Have you ever felt like a total hypocrite? As I was preparing for my big move, everyone told me I was so brave, courageous and adventurous. The truth is I was terrified. What if I wasn’t what those who hired me were expecting? Would I encounter racism? After all, white settlers stole the land, sent the natives to reservations and created boarding schools for native children that were things from nightmares. Would I offend them without knowing?
It seems as if the end of the school year was just last week. But here we are, Aug. 15, and many schools begin classes Aug. 27.
Since August is when students return to school, this month is National Back to School Month.
According to nationaldaycalendar.com, “National Back to School Month has been observed since the 1960s.
Oki, means hello in the Blackfeet language. Part of teaching on the reservation, and actually anywhere in the state of Montana, requires one to include the native culture in the classroom. I admit I’m still trying to learn the language.
Over the years, I have written about how my three (now adult) children have vacillated between thinking their parents are bumbling idiots to believing that we are seers full of enlightenment and wisdom. As I move from being the parent to the consultant/coach for our youngest child, my ideas or suggestions are often met with “Yes, mother! I know that, mother!” Clearly, we are currently in bumbling idiot mode.
I don’t believe the BP prints poetry, fiction, or non-fiction essays, but I thought I’d submit this piece of “local color” anyway. Maybe (though a stretch, I guess) it might even fit as a LTE. Could be edited if thought it needed to be a bit more family-friendly.
In 1994 and 1995, a TV series aired called “Christy” staring Kellie Martin. In it, a 19-year-old Christy leaves her parents’ home to teach in Cutter Gap, a fictional Appalachian village. In the pilot of the series, Christy watches the train as it leaves her at a lonely, isolated station.