Accounts of recent separations of news personalities from their employers remind me of a time my boss told me,
“You can’t say that.”
Years ago, on a hot sunny mid-day, our high school was evacuated over a threat. One of my thoughts at the time was wondering what was going through the minds of those stopped in traffic as 1500+ students, teachers, and staff crossed the state highway en masse. After accounting for all the students who left class, we sat in the football stadium bleachers until the end of the school day when busses and parents picked up students from the stadium rather than the high school. The congestion and confusion on that side street was significant.
The afternoon was especially stressful to those who had to work through the safety protocols to ensure students left only with a legal guardian. How do you call the school when the school is evacuated? How and to whom are calls forwarded? And what about student records with parent/guardian names and information in an area without computers and connections? How do they sign out from a remote location? Parents were frustrated as everyone was trying to do the right thing in a setting we had never before experienced. I should note that the communication and information issues of that day were addressed.
My uncovered bald head was significantly sunburned in those nearly three hours. By the time I got home, my head hurt and I was angry, especially after learning all that was the result of one student’s prank. I made an ill-advised comment on personal social media that punishment should include affixing the offender to the schoolyard flag pole and allowing all who spent those 2-3 hours in the stadium sun file by to express thoughts of the experience.
I should not have said that and I deleted the post, but not before someone shared it with the building boss, who called me to his office the next day. With a copy of my post in his hand, he not-quite laughingly said that, although he might feel the same way, “you can’t say that”.
We were returning home late at night from a long drive return from an out-of-state visit. In a tired way, I reach down in the dark to open the door. It took us a while to get a flashlight and determine what had happened. I love bandsters. They do fun things without damaging anything.
There was a fun “Prize Program” that went with our Candle Sale for the band. Yes, it was one of MY (Priority Fund Raising) sales. Here was the prize description at the bottom of the letter (highlight added).
AT THE ICE CREAM PARTY
CA$H BA$H
Tape the Directors to the Wall (BYODT)
Ice Cream – All You Can Eat
Variety of Door Prizes
Pig Races (Names drawn)
FUN…FUN…FUN
ICE CREAM PARTY for ALL who sell $100+
The Ice Cream Party was for all who sold over $100. There were about 50 people who qualified. The challenge was to eat all the ice cream, with the guarantee that if all the ice cream was gone, we would reschedule and do it again. NOTE: They didn’t eat all the ice cream.
BUT there would be other fun that only those at the party would experience.
CA$H BA$H was a cash give away. Students would draw tickets for amounts of cash ranging from $1 to $50.
DOOR PRIZES were random prize items I brought from my warehouse.
PIG RACES will need to be another story, but they were battery operated pigs that wriggled and grunted, or walked forward. There was zero control. Names were drawn for participants. Winners got cash or door prizes.
BYODT (Bring Your Own Duck Tape) was to be a highlight. Here’s how that went down…….
The students placed two chairs against the back wall in the band room; for Mr. Campbell and myself. And then, they had plenty of time to tape us to the wall with what they brought for the occasion
Obviously, I would require more tape.
When they finished, they gently removed Mr. Campbell’s chair from under him. He slowly slid down to the floor. So they all went about adding more tape to me.
Then….
…instead of gradually pulling out the chair, it was kicked out from under me, the way you might do if you were hanging someone….
It was such a violent (relatively speaking) maneuver that it pulled me away from the wall and I went crashing to the floor. I landed hard and, yes, it hurt……but the kids were laughing so hard I covered it up and laughed along with them.
And yes, they did help remove the tape from me and the wall.
It is 10/16/21 and the band is heading off to Chesterton Regionals today. Of course, I am not with them as I retired….but the day brings back memories of three times I was involved in the Chesterton Regionals. For us, a Class A Band, Regionals alternated between Lafayette and Chesterton. Here are my three memorable years at Chesterton.
2009 – 1st Gold in a Decade
The show title was “TIME 20:09”. It was Thaine Campbell’s last marching band performance. The band had not received a Regional Gold rating since 2001. I was standing next to Mr. Campbell when they read the result and heard his noticeable sigh of relief. It would be another two months before he announced his retirement. This picture was taken by a parent from another band at the moment the rating was announced and sent to me with a note about how “real” that moment was for these drum majors and guard captains.
2011 – Death of My Mother
It was October 15. For this particular trip, I was driving a white bus, probably transporting some staff and/or parents.
Just prior to the band’s warm-up transit, I got a call from my brother Jeff — telling me that the nursing home called to say they didn’t expect our mother to make it through the night.
I was not only 120 miles on the wrong side of Huntington plus 200 on the other side.The band was about to perform for final competition and would still be in Chesterton for another couple hours waiting for results. What do I do?
One of the parents offered to leave the competition (missing the band’s performance) to drive me back to Huntington, but would then have driven 240 miles to miss the performance.
Mom had not been very conscious for a few months, and was not conscious at this time. I knew, however, that if she had been, her strong words to me would have been to…
“stay with the band”.
It was about 1:30 AM when we arrived back to Huntington. It was about 2:00 AM when brother called again to say, “She’s gone.” I wouldn’t have made it even if I had kept driving — and probably not even if I had immediately left the competition. I am at peace with my decision.
She was buried on my birthday three days later.
2018 – I Couldn’t Go
Between 2011 and this year the band had changed from Class A to Scholastic Class to Open Class B. 2018 would be our first trip back to Chesterton since 2011. I had been stressing about the memories I was sure the trip would invoke, but that became a side note when my doctor started me on a treatment the day before and forbid me to travel.
I was in fairly regular communication and was thrilled that this show; “Look Upon My Works” received a GOLD rating with the highest score since at least 2001.
In the high school bands I teach, we are just beginning to work on Africa: Ceremony, Song and Ritual. (Click that link to listen and follow the conductor’s score). It is an incredible piece of music written to display some of the beauty and complexity of African music and drumming.
I have two “racist”-related stories to go with our preparation of this piece. The first happened several years ago when I invited (and then had to un-invite) an area African drumming group to come to our school to lead a Master Class for our students and open our concert. That will be for another post.
More recently, as part of our discussion and preparation, I spoke with the class about how African drums are considered “sacred” and that we would treat this music and our performance of it with that type of respect.
As part of that discussion, I spoke a little of my son’s study abroad experience during his undergraduate work at Duke University, when he spent a summer in Ghana. He was one source of telling me how reverently the Gananians treated the drumming instruments. He also told me the exceptional level of respect they gave “white people”, and especially men.
He stepped over some local cultural norms when he insisted on helping with the food preparation and in washing his own clothes. And it should be noted that the home where he stayed was considered one of a “nobleman” from the area.
Not comfortable with the female servants doing his laudry, David tried to do his own. The best he could get was for them to let him help them.
“Everyone wanted their picture taken with the white guy, and they wanted hugs. When I went to church, they would always set me on the front row, if not on the platform itself.” -David Gardner
What really sparked the shocked response was when I told this class (mostly white with a small hispanic component) about my son’s experience in a Drumming Circle, where several of the students from his trip participated. The comment that the drumming leader made (multiple times) was that….
“You all are playing like a bunch of WHITE PEOPLE.”
When I shared that quote, I got a noticeable gasp of disbelief and shock. I went on to explain that this was not something a white person said, but rather was a critical statement made by a Gananian African about how non-Africans were playing his instruments.
I was not trying to be or show any form of racial disrespect, but rather, to use a quote from someone who should know the instrument….. Incident averted.
I was looking for something else and stumbled across this…. the narrative portion of a teacher eval on me about a year after they tried to pink-slip me. It was likely a scheduled observation and one of those times you find out what students think of you — because they can make it go really well or horribly wrong. Not sure why they insert the name so often. I find that distracting. Apparently, this was early as we were learning the piece, “Africa: Ceremony, Song, and Ritual”. I should point out that the artifacts passed around and the email read came from David’s summer studies in Ghana.
VIII. NARRATIVE (March 2007)
As I entered Mr. Gardner’s class, I immediately noticed the projector displaying announcements. Specifically, the following were scrolling: Leadership Truths, Characteristics of Quality, Birthdays, and the agenda for each day of the week. In addition, Mr. Gardner used the speakers in the band room to play audio of the African piece that has been the focus of instruction. When the bell rang, Mr. Gardner turned on the lights; students immediately became quiet. Mr. Gardner began to lead students in a warm-up activity. He used the projector during this time. Mr. Gardner’s band room is orderly and conducive to learning. During the last warm-up exercise, Mr. Gardner requested that a senior conduct. Next, Mr. Gardner assigned the following exercise: students were to submit five suggestions that could improve the African piece. He allowed students to make suggestions regarding his performance, as well. Next, Mr. Gardner shared some African artifacts with students. They passed the artifacts around the room while Mr. Gardner read aloud an email message from a study-abroad student in Africa. Students were very attentive during this time. Next, the band started performing the piece; this piece is relatively new to the students. Mr. Gardner balanced praise with constructive criticism. Mr. Gardner transitioned into a rhythm exercise. He allowed students to choose the object they were to use to demonstrate rhythm. Students enjoyed the exercise. Mr. Gardner uses modeling to support his direct instruction. It should be noted that when there are students talking during Mr. Gardner’s direct instruction, other students remind those who are talking to be quiet. Mr. Gardner led students again through the piece. At the end of the period, students were quiet and attentive during announcements. Mr. Gardner praised students as they left, and he reminded them to submit the “suggestion sheet.”
Other good points will be listed below.
1. Mr. Gardner’s class is engaging. Students enjoy the learning environment and are
clearly motivated by the instruction and varied strategies.
2. Mr. Gardner has a passion for teaching that translates into excitement for the students.
I came into a program that was stable, consistent, well-rounded — but with few exceptional accomplishments in marching band competition. I told them,
Accounts of recent separations of news personalities from their employers remind me of a time my boss told me,
