By Stephen C. Schultz
Over the last few years or so I have noticed a surge in media coverage about bullying. My 8th grade daughter Amanda mentioned the other night at dinner how a boy in one of her classes called her the “B” word in a totally unprovoked interaction. The boy sat directly behind her in class and they had just returned from the library.
Over the last few years or so I have noticed a surge in media coverage about bullying. My 8th grade daughter Amanda mentioned the other night at dinner how a boy in one of her classes called her the “B” word in a totally unprovoked interaction. The boy sat directly behind her in class and they had just returned from the library.
When I asked her why he would do that, she simply said;
“I don’t know…I think he has a rough time at home and I
think he is adopted.”
Those certainly aren’t excuses for that kind of behavior nor does that particular life situation "cause" kids to be that way. However, Amanda realized he had some struggles in
his life that most likely contributed to his behavior and she did not take it
personal. While the comment probably took my daughter by surprise, she had the
insight and confidence to weather that brief eighth grade social storm.
The dinner discussion reminded me of a childhood experience
I had with bullying.
The conversation then moved on to her recent experience with the school choir teacher. Two weeks prior, Amanda made the announcement she was
trying out for the school choir. There were a limited number of spots available,
so the teacher decided she was going to have a try out. The teacher told the class prior to the try
out that the decisions would be final. She did not want those who did not make
it to try and talk with her after the names were posted.
Amanda chose to sing the Star Spangled Banner, a
relatively difficult song. She thought she did well and received some positive
feedback from her teacher. About a week went by and the teacher finally posted
the names of those who made it on the door. Excited with an adolescent anticipation,
Amanda went to the class with some other students to see if her name was on the
door. Disappointment hung heavy in the air. Amanda stood tall and tried to put
on a good face in the midst of her friends. Amanda tried to make sense of the
fact that her name was not on the list.
For almost a week, she stewed and fretted. She couldn’t
understand how she didn’t make it. There were some students that did make it
and she knew she was better than them. She also didn’t dare go talk with the
teacher. My wife told her to ask the teacher what she could do to be better
prepared next year, but Amanda refrained. Then one day between classes, Amanda
saw her teacher at the outside door, which was locked. Amanda walked to the
door and opened it for her teacher. As they walked, Amanda mustered the courage to
casually ask what she could do next year to be better prepared. Her teacher
just looked at her…and looked at her…and looked some more! Amanda was concerned
she had said something wrong.
Her teacher then said, “What are you talking about
Amanda, you made the choir!”
Amanda replied, “But, my name wasn’t on the list.”
Her teacher said, “Yes it is, I put it there myself.”
Amanda, “No, I’m pretty sure it isn’t. I checked a number
of times.”
They then walked to the door and the teacher was
horrified to see that Amanda’s name was not on the list. She apologized profusely
and pulled out her notes. She told Amanda that she had mixed up Amanda with
another girl with the same first name.
My daughter then paused in her excitement, and in a solemn
tone said to her teacher,
“But, the other Amanda is very excited that she made it.
I heard her talking to her friends in the hall. If it means that I will be
taking her spot, then I can wait until next year.”
Her teacher reassured Amanda that she would make room for
all of them in the choir and that Amanda would not be taking the other girls
place.
Back at the dinner table, I mentioned to Amanda that I
was glad she made the choir and that it all worked out. I mentioned that she
had handled herself in a mature manner. I also let her know that I was most
impressed with her kind, compassionate and empathetic attitude towards the other
Amanda.
How often do we see this type of consideration now days? In my work with troubled teens, that kind of selfless consideration is almost non-existent.
It tends to be rare in adults, let alone 8th grade girls! I hope as
we navigate life’s experiences, we can take the time to recognize those around
us who demonstrate kindness, compassion and empathetic behavior towards others.
Let’s make sure the bullies don’t get all the attention!
Comments
You not only should be proud of Amanda, but save some of that pride for the parent that taught her good values. :)
Lon