All the world’s a stage

It’s a new year starting late tonight tomorrow, if we count the equinox as important.  Equinoctial storms have hit our country, especially in the tropical north.  Who has been sorting ‘stuff’ in readiness for this new beginning?  Yesterday I binned paper I had carefully sorted and put away as records seven years ago.  It all happened when I was looking for one piece of paper about the seven original plots in stories, that our life stories are a mix of these archetypes. 

 I’m looking at them now and thinking about which scene I’d like to act in starting tomorrow.

It’s so long ago

I was 35 when I first challenged a principal to look at the changes happening in the school that were indicative of something being majorly wrong.  He accused me that my observations were ‘being personal’. It involved his behaviour and that of his friend on the staff.  His friend had been at the school for several years and his behaviour changed with the arrival of the new principal, a long time friend of his.  This was displayed in a culture favouring bullying tactics and the perpetrators began to roam the school in and out of class time.  Substance abuse was rife and this was evident when I was coaching a team, ones who thought they could hassle me into giving them a place, despite their having missed practice.  These same students were ones who were singled out for rides, by themselves, with the teacher in question. 

The principal said he would ‘bring in the inspectors’.  I went back to him to tell him that I was happy to meet inspectors and provided him with a list of my previous principals and my permission to contact them.  He did that.  One in particular contacted me to inform me that I needed to watch my back as this man would ‘get me’ somehow.  My past principal told me that he had informed my present principal that I was not a stirrer and that, if I was drawing attention to something going on, it would pay for him to listen. 

Yes, he did get me in a bizare and contrived way that came out of left field.  His behaviour towards me in front of my class  was one which would best have been addressed in follow up disciplinary action towards him.   By this stage his behaviour towards the staff had many of them afraid following a situation where publicly their words had been twisted or responsibility for comments had been positioned as if from them. When the event happened, other staff who could have made a difference were afraid for their own situations to stand up.  23 years later some of those who were still alive claimed to have been surprised  at the ‘truth’ that later emerged.

I left fulltime teaching at the end of that year.  In hindsight I could have fought a battle with the help of my union. 

Several years later that same teacher won the role of principal where my younger son was at school. I deliberated over what to do, saying to myself that I had no actual proof of his abuse of children, and analysed whether my response was personal or professional.   He appeared to behave himself for the first 2 years and then his behaviour when handling cases of intimidation reverted to what I had witnessed before. A discussion with a parent who knew nothing of my work history raised the alarm bells.  I had a supposedly off-the-record  discussion with the Board Chair solely about the issue the parent felt unable to bring to the Board’s attention because of the Principal’s place on the Board.  I suggested that they approach her to draw out her concerns. Today the term ‘being culturally responsive’ would have been appropriate here.

The call I received from my past colleague, the now Principal of my son’s school, surprised me little. ‘I thought we’d got over this personal stuff,’ he shouted down the phone.  I knew that day I needed to move my son away from his friends to another school.  The week before the change of school he wailed at me that I was ruining his life.  A week into being at the new school he shared this about his new principal with delight. ‘Mr D, he talks to the good boys like me the same way he talks to the bad boys.’ 

 There was a time at the previous school when I had arrived to collect my son and he was nowhere to be seen.  He then emerged from the PE shed followed by the principal in question.  I practiced being poker faced and took great care in how I asked my son what he’d been doing in the shed.  I also know from his face that nothing untoward had happened, which was confirmed.  As an adult he is adamant that the change of school was the best thing that happened for him at that time.  I have also asked him if he was a victim.  His answer was, ’Nah.  He never would have touched me.  He knew what you would have done to him.’ 

 You see, it was 23 years later that I was working at a school in Auckland.  At lunchtime I noted that I had missed several calls from my younger son. When we connected he was quick to tell me that the front page of the daily paper was running a story on a principal who had been ‘kiddy fiddling’ (my son’s words).  From my mouth I immediately gave the name.  Now my son was giving me the number to call for the police as he was adamant that I needed to call them and tell them anything that I could.  He was telling me that my children knew how much from that time had yet to be resolved for me.  I could not see it.  They could.  He phoned me every few days to ask if I had called the police and if I had remembered anything else.  By this stage Facebook was running red hot.

The police called me back several times. I passed on names of the Board Chair who had fronted a complaint to the principal where I had been all those years previously.  Parents’ complaints about the teacher had been collated and presented to him.  Apparently he had refused to read it at the time.  The young men who gave evidence were in their late 30’s and 40’s.  The younger ones, when found, said they wanted it to stay in the past.  Thanks to those who did take the stand, my colleague found himself being sentenced to over 4 years at Her Majesty’s pleasure.  On the Teachers’ Registration Council list, his registration shows as ‘Cancelled’. 

When my son and his friends queried it being only four years, I asked them to think about what each day would be like for him.

 Sadly there had been people in authority positions who considered the way to manage was by intimidation, and that those who talk loudest and longest come out on top.  It is poor management practice that can be changed.  In order to change such modeling within the teaching sector,  the behavioural examples from within the controlling bodies, such as governmental agencies, need to be the quality of the desired model.  This will happen when we challenge what is happening, identify an improved way of behaving and follow it up with exercises to make the change permanent. 

 It can be done. 

Challenge – Choose – Change

The Last Word

Let them have the last word.  That is what will continue to be heard in their heads as it is repeated to others and to themselves.  Those words will continue to have a life of their own.

And what are those words?  A quick analysis will help here.  Note the last words spoken.  Did the person say, ‘I never shout.’  That word ‘shout’ will reverberate in their mind repeatedly.  It will be given strength if the discussion is repeated in an effort of self- justification. 

‘I never meant to hurt you.’  Your silence is powerful.  Use it well. 

Shakespeare’s Queen Gertrude alludes to this pattern.  ‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks.’

As to the meaning in Shakespeare’s time of ‘protest’, it was to ‘vow or declare solemnly’.  When we go on about something, stating our position again and again, it becomes hollow and draws attention to what is hidden in our statements.

‘I don’t have a problem.’ Who has been tempted to shout back at this, ‘Yes, you do’?  Remember those cyclical arguments where two people are talking and listening only to themselves? 

‘I don’t understand how this is so hard.’  Leave the speaker with these last words.  They will soon find themselves in a position where they will come to an understanding, for that is what they have been asking to learn. 

Choose your ‘last words’ carefully for you will hear them again and again.

The Boxer

Recent months have seen me out of bed very early and benefitting from the instructions of a personal trainer called Chris.  I admit that there are times when I challenge the way he words the instructions and we both come out of the session with fresh ideas.

Two weeks ago he threw away a comment. ‘You are poor at taking your breaks.  You take 5 seconds when you need to take a minute.  I bet you are good at encouraging others to take break.’  Mutter, mutter.  He was so right.

Well before that he had suggested we do some boxing.  I kept avoiding this.  Last Friday I succumbed.  Five minutes in I stopped. “You know, I’ve had this repeated dream.  I am standing up for myself and go to punch my aggressor only to stop short of making connection “ 

The rest of the day was exciting.  I became aware of how that one session is releasing something so that I ‘follow through’ on goals, assertions, and visions.  I could coach others to do exactly this and here I am getting the very coaching I need.  Thanks, Chris.

Think before you print

THINK BEFORE YOU PRINT

 Please consider the environment before printing this email.

Have you registered how much paper printing happens at your work? 

Who thinks and then prints? 

Who considers the environment and then prints, as instructed by mini lectures on emails?

I do as I am told.  I think and then I print.

If a change is wanted, a start could be to change these mini statements.  What does the writer want?

Read on the screen.

Print to pdf and file.

If your organisation is paper dependent and you want to see a change, plan your sales pitch and then start.  What’s in it for them?  Keep cool and see the goal achieved.

Forward March

Working with a young man, ex-military, who keeps his old life alive giving military commands to his students, a reminder came of ‘marking time’.  In taking stock and looking at my own time in recent weeks I realized I had been doing just that.  Allowing demands on our time to see us taking a side road, to be distracted, is followed by the jolt of a time frame looming. 

What was it that I wanted to avoid by marking time?  Was it fear of failure?  Or was it fear of success? 

And what will success bring?  Being visible, being responsible, being accountable, and having what I say I want.  So it is ‘Forward. March!’

Youngest in the family

We who are the youngest in the family are often accused of being spoilt, of having all the things the older ones think they missed out on and of throwing tantrums to get our own way.  We are commonly the ones who are heard jumping up and down for attention, wanting to be taken seriously.   

The youngest child wants one thing above all else – it is to be heard. 

We may be highly educated with innovative skills sought after by our community and career.  It will be obvious to others if we still harbour the need to be visible within our family of origin.

Recently I was witness to a group of older children and their father all complaining about the demanding behaviour of the youngest, in trouble for acting out, embarrassing the older ones, and shouting that ‘no one ever listens to me.’ 

I explained to them that when they did appear to stop to listen to her she had become so accustomed to shouting about how no one listened to her, that she needed to take a breath or three to remember what it was she wanted to say.  For them to have the patience to wait for her to get her words together might be the greatest favour they could do for her.

Give the youngest ten minutes a ten minute serious listening to for a present – tell them this is a gift – and watch the benefits this will have on the whole family.

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