“THIS I BELIEVE”
(written for inclusion in the NPR collection by this name)
(written just before my final year of teaching)
After nearly 20 years of teaching language arts to high
school students, I believe that most people who begin a sentence with the
phrase, “Kids these days,” are usually wrong.
In my experience, those who begin this way are usually
preparing to complain. They want me to know that “kids these days” (a) don’t
have any respect, (b) can’t problem-solve, (c) don’t know the meaning of the
word “work,” (d) don’t pay attention, (e) don’t have any self-control, or (f)
just don’t care. Frankly, if I believed this nonsense, I would quit teaching
tomorrow. Teachers who believe this should never have started teaching. Parents
who believe this must either not like children or must be very afraid. Anyone
else who believes this is underestimating the custodians of a future that we,
as adults, have helped set into motion.
To me, “kids today” are the same as “kids yesterday,” or
kids at any point in human history. They have the same physiological needs:
sleep, food, water, shelter. They have the same need for safety: to be healthy,
and to be secure within their families and circles of friends. They want to
love and to be loved. They seek self-esteem. They want to achieve. They desire
the respect of others. And they need a belief system that buoys them in good
times and in bad.
These are the same things everyone else needs. Kids are no
different. They haven’t changed.
It’s the world
that has changed. Technology sizzles all around us. Instant communication makes
distance obsolete. The human population crowds the globe, filling the land, the
sea and the sky with the byproducts of our activities. Wars rage. Public
officials sometimes lie. Economic fortunes skyrocket and crash-land. The pace
of life continues to accelerate … and we have the audacity to blame “kids
today” for the misfortunes of the world.
The world was handed to us by a generation concerned about
our ability to take care of it. The world was handed to that generation by the
previous one, also dubious about the outcome. And so on.
Perhaps it is only natural to fear the worst. But for me,
each day as I face my students, I refuse to be afraid. As I look out at another
sea of faces—including the ones slumping forward from fatigue, the ones who
tell me that “school sucks,” and the ones trying to use cell phones to send text
messages to friends in other classrooms—I remind myself of this: Each
generation may make its share of mistakes, but each generation also produces stories
of success.
I believe that the last success story has yet to be written.
And I hope it never will be.
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