The entire class was huddled together on the itchy patch of commercial carpet in the kindergarten classroom. Our heads craned upward, captivated, watching our teaching tell us all about the wonderful, stupendous, and incomparable letter “C”.
“Ka,” she enunciated the hard sound. “Can anyone think a word that starts with this sound?” All around me, girls raised their hands quickly.
I didn’t have any word, or was really sure as to the letter “c”, but they got approving smiles, along with a “Good Job”, and “Excellent”.
I just wanted attention and approval. I raised my hand high, and “oohed” the loudest.
She called on me.
I was so happy. A deep breath, wild and frantic thought for a word, any word, and I said,
She said the right thing,
“Good try, Esther, but that’s a ‘p’, not a ‘c’” and she moved onto the next kid.
But her face.
Her face, of course, told me otherwise. With lips twisted in a hidden smirk, right brow slightly raised, it plainly said,
“Seriously? A ‘p’ for a ‘c’? Moron.”
The teacher’s comment on my end-of-the-year report card read.
Esther is very withdrawn in class, it has not impacted her academic performance, but it is of concern, relative to her social interactions with her peers. We will be noting it, and keeping an eye on her progress.
I know “Lo habeishan lomed” (the bashful does not learn), but for me, I think Fiero of “Wicked” had it right when he sang, “Those who don’t try, never look foolish”.