Shooter Grrl Posted January 7, 2002 Share Posted January 7, 2002 Reaching more than 32,500 subscribers in 107 countries, this is... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ HeroicStories #266: 31 December 2001 http://www.HeroicStories.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I Can't Story Editor: By Terry Galan Joyce Schowalter, Ontario, Canada Donna had volunteered her fourth-grade class to participate in a program to empower students to take charge of their lives. My job was to help implement the program. On my first visit to her classroom I took a seat in the back. All students were filling a sheet of notebook paper with ideas. The 10-year-old next to me was writing "I Can'ts" -- "I can't kick the soccer ball past second base. I can't do long division with more than three numerals. I can't get Debbie to like me." Her page half full, she showed no signs of letting up. I walked, glancing at student papers. Everyone described "I Can't" versus "I Can". Curious why they dwelt on the negative, I decided to ask Donna -- but she, too, was busy writing. "I can't get John's mother to come for a teacher conference. I can't get my daughter to put gas in the car. I can't get Alan to use words instead of fists." Still curious, I returned to my seat. Students wrote another 10 minutes, then were instructed to fold their papers in half and put them into an empty shoe box. Donna added hers, put the lid on the box, tucked it under her arm, and headed down the hall. Students followed teacher. I followed students. Halfway down the hall, Donna got a shovel from the custodian's room. Then she marched the students to the farthest corner of the playground. Digging took ten minutes because most of the fourth-graders wanted a turn. The box of "I Can'ts" was placed in the hole and covered with dirt. Thirty-one 10- and 11-year-olds stood around the grave. Donna announced, "Please join hands and bow your heads." They formed a circle, lowered heads and waited. Donna delivered the eulogy. "Friends, we gather today to honour the memory of 'I Can't.' While with us here on earth, he touched everyone's lives, some more than others. We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place. He is survived by 'I Can', 'I Will', and 'I'm Going to Right Away'. They are not as well known as their relative -- but with your help, perhaps they will make a greater mark on the world. May everyone here pick up their lives and move forward in his absence." Back in the classroom Donna held a wake. They celebrated the passing of "I Can't" with cookies, popcorn and fruit juice. Donna cut a large tombstone from butcher paper. She wrote "I Can't" at the top, RIP in the middle, the date at the bottom, and posted it on the wall. On rare occasions when a student forgot and said, "I Can't", Donna simply pointed to the RIP sign. The student remembered "I Can't" was dead -- and rephrased the statement. I wasn't one of Donna's students. She was one of mine. Yet that day I learned an enduring lesson from her. Years later, I still envision that fourth grade class laying "I Can't" to rest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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