My father was the first of his family to go to college. He
completed 2 years at a junior college then entered the military. Mom graduated
high school and worked before meeting Dad and quickly became an Army wife.
Growing up, schooling in my house was not central to the discussions in our
family. Often moving every 2 or 3 years, my parents – more my mo
m – excused our
mediocre performance to this and the destructive cliché of “boys will be boys.”
The common theme in my early academic travels after school
was rushing home with book bag in tow busting through the door slinging the bag
into a corner and turning on the TV. Mom would have a snack ready, which would
be received thanklessly, and in all earnestness she would ask, “How was your
day at school?”
“Fine.” my brother and I would retort as we fought to pick
which channel of the 10 we would watch until Dad would come home and we would
surrender our dominion of the living room.
Fast forward to high
school – senior year. As the weeks turned into months, all of my friends were
making plans for college. I didn’t have a clue. After 12 years of mediocrity,
in the room of opportunity there weren’t many doors left for me. In a panic, I
remember a conversation with my father.
He was sitting in his
chair. I said in all shaky confidence, “Dad, I want to go to college.”
He took a drink, turned the TV off, placed his drink on the
TV tray where the leftovers of his dinner remained. He cleared his throat then
rolled to his left and removed his wallet from his back pocket. He slowly
opened it to the center billfold.
“Boy, I don’t have money to throw away on you for college. I’m
not a fool. ”
I was stunned.
He continued, “Your not ready for college. You have no idea
what you want to do or the discipline to make it happen.”
He went on for about 30 minutes, but I my 17 year old mind
had tuned out after that.
I ended up spending 4 years in the Air Force behaving very
badly. Spending my money carelessly and coming very close to a dishonorable
discharge. Luckily I figured it out, but in all, he was right. I was not ready.
Chelsea, Darby, London |
Thankfully, early in my life I met a smart, driven women who
didn’t see mediocrity in me and demanded growth in our relationship, family,
and our careers. Education was and still is the foundation and driving force in
our lives. I have taught for 18 years. Between us we have one associate, two
bachelors, two masters, one EdS and one EDd. My daughters are all in the top 5%
of their class and each have an immense room of opportunity with many many
doors waiting for them. Now, two are in college on scholarship and the other on
her way.
Nearly 1% of the world’s population holds a terminal
degree. That young man in my father’s
basement has come a long way. I want to continue my journey in scholarship
because that is where I found opportunity, love, family, and myself.