"Don't Be Shy, Step Right Up."
March 21, 2013
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"Blogging Circle of Friends " Blog Topic: "Write about a moment in your life when you had to "step up" and do something, even though perhaps you didn't want to."
Looks like I have a hard time passing up on an opportunity to tell a story. I have a bit of "THING" lets say, with offering up my OPINION, as well.
That is the way I've always been. People seem to enjoy my stories...My opinions...Not so much.
Today's Circle of Friends prompt brings to mind a little story about, how sharing my opinion lead me to make a decision...step up or shut up.
I've always enjoyed art, in all forms. Art was my favorite class in school, it was my opportunity to shine. I'll have to take a moment to mention that I won the "Outstanding Achievement Award" in "Art" for my grade at St. John's High School. I beat out Kathy W. Whom I still am in contact with, and it still burns her up...so ha ha ha KW
Sorry, sort of got side tracked there.
This story goes back a few years prior to my award winning days. This was back in elementary school, where I honed my art skills.
I think it was in grade 4 or 5, when we had a teacher who was not very keen on teaching an art class. The teacher did only what was required of him, and set aside each Friday afternoon, up until the recess bell for "Art." So each Friday, beginning when we returned from lunch, we had an art lesson, which consisted of our teacher instructing us to take out our crayons, or pencil crayons and draw a picture. When the lesson time was completed we filed our picture in our art folder which sat on a window ledge in the room. Nobody saw our work, I thought it was a big waste of time. After several weeks of this, I became very bored and felt un-challenged.
I asked the teacher, "why is it the same every week? when will we do something different? When will we learn something new? Why don't we display our work in the room."
Our teacher explained that, he didn't like art, he wasn't good at making it, he didn't like teaching it, and that was all he was willing to offer us. Then he added, If you think it's easy to teach an art class, then why don't you go ahead and teach the class.
I said, "okay, I'll do it."
This teacher then, went on a bit of a trip down mockery and humiliation road, at my expense. I think he was trying to get me to back out, but I didn't.
He sarcastically announced to the class that, "beginning next Friday, Joel will teach the art class, because he doesn't like doing the same thing every week, so Joel's class will be different every week, and Joel will teach you all new things every week, and Joel will teach you all to create amazing works of art, and Joel will fill the room with all of your works of art, so it will be on display for everyone to marvel at."
I decided I would do exactly what he said. I went to the library during the week and looked at books and magazines. There were so many different projects I could have had a new lesson everyday, never mind every week.
The only thing missing was, materials. I needed art supplies. So, I asked the teacher if there were some supplies available other than what the students had on their own, and the paper we made our drawing on, which the school supplied.
The teacher said, "No, you have to work with what is here."
I came up with two ideas that would work out just fine. The first was, I would ask the students to bring in the materials needed for some of the projects I wanted to try.(magazines, greeting cards, products we now recycle, stuff like that.)
The second idea I had was to use our pictures from the art folders that were just sitting in a folder anyway. We would re-create them into something new.
Okay! I won't leave you all in suspense any longer...Things went horribly wrong with my first lesson, and the teacher fired me from ever teaching the class again.
Here is what happened:
I began my lesson by having the students copy a list I wrote on the blackboard of items to bring from home for future classes.
Our teacher sat at his desk and didn't offer a single word, but I knew he was impressed.
The lesson I found was a project to make paper fans. The materials needed were colorful paper, and scissors. Everyone had their own scissors, and the colorful paper, I instructed every one to use, was their drawings from their folders.
We began by cutting all of our drawings into 1 inch strips, then we were to take these strips and fold them in opposing directions to create colorful, functional fans.
The problem was:
You weren't supposed to cut the drawing into strips, you only needed to fold the drawing along 1 inch lines. I misunderstood the directions for the project that I had found in a crafts magazine.
We all ended up with useless strips of paper that used to be useless drawings. Nobody seemed to mind. The teacher tried to make a big deal about it, and asked the class, "What are you going to do with your drawings now that they are ruined, thanks to Joel."
One student answered, "we could just put them back into their folders, nobody looks at them anyway."
Our teacher never admitted it, but I know, I taught HIM a lesson, because after that day he gave us different art projects and we decorated our room with them. Although he fired me from ever teaching the class, he encouraged our class to bring in the materials that I listed on the blackboard.
This teacher had an expression he used a lot, it was..."I'll bet you dollars to donuts...."
I think this story is hilarious, I tell it time and time again. "I'll bet you dollars to donuts, so does that teacher."
Sam the private eye, thought he looked pretty cool,
until he discovered his hat was on fire.