Watching the kids playing basketball and the ending in Black Panther yesterday brought me back to my New York childhood. I’m not a movie spoiler so I’ll leave it at that.
I was always good at school when it came to the academics. I aced the regents tests in all the subjects. I was equally good at English and math. In NY (in the 90’s) the highest grade you could get in those tests was a 99. I remember being upset that they couldn’t mark it with a 100. My grandmother wasn’t going to understand the 99 was the 100. To her, a 99 was a 9.9 and a 100 was a 10. To her, I didn’t get a 10, and she thought I should be doing .1 better lol
I remember hating school and not because of the learning or knowledge. I didn’t like being stuck in a classroom in a chair in a place where snacks are forbidden. Sometimes I was so hungry, I would leave school and go to the bagel or pizza shop. Some teachers would lower my grades for skipping out.
School was sort of boring at times. I didn’t want to be involved in the kid dramas, I really didn’t like the social part of school. I was neither popular or unpopular. I played sports to keep busy. Being on the losing team most of the time taught me to celebrate small victories.
We were in a regular school (I got my family kicked out of Catholic school. I was disturbing the peace, rioting, and starting fights or something like that according to the head nun. I think she exaggerated). In regular school everyone talked about going to the specialized schools where we would learn more and be more. Aviation & Stuyvesant come to mind. Do you remember your kid mind?
Looking back, the online world wasn’t what it is today. I was in my 20’s when I first learned the technologies I know today by simply going online. I do have a college degree and appreciate that for its own value. The credit however for everything I know technology wise, goes to online communities that share their knowledge.
Anyway, you can’t change your own story, but you can have an effect on the story of others. I was driving 3 brothers home from school one day. I was talking to them about coding. One said he knew how to code with extreme confidence although he’d only taken 2 or 3 intro sessions at school. The others were listening to the conversation but had nothing to say. I hadn’t seen the brothers in a while so I asked about them. It turns out their parents went to jail. I drove past their house and it was empty. I just can’t help thinking about all the kids in the same situation.