A respite from my “Why Love Is Important” series. Well, maybe not. Anyway, yesterday morning, I was walking home from the Student Union on campus, my canvas bag filled with bags of Starbucks coffee grinds to feed my flowers. In front of me I saw Mary approaching. She saw me and waved, ran, and hugged me.
“Dr. Schmier,” she quietly screamed. “You’re my hero!”
“What heroic thing did I do to deserve that?” I quizzically asked.
“You got in my face and stayed there and you taught me that I had to get in my own face,” she gleefully squealed. “You wouldn’t let me just get by and now I don’t. I always thought I was nothing more than a C student at best. You didn’t. You always said that I was disrespecting myself by thinking that way, and made me see I was better than I thought. Boy, I think I took up all the tough love you had to get me to love myself and believe in myself. You kicked my butt so much it was so sore I couldn’t sit down after Fall semester. Now, I do it to myself. I see how much I can do when I give it all that I have to give, however much that is. I got such good grades spring and this semester. No, I learned a lot and got good grades. I owe you a thanks and another hug.”
After she gave me a big hug, I said with a gratifying smile, “Then, you’re your own hero, not me.”
We talked a bit more, hugged, and went our ways. I had taken a few steps when I heard from behind me, “Oh, I’m going to keep on being that butterfly coming out of the cocoon.” I hesitated on the next step. A tear formed in my eyes. Without looking back, I took a deep breath, tightened my lips, shot my arm high in the air, and gave a firm thumbs up acknowledgement. On the walk home, the 25 pounds of fertilizing coffee grinds didn’t seem as heavy as before. I thought about Mary and the tooth and nail fight she had put up. Love doesn’t do any good if you keep it trapped inside you, does it. It feels good only when you live it, only when you let it flow from your heart into every fiber of your being and every moment of your life, only when you use it to make a positive difference in someone’s life. But, I’m getting ahead of my story.
It is last fall semester, the last semester of my 46 year career in the classroom at VSU. Mary is a first year student. She just wants what she is accustomed to: to be lectured to, to be told what’s important, to know what’s going to be on the test, and cram and memorize for it the night before for a short answer test. In journal entry after entry I read of her resistance and dismay with the testless, gradeless, “community work,” non-traditional class. Finally, she comes up to me towards the end of the semester in class with her usual moans and groans. The students are finishing and getting ready to present their final history project. This past semester, to learn and use and teach the material they’ve read and watched and written about, they’ve written a Dr. Seuss book, composed and performed a song, sculpted, drew an abstract painting, and now they’ve gone to Hollywood and are making an eight minute film. Our conversation goes something like this:
“Dr. Schmier, I’ve been wanting to say this all semester. I hate these projects. This one is worse than the others. It’s so hard! I don’t want to be creative. Why don’t you lecture and test us?” Mary grimaced.
“I know that from your journals. But, do really you want things to be easy?” I softly replied with a smile in an understanding tone.
“You actually read my journals,” catching her off guard. “But, yes, I want things to be easy,” she exclaimed.
“You want to just get by, then.”
“Yes!” she quickly came back. “I just want a good grade.”
Ignoring that last part of her reply, I said, “I won’t let you. You want a lot for little. You were a cheerleader in high school and don’t you want to be one here?”
“How do you know? Yes.”
“Going to tell the coach that you want practice to be easy? Did you say that in high school?”
“God, no!”
“Then, don’t tell me that!”
“But, that’s different.”
“No, it’s not,” I quietly, but firmly, replied. “That’s why ‘it’s so hard’ is so important in anything–anything–you do anywhere, any time. Pointing to the white board, I said, “Read out loud the ‘Words of the Day.’
She looked and read, ”It’s easy is not a sign you’ll find on any road to achieving something.”
I quickly followed up, “You don’t win or learn with ‘it’s easy.’ You might get a good grade, but you won’t learn anything. You have to sweat and ache in here, and put in the time and effort in here, just like you do in the field house.”
Then, backtracking, she sheepishly admitted, “Well, to be honest, making this film is really fun. So were the other projects. I felt like I was in the Governor’s Honors Program. I didn’t feel I belonged in this class. But, I really am learning a lot of the history by using the information and doing them, a lot more than just cramming the night before to take a test.”
I replied, “That’s the point. That’s the method to my madness and the madness to my method. Let me tell you a story. There once was a person who discovered a butterfly struggling as hard as it could to escape its cocoon through a tiny opening at the top of the cocoon. She got worried when it stopped and seemed to give up after making no progress. She was sure the butterfly wouldn’t make it out without help. So, she enlarged the hole. On its next try, the butterfly wriggled out easily. But the young woman’s joy turned to horror when she saw its wings were shriveled and useless. Her well-intentioned intervention had interrupted a natural process. Forcing the butterfly to squeeze though a small opening is Nature’s way of assuring that blood from the butterfly’s body is pushed into the wings. By making it easier, she deprived the butterfly of strong wings. You’re a butterfly working to get out of your cocoon. I’m not going to enlarge the hole for you. If I did, it wouldn’t be helping you. ‘Hard’ is important if you want to spread your wings and be able to fly; ‘easy’ won’t cut it.”
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