Reluctant Kid by Kendall Lyons (c) Cartoon Daily News, 2012
In Elementary and Jr. High school, I tried as hard as I possibly could to stay off the radar of other kids and adults.
I remember those mornings me and my classmates would pile into that portable classroom. We would take our seats. I would sit in the back…not to cause trouble, but to stay out of trouble.
The teacher would start her lecture. Great, awesome, I would be glad that she kept talking. The longer she talked, the longer I could daydream or just play elevator music inside my head.
Suddenly, the teacher would turn towards the class. She would begin scanning the room.
I would sink into my chair.
“Please, Not Me…Please, Not Me…Please, Not Me,” I would think inmy head, almost shouting it to myself! There I was, gritting my teeth, sweating and almost twitchy.
And…she calls me! She WOULD call me when I really didn’t want to answer the question. She WOULD call me, knowing that the rest of my classmates would have something to say about my nasally sound of speaking…my odd way of speaking…or even the simple fact that my first words with the attempt of answering the question would be “well…uh!?”
Once, I said to one of my teachers, “I would like to take a pass on that!”
Needless to say, that didn’t go well!
I didn’t respond like this because I wasn’t paying attention! It was not that I was completely lacking motivation on the subject matter! It certainly was not because of anything I had against the teacher!
I just didn’t want it to be ME! In essence, the issue altogether was ME!
I didn’t want to be noticed. I wanted to stay under the radar. I didn’t want the attention nor was I interested in being in the hot seat only to feel humiliated and miserable. I didn’t want to get picked on, talked about, laughed at or worse! What a way for a kid to start a Tuesday morning, right!?
Then again, adults do this too.
With their dreams, their hopes, their ideas and plans, people out there are saying, “Please, Not Me!?” They are shaking in fear. They are sweating. They are gritting their teeth. They are worried. They are sinking into their chairs like 10 year olds instead of having the faith of one.
I now sit in the classroom of life, as a 27 year old with the faith of a kid, flailing my arms and yelling, “oooh, pick me, pick me,” for the teacher of wisdom, calling and purpose to ask me to answer the question with the answer that’s already obvious!