I had a miserable experience this week. And because I am a passionate person, the experience still sits in my gut as sour as curdled milk.
In short, I visited a classroom at one of the top public high schools in the country, the same school where I taught in the honors English program for 16 years. In those days, students lingered in my room, anxious to discuss everything from nada to dada.
I left that school in 1998 to open my own small academy in the private sector.
A student employee at my academy, who is a high school senior, invited me to share my experiences in small business.
Sure. I will be delighted to come and share.
During my one hour in the classroom, I performed the following tasks:
• Greeted the students.
• Asked them politely to close their computers, put away their cell phones, and stop texting.
• Began my discussion about starting a small business and getting a loan.
• Again asked them politely to stop texting and talking.
• Again asked one student to stop texting and stop showing me her back.
• Excused the rude student from the classroom.
• Was shoved in my rolling chair by the student as she left the classroom.
• Gave my talk on risk tolerance, business successes and business failures.
• Left the school for lunch with my mentor Joe.
• Agreed with Joe’s insistence that I call the school and report the incident.
• Called the vice-principal and asked that the student be suspended.
• Returned to my office.
I am a master teacher and can work a room as well as Barack Obama, but on Monday last, I was a disrespected guest speaker.
Nada gonna do that again.