Look At Me, Look At Me

The 1970s was dubbed as the Me decade. That is the decade I grew up in. There were things we did as children that were designed to draw attention to ourselves.

I hang with children daily. The Look At Me syndrome is on steroids these days.

Children are no longer humble in the presence of adults. Students constantly tell me how awesome they are. While cute, it is disturbing as well.

I watched one of my students’ baseball games last week. Another player on his team caught a line drive. Given how the team was playing, that it was caught was indeed approaching miraculous. The celebration that occurred after the catch rivaled winning the Super Bowl. I was reminded of Joe Paterno’s mantra, “Act like you done this before.” He did not.

I attended another game last evening of a different student. He had told me he was #9. There was no #9, so I thought he was riding the bench. As I got acclimated, I watched #1 bat. He struck out. Afterward, #1 pounded the plate, stomped off, cried, and otherwise showed up the ump. He should have been ejected right then. #1 then took the field. He was still pouting. Turns out #1 was my student.

Later, when he saw me he was all smiles and was showboating in the field. Despite that, he missed a ball and thre wildly home on a play. But he showed his swagger after each inning.

Children are no longer seen and not heard. That may be good in some respects, but in the respect department, it is sad.

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