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Jerry Myers's avatar

When I first started my career as a high school biology teacher, I was talking with my mom about how the teacher education program I went through for my credential did not teach me much about dealing with teenagers. I felt out of place in the classroom. Mom told me to view each student as if I were their father. Treat them the same way I would treat my son and I would hope my son's teachers would treat him.

That was doable. It took several years to put into practice but I consistently improved over the years and as my son grew up. My parents divorced back in 1968. My father was beating her and us kids and she said no more. I grew up without a male role model and never felt I fit in with my male peers. A very wise person told me soon after my son was born that I had plenty of role models for knowing what not to do so I only had to be the dad I wanted when growing up. I would make mistakes but as long as I learned from them and improved, all would be good. He turned out to be right.

Over the past several years I have had some troubled students make great strides in improving because I take the time to talk to them like a father should when addressing their poor behavior and my knowledge that they can do much better and I expect that from them.

Last week, on the last day of school, I was told by more students than ever that they were glad I was their teacher because I helped them, was patient, and encouraged them to always do better and learn from their mistakes. Some even tell me that they wish I could be their dad because they do not have a dad in their lives.

The sad part is, each year the number of students that tell me how much I helped them increases because even more than ever before do not have a dad in their life.

Things are getting worse for all the reasons you mentioned.

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Maria Dyson's avatar

For a while there, you described my childhood in a 2-parent, Christian household (my papa was a Methodist minister who could preach hell-fire when he deemed it a necessity in the community), a young marriage, 3 precious sons, and a divorce--papa said I had been unevenly yoked--that led to single parenting and dipping a toe in the 1960s dating pool. Now I watch my remaining precious son and his wife, and their two daughters and son in their 20s and 30s, as they navigate today's society. And all I can do is express the love I have for them, guide them from my matriarchal seat if they ask, and treasure them for the people they are, men and women coping in this largely divided world they've inherited. And, of course, this issue of Culturcidal will be shared to the social sites where I have an account, hoping to get your analysis out there. Thank you, John, for putting it together.

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