My Daughter, The Risk-Taker
Day 018 – August 9, 2011
The School that our trio of children attend is moderately different from the educational facilities they attended back in Virginia. This School follows the International Baccalaureate (IB) program (sorry…programme) and this programme strives to develop certain characteristics in its students. This profile for the well-educated lad and lass contains qualities such as being inquirers, being knowledgeable, and being communicators.
Central to my story for this blog post is the aspect of this profile that asks students to be risk-takers.
My grade school daughter – on her fourth day at her new school – was having lunch in the cafeteria with the rest of her classmates. She and her class had been told by her teacher that when they were done eating, they needed to wait at their tables until he came to fetch them. The students completed their lunch one-by-one until they are all done. The bell signifying the end of the lunch period rings and all the kids look around because their teacher has not shown up.
Time ticks and tocks on its merry way and my daughter’s classmates look around to see that all the other classes have been gathered up. Her class stands alone as an oasis of students in a desert of empty green tables.
What to do? What to do?
My daughter decides to take matters into her own hands and she – against the direction of her teacher – leaves the table and walks back to her classroom. There, she finds her teacher relaxing, eating his lunch, and reading a magazine. She informs him that the class is done with lunch and that they are all waiting for him. He responds that she is breaking his rule by leaving the table.
“Well,” my daughter replies, “it was your responsibility to come get us and you’re late.”
This is my daughter in microcosm. Four days into a new school and a new teacher and she is standing up to an authority figure telling him that he is in the wrong.
I know the full details of this story and am able to relate the tale to to you because my daughter’s teacher told it to me. He told me that he was purposefully tardy in picking up his class because he wanted to see how they would react. He was letting me know how proud he was of her for taking a risk and for standing up for herself when confronted.
I’m not sure…should I be pleased or terrified for my future for the fact that my grade school daughter has been praised for feeling she could break a rule for what she thought was the greater good?