Today's blog challenge prompt is about school again--what did I learn that school didn't teach me?
I was raised by a father who quite often quoted Mark Twain with the famous words: "Don't let your schoolwork interfere with your education." So it will come as no surprise that this topic isn't a real head scratcher for me. I was raised in a family of entrepreneurs and achievers, competitive to the core. School can feed pieces of that, for sure, but there's nothing like the "school of hard knocks" to really show off what one can achieve.
But it really struck me when I saw the news that Diana Nyad finally made it from Cuba to the Florida Keys, swimming without flippers and sans shark cage, that there are things in her story that relate to this topic, for me. I was blown away, the more I read about her. And there are things to learn from her experience, too.
Her story--not like I'm comparing myself to her in any way, I don't think I could swim around the block currently, if you know what I mean--reminded me of some of the things I've learned since being in school, that school didn't teach me. (And, this isn't a diatribe against education. Many people might have learned these things in school; I just happened to learn them in the world.)
I look over that list below after writing them down and think, "Wow, Sher, you've really got it going on!" And then I laugh. I have learned a lot in my life, I know; but putting the attributes I value into practice day in and day out? Always a challenge. Being consistent and thorough in all areas of growth is a journey unto itself (see tenacity).
So I put this list out there not as a "look at me," but as a "come along with me."
Tenacity. Stick with it. If you say you're going to do something, do it. Diana may have said after each failure, "I'm done, not doing *that* again," she would return to her passion to achieve this goal, and try again. I have learned to pursue what I want with a bit of dogged persistence; this can be frustrating to those who may not want to come along with my plan du jour. As I've matured, I've also had to learn to accommodate other opinions, desires, priorities. But with tenacity, a lot can get done!
Resilience. While my failures may not have been as public (some of them felt a tad more public than I'd have liked) as Diana's, the ability to recover and move forward is something that I didn't learn in school. Pause, reflect, learn and keep moving. It's a great mantra.
Lean on your tribe. There have been times in my life where leaning on others has been key to my survival. Encouragement, support, shoulders to cry on--those are things I take value in paying forward too, to those at a point of need in their lives. Where was Diana's tribe? All around her, and they didn't give up on her. Some even went out ahead of her, busting up any jellyfish groups that might have obstructed her swim. A favorite quote that exemplifies this, by a philosopher named Martin Franzmann: "It is, after all, for one another that we are here." Yes. That.
What others see as limitations, choose to see as assets. Oh, you don't have a culinary degree? Yep, that could be a detriment. But I choose to see my home-grown culinary skills as an asset, and was able to parlay that into a personal chef/catering business that people enjoyed and I produced food that was easily accessible--definitely with a homemade flair, but for the people I served, it worked. For Diana, the most obvious obstacle was her age. Who swims for that many hours on end at the age of 64, with sharks and jellyfish and currents and storms? Seriously, she's a rock star.
Goal setting. This one was big in our house, growing up. There was the New Year's goal setting sessions as a family (kid you not) and subsequent reviews--which sometimes petered out by mid-year, but you always got to review again at the turn of the annual calendar. This ability to look out ahead and plot a course has helped me in my personal and professional life, many times. Look at Diana, who obviously knows how to set goals and work toward them. What a great example!
These last two I didn't pick up from Diana's story, but are things I learned outside the school setting:
Organizational skills. While some may learn these in school, I learned the value of list-making by doing errands with my mom. I still think of her when I'm making a detailed list with lots to accomplish, and tuck it all inside a little blank book that I will jot notes into along the way. Maybe it was passed on via genetics, but it definitely imprinted on me.
Detail orientation. This skill I learned in my first job post-college, as a copy editor. Before that job, I would never have thought of myself as someone who cared greatly about where the comma goes, if a spelling error doesn't get caught, proofreading menus at every restaurant one goes to. Yep, those are the afflictions of a copy editor, and apparently it lasts a few decades, as I haven't officially been a copy editor since sometime mid-'90s, and here I am still proofreading everything in sight (which is not to say errors don't slip through on the blog, if you know what I mean).
What did you learn, outside the classroom? Am I the only one who heeded my father's words and didn't let my schoolwork interfere with my education? Ha.
Jen and I (and now my mom and Lisa too!) are blog challenging throughout September. You can catch her blog over at Stuff Jen Says. If you want to write along with us, give me a shout and I'll send you the blog prompts.
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Thursday, September 5, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Sept. 3: Back to school!
I have the fondest memories of the back-to-school phenomenon. From elementary through middle school and high school, I always looked forward to going back to school. I dreamed about it, plotted outfits and hairstyles, fantasized about who I'd see (boys?) and talk to, arranged and rearranged the school supplies, lost sleep the night before... there was a great deal of excitement around the first day. It undoubtedly revolved mostly around the social aspects (chat chat chat chat), but I was not opposed to a little learning, too.
Back-to-school shopping with my mom was always a joy. (Well, maybe the year where I was arm-twisted into wearing dresses one day of every week--seventh grade--wasn't such a *joy,* but other than that...) I think the older I got, the more fun it was--meaning, the less I dressed like an absolute tomboy, the more fun it was to pick out clothes. And even though the fall weather where I grew up in British Columbia stayed pretty warm and pleasant through September, it changed quickly afterward and stocking up on sweaters and corduroys early was a must. I can conjure up so quickly my favorite outfits from each year; I know this makes me sound like a little fashionista, but that's not how I remember it... I just really liked my outfits!
When I reminded Seth yesterday to get his school supplies together, and pick out his first-day-of-school outfit, both he and husband chortled and gave me a "whatever" kind of male reaction. Sigh. So I satisfied that little part of myself by picking out MY back-to-school (um, work) outfit for today.
The back-to-school anticipation that I've maintained in my life involves more than just the love of shopping. I'm a big fan of the school supplies angle--new pens! blank composition books! pencil cases! backpacks!--and everything that these supplies imply: this is a fresh start, and blank slate, a new year waiting to be the best it can be. I feel this way often at the start of a new calendar year (as many a resolution blog post can attest to), at the start of a new month, and even though it's now 23 years since I last started a school year, I still feel that way as fall begins and kids head back to the classroom.
This convocation speech has been shared widely on social media, but I can't help post it here for posterity and a reminder to myself. I love the sentiment that permeates the talk: be kind. Reading it took me back to situations in school where his words about regretting the failures of kindness really struck a nerve. There wasn't always overt meanness, but simply a lack of kindness. It's too easy to say that's just the way kids are; yes, there's a sensitivity that maturity brings. But I do believe that kids can be and are kind, if that is the culture and language that surrounds them.
In some ways, as I read George Saunders' speech, I thought, "I could have written this" about the regret of failures of kindness. There were at a number of examples in elementary school where a combination of subpar social skills and intellectual acuity brought scrutiny and criticism from peers. I have long regretted any role I played in making any fellow student feel "less than." Later, in high school as I looked back on those years, I was able to acknowledge to myself that I am capable of being less than kind. Owning that that propelled me forward into being more kind to those around me; especially those who may be on the fringes of social acceptance. I wish I could say I achieve it every day, but it certainly is a goal I strive for.
My wish for every kid I know is to live out the possibility of kindness this school year. To take the moment to reach out and actively be the friend and support, even just the smile, that makes someone's day better.
What would you wish for your kids, this school year? If you don't have kids in school, what would you like to see our young people focus on as they learn this year?
Jen and I are blog challenging throughout September. You can catch her blog over at Stuff Jen Says. If you want to write along with us, give me a shout and I'll send you the blog prompts.
Back-to-school shopping with my mom was always a joy. (Well, maybe the year where I was arm-twisted into wearing dresses one day of every week--seventh grade--wasn't such a *joy,* but other than that...) I think the older I got, the more fun it was--meaning, the less I dressed like an absolute tomboy, the more fun it was to pick out clothes. And even though the fall weather where I grew up in British Columbia stayed pretty warm and pleasant through September, it changed quickly afterward and stocking up on sweaters and corduroys early was a must. I can conjure up so quickly my favorite outfits from each year; I know this makes me sound like a little fashionista, but that's not how I remember it... I just really liked my outfits!
Our junior!
When I reminded Seth yesterday to get his school supplies together, and pick out his first-day-of-school outfit, both he and husband chortled and gave me a "whatever" kind of male reaction. Sigh. So I satisfied that little part of myself by picking out MY back-to-school (um, work) outfit for today.
The back-to-school anticipation that I've maintained in my life involves more than just the love of shopping. I'm a big fan of the school supplies angle--new pens! blank composition books! pencil cases! backpacks!--and everything that these supplies imply: this is a fresh start, and blank slate, a new year waiting to be the best it can be. I feel this way often at the start of a new calendar year (as many a resolution blog post can attest to), at the start of a new month, and even though it's now 23 years since I last started a school year, I still feel that way as fall begins and kids head back to the classroom.
This convocation speech has been shared widely on social media, but I can't help post it here for posterity and a reminder to myself. I love the sentiment that permeates the talk: be kind. Reading it took me back to situations in school where his words about regretting the failures of kindness really struck a nerve. There wasn't always overt meanness, but simply a lack of kindness. It's too easy to say that's just the way kids are; yes, there's a sensitivity that maturity brings. But I do believe that kids can be and are kind, if that is the culture and language that surrounds them.
In some ways, as I read George Saunders' speech, I thought, "I could have written this" about the regret of failures of kindness. There were at a number of examples in elementary school where a combination of subpar social skills and intellectual acuity brought scrutiny and criticism from peers. I have long regretted any role I played in making any fellow student feel "less than." Later, in high school as I looked back on those years, I was able to acknowledge to myself that I am capable of being less than kind. Owning that that propelled me forward into being more kind to those around me; especially those who may be on the fringes of social acceptance. I wish I could say I achieve it every day, but it certainly is a goal I strive for.
My wish for every kid I know is to live out the possibility of kindness this school year. To take the moment to reach out and actively be the friend and support, even just the smile, that makes someone's day better.
What would you wish for your kids, this school year? If you don't have kids in school, what would you like to see our young people focus on as they learn this year?
Jen and I are blog challenging throughout September. You can catch her blog over at Stuff Jen Says. If you want to write along with us, give me a shout and I'll send you the blog prompts.
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