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I am not the kind of person that blames someone else for their downfalls. But I have to do it and it’s all your fault, DWWP readers! Because the part of my past I would love to change is fifth grade. Specifically, my fifth grade teacher, Ms. Lattucca, the teacher that taught me how to be lazy.
Ms. Lattucca was a short, brown-haired woman with a round face and even rounder glasses. I wish I could tell you what we learned in fifth grade but, alas, I cannot. Mostly because the only thing i did learn that fateful year was that doing work was optional… to a point.
Ms. Lattucca’s homework philosophy was to put all her faith in the students. Which sounds great but could not have been a bigger mistake. On the first day of class, she gave us every reading, quiz, essay, test, spelling activity, writing assignment and oral exam for the whole year, daring us not to turn any of them in on the last day of the semester. And, as I found out, I don’t shy away from a dare.
Up to this point in my educational career, I had been an exemplary student. Well, maybe not exemplary but I always got an A+ for effort. Mainly because I literally had never realized that anything else was an option. You worked hard or you worked hard. End of list.
Ten-year-old Conor clearly took after Green Bay Packers head coach and Super Bowl trophy namesake Vince Lombardi when it came to his studies… “doing well in school isn’t everything, it’s the only thing.” But for some reason, the concept of homework that wasn’t due for five months flipped a switch on in my head. A switch that was labeled, “Fuck it. That’s future Conor’s problem.”
To be fair, there were monthly quotas. Ms. Lattucca would do a spot check the first Monday of the month to make sure we were actually working towards an existent final portfolio. I think this is when I learned how to lie. Ms. Lattucca could be so easily doped, tricked and bamboozled into believing my work “was in my other folder,” “on my desk at home,” or “still needed to be proofread by my parents” that I never felt the need to actually do anything.
This obviously and inevitably caught up to me near the end of the year. Ms. Lattucca, along with my parents, finally realized that I had done almost nothing all year. That was the first time I was grounded. They put me on strict homework schedules and, eventually, I was able to turn in a final portfolio with all of the necessary homework assignments in it. But the damage was done. That year, school turned into an obstacle to be avoided. I learned despite my best efforts rather than in favor of them. School was no longer about getting an education; it was about getting a grade.
Let’s be honest though; I probably would’ve come to this conclusion at some point on my own. I’m in no way suggesting that Ms. Lattucca was the seed that grew into my academic apathy. She had a uniquely interesting and selectively beneficial method of educating us that let kids grow academically while giving them responsibility. But she definitely contributed some water to that seed by not taking more of an interest.
If this academic apathy was inevitable, I probably would’ve liked to have put it off a little longer than fifth grade. As an eleven-year-old, I needed more guidance than, “Just do it and we’ll check it later.” Who knows what I might have accomplished with a couple extra years of that “win or go home” intensity when it came to my academic prowess.
But you know what? I’m happy. Changing something from your past carries with it a sense of dissatisfaction with the way things ended up. While there will always be things I regret and things that I wish I did differently, I still like the way it’s all turned out so far. I met some of my best friends in Ms. Lattucca’s class. Friends that I’m still in contact with today. And if I had to become a life-long C+ student to meet them, I’m cool with that.
Wish I had never agreed to leave Colorado. Miss all my friends and some of the books I was forced to leave behind.
Most of all, I miss my sanity and intelligence that I possessed back then!
I had a very similar 5th grade experience, Mr. Clarke taught me that music and friend > math and grades. After that secondary school AP had no chance.
Hey that’s not a bad message though 😛 but yes, not conducive to getting good grades
Wow, I love the honesty of this post. I never was that kind of student, the don’t do anything until the end of the year type. I was too stressed for that kind of thing, always had to turn in my work early and always always had to get good grades. I wish back in high school someone would’ve told me that getting good grades wasn’t the most important thing in the world, because man they sure were that way to me. I cried when I got a bad grade. Cried! Which, looking back, is ridiculous. Sure, I’m still dedicated and motivated and will continue to get good grades in graduate school, but I also know that having a social life and really learning and applying the material is what’s most important. (And also other fun things.) That’s something I would’ve told my younger self…
My epiphany came in third grade when i just did not hand in an assignment and… nothing happened at all. Lazy U can start any time, I guess!!
It’s like they WANT us to not try!
I was very similar to you except I carefully calculated how much I needed to do to get a decent grade. IE getting good grades on tests and figuring out just how much homework I could skip doing and still have a good grade after. I didn’t care about A+ even though it seemed pretty easy to get sometimes, but also didn’t want a C+ either. I think I turned out ok. It must be worse fork ids today though, with how accessible any information is on the web.