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“I CAN’T” - An anecdote to begin the new school year
Donna's fourth grade classroom looked like many others I
had seen in the past. The teacher's desk was in front and faced the
students. The bulletin board featured student work. In most respects it
appeared to be a typically traditional elementary classroom. Yet something
seemed different that day I entered it for the first time.
My job was to make classroom visitations and encourage implementation of a
training program that focused on language arts ideas that would
empower students to feel good about themselves and take charge of their
lives. Donna was one of the volunteer teachers who participated in this
project.
I took an empty seat in the back of the room and watched. All the students
were working on a task, filling a sheet of notebook paper with thoughts
and ideas. The ten-year-old student next to me was filling her page with
"I Can'ts". "I can't kick the soccer ball past second
base." "I can't do long division with more than three
numerals." "I can't get Debbie to like me." Her page
was half full and she showed no signs of letting up. She worked on with
determination and persistence. I walked down the row glancing at student's
papers. Everyone was writing sentences, describing things they couldn't do.
By this time the activity engaged my curiosity, so I decided to
check with the teacher to see what was going on but I noticed she too was
busy writing. I felt it best not to interrupt. "I can't get John's
mother to come for a teacher conference." "I can't get my
daughter to put gas in the car." "I can't get Alan to use words
instead of fists."
Thwarted in my efforts to determine why students and teacher were dwelling
on the negative instead of writing the more positive "I
Can" statements, I returned to my seat and continued my observations.
Students wrote for another ten minutes. They were then instructed to
fold the papers in half and bring them to the front. They placed their
"I Can't" statements into an empty shoe box. Then Donna added
hers. She put the lid on the box, tucked it under her arm and headed out
the door and down the hall.
Students followed the teacher. I followed the students. Halfway down
the hallway Donna entered the custodian's room, rummaged around and came
out with a shovel. With the shovel in one hand and the shoe box in the
other, Donna marched the students out of the school to the farthest corner
of the playground. There they began to dig. They were going to bury their
"I Can'ts"!
The digging took over ten minutes because most of the fourth
graders wanted a turn. The
box of "I Can'ts" was placed in a position at
the bottom of the hole and then quickly covered with dirt. Thirty-one 10
and 11 year-olds stood around the freshly dug grave site. At this point
Donna announced, "Boys and girls, please join hands and bow your
heads." They quickly formed a circle around the grave, creating a
bond with their hands.
They lowered their heads and waited. Donna delivered the
eulogy. "Friends, we gathered here today to honor the memory of 'I
Can't.' While he was with us here on earth, he touched the lives or everyone,
some more than others. We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place
and a headstone that contains his epitaph. He is survived by his brothers and
sisters, 'I Can', 'I Will', and 'I'm Going to Right Away'. They are not
as well known as their famous relative and are certainly not as strong and
powerful yet. Perhaps some day, with your help, they will make an even bigger
mark on the world. May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up
their lives and move forward in his absence. Amen."
As I listened I realized that these students would never forget this
day. Writing "I Can'ts", burying them and hearing the eulogy.
That was a major effort on this part of the teacher. And she wasn't done
yet.
She turned the students around, marched them back into the classroom
and held a wake. They celebrated the passing of "I Can't" with
cookies, popcorn and fruit juices. As part of the celebration, Donna cut a
large tombstone from butcher paper. She wrote the words "I
Can't" at the top and put RIP in the middle. The date was added at
the bottom. The paper tombstone hung in Donna's classroom for the remainder of
the year.
On those rare occasions when a student forgot and said, "I Can't",
Donna simply pointed to the RIP sign. The student then remembered that
"I Can't" was dead and chose to rephrase the statement. I wasn't
one of Donna's students. She was one of mine. Yet that day I learned an
enduring lesson from her as years later, I still envision that fourth
grade class laying to rest, "I Can't".