That post got me thinking back to my early teaching days . Well , not so much THINKING as having flash backs . I guess that’s mental activity minus any true thinking .
I’ve pretty much stopped thinking , anyway . It only gets you in trouble .
I want to keep this post short , mostly because it is neither especially well written , nor erudite , nor with any particular , much less , powerful , point . But follow along for a few moments and we’ll be done and afterward you can go about your business , which probably involves at least some element of thinking . Am I right ?
One week long ago , the boys in my fifth grade class were stealthily bothering the girls ; poking them probably , knocking items from girls’ desks , perhaps , and whatever else fifth grade boys did in those days to tease girls . [ No , no , no . I didn’t say ” boys will be boys ” , or imply acceptance of such . So don’t infer that . I know some of you can’t stop your thinking from encroaching upon this brief moment . Try to control that , though , if you would ]
By the way , the post to which I have referred told of an incident that may be construed as sexual harassment . That probably brought this old elementary school memory to the forefront of my consciousness . It’s not a sample of sexual harassment ; but , it was inappropriate boy vs. girl activity . [ Sorry ; just thinking out loud for a second . You know : wondering how did I get this idea for this post ? Well , not thinking OUT LOUD , but you know what I mean . ]
The boys in my class were doing all of this devious demented activity during the brief moments when I had my back turned , when I would be writing on the board . I was quick ; I turned back to face them as quickly as possible . But the boys in the class were quicker . This went on for days . Girls were wincing , complaining . But I hadn’t seen anything . My stern- toned warnings to the boys were having no observable effect .
[Now , THIS is the essence of this post , right here , so pay attention . Afterward , you can go . Go and do thinking if you want . Whatever.]
When I turned at the sound of the tremendous thud , I saw every boy in the class holding his head and wincing in pain . I saw every girl calmly replacing her history book back under her desk . The history book ; you know , the biggest and heaviest of the textbooks . There was a little glowing radiance on each girl’s face , an expression of satisfaction and serenity . The girls had coordinated the attack expertly , timed for the teacher’s turn toward the board , and they executed it perfectly , with spectacular precision . What had been their signal ? How much planning had gone into it ? I was impressed .
The boys were addressing me , their teacher , as they were rubbing their sore heads : ” She hit me ! You have to do something about it, Mr. H ! ”
But , what could I do ? I hadn’t seen the girls do anything . I explained that to the boys . They weren’t at all at all happy about that , not at all , but they stopped their harassment of those girls . [ No , no . I’m not advocating violence . There you go thinking again ! ]