In the 50s, I worked for the Los Angeles Board of Education. At any time, I would be called upon to hold a concert and be a folksinger, or storyteller, open a counseling office in an Elementary school, or (and this I enjoyed the most) take over a troubled classroom of 6th graders.
The principal was thrilled to have me take over a 6th-grade group of out-of-control 6th graders. They were bright and difficult individuals brought together due to a history of indifferent behavior. The assignment was to be their teacher until they left for Junior High. These 6th graders ruled the elementary school and playground.
Within minutes of introducing myself as Mr.” O,” the recess bell rang, and 25 boys and girls rushed for the doors, pushing and crowding each other. The two doors were locked by me when I entered the room, so the rush came to an unmovable wall. I quietly said, “sit down,” and they (with murmuring) did. I said, “stand up!” followed in seconds by, “sit down. Is this how you want to spend your recess?” I asked. There was a minute or two of silence, and I said, “line up!”
All 25 went to the doors and quietly formed a line, making room for anyone to move in. They filed out and played for about 30 minutes, and when called, they quickly lined up. When seated, we talked about what they expected from school and me. I told them they could call me “Sy” in class but “Mr. O.” outside our room. They never failed to do so. We built an entire city on a 4×8 piece of plywood with freeways and parks as a group project. Individuals went to the project whenever they finished classwork. Also, those who did well in math, reading, etc., became mentors to those with problems. And when their classmates did well, they were given public awards for their help. They became a community and grew to hate weekends. Why? Because of the “caring for each other” philosophy.
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Loved your story of the sixth graders, especially the “build a city” project. That brought back memories of finishing the cabins at Camp Shasta, nailing up the wood plank sidings and creating our unique rock lined border to our cabin with a sign announcing the name of our group. Those memories are still clear