FM: Leaving the Light On
Sixth grade hadn’t been a banner year for Eric. Never very confident in
school, he had a particular dread of mathematics. “A mental block,” one of the
school’s counselors had told him. Then, as if a mental math block wasn’t enough
for an eleven-year-old kid to deal with, he came down with measles in the fall
and had to stay out of school for two weeks. By the time he got back, his
classmates were multiplying fractions. Eric was still trying to figure out what
you got when you put a half pie with three-quarters of pie … besides a lot of
pie.
Eric’s teacher, Mrs. Gunther – loud, overweight, terrifying, and a year
away from retirement – was unsympathetic. For the rest of the year she called
him “Measly” in honor of his untimely spots and hounded him with ceaseless
makeup assignments. When his mental block prevented his progress in fractions,
she would thunder at him in front of the class, “I don’t give a Continental for
your excuses! You’d better straighten up, Measly, them ain’t wings I hear
flappin’!”
The mental block, once the size of a backyard fence, now loomed like
the Great Wall of China. Eric despaired of ever catching up, and even fell
behind in subjects he’d been good at.
Then came a remarkable moment.
It happened in the middle of Mrs. Warwick’s ninth grade English class.
To this day, some twenty-five years later, Eric still lights up as he recalls
the Moment.
The fifth period class had been yawning through Mrs. Warwick’s attempts
to spark discussion about a Mark Twain story. At some point in the lecture,
something clicked in Eric’s mind. It was probably crazy, but it suddenly seemed
like he understood something Twain had been driving at – something a little
below the surface. Despite himself, Eric raised his hand and ventured an
observation.
That led to the moment when Mrs. Warwick looked straight into Eric’s
eyes, beamed with pleasure, and said, “Why, Eric … that was very perceptive of
you!”
Perceptive. Perceptive? Perceptive!
The word echoed in Eric’s thoughts for the rest of the day – and then
for the rest of his life. Perceptive?
Me? Well, yeah. I guess that WAS perceptive. Maybe I AM
perceptive.
One word, one little positive word dropped at the right moment somehow
tipped the balance in a teenager’s view of himself – and possibly changed the
course of his life. (Even though he still can’t multiply fractions).
Eric went on to pursue a career in journalism and eventually became a
book editor, working successfully with some of the top authors in America.
Many teachers are well aware how praise motivates children. One teacher
said she praised each student in her third grade class every day, without exception.
Her students were the most motivated, encouraged, and enthusiastic in the school.
I remember what happened when my high school geometry teacher began to affirm me
regularly. Within six weeks my D average climbed to an A.
It’s wonderful when a teacher has the opportunity to inject a word of affirmation
into a child’s life. But after years of counseling, we have concluded that the most
powerful form of affirmation takes place close
to home …
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