Karen,
I agree. The behaviors and conversations I see in our Alaskan small-town high school are SO much better than they were in my upper-middle-class, liberal, California high school (which Rachel Maddow attended) back in my day. Are there idiots? Of course. It’s high school. Will some of them never learn? Of course. But the average level of engagement, involvement, compassion and empathy is heartening.
Nick: Yeah, I’d spend HOURS on the (landline, Ma Bell, rotary-dial) phone talking to romantic and platonic friends. So I don’t begrudge my kids texting each other throughout the day. Because it’s often a group doing it, it is, in ways, MORE social than we ever had it. We do collect the devices at 9 pm on school nights. Cause we were once teenagers ourselves, once.
And as Craig eluded to, the difference one teacher or volunteer can make is striking. I’ve coached middle-school students for whom I was the only adult in their life that showed up every time I said I would, treated them like the smart kid they were, and brought snacks. A kid on one First-in-State team had four different address that year. Less than half the students I meet who are capable of being a doctor/lawyer/engineer are aware that they are (until we talk and I point out what their performance indicates). It’s a trickier line to walk on social issues, but I get really explicit about any bullying, sexism or racism that comes up. I’m a volunteer and the principal is wonderfully supportive that “MathCounts is a privilege, not a right” and teachers within earshot are usually subtly nodding their head if I lay into some kid who stepped out of line.
Back on topic, a story I’ve told before:
I was taking a hike one Spring on a weekday (very few people out). A woman is coming back on the same trail. I smile, say “Hi” and she doesn’t make eye contact and physically shies away from me. I think, “It’s sad but understandable that women have to be so circumspect.” but wondered if she was a tourist or new arrival, because I see a lot less of that locally than in large cities around the country. But as I replayed it in my mind, I realized she had a wicker basket in the crook of her arm and her shifting position served to mostly hide that from me. Ah ha! – she’s wasn’t worried about her personal safety so much as not wanting to telegraph that she was returning from her secret location for morel mushrooms.
One upside of our 200,000-acre forest fire in 2019 is that there is now unlimited morel territory, although you have to scramble over a lot of downed trees.