, promised you all a more uplifting story of something that happened today in Boston. I was in an old building with a business on each floor, with a very narrow staircase. An old lady was coming up the stairs. We were masked but it was very small and so I quickly backed up. /1
When I stepped back, I knocked over a sign for one of the businesses. The door behind it was locked, and I figured it was closed, and the old lady was trying to get up the stairs, and so I left. As I was crossing the street, a guy follows me out with the sign. /2
He is *really mad*, as the sign has a crack in it and he is chewing me out in broken English. "I work hard! For my children! Come on man!" Now *I'm* mad, and I say: "This was blocking the hallway, and the old lady couldn't get by, and whaddaywant!" and I'm being all Masshole. /3