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A Culture of Cheaters

Welcome to America: Where Cheaters Live.

I know, it’s not the official motto of America, but I feel that it should be.  I’m sad that America has turned into a country that has such a strong culture of cheating.

Alex Rodriguez became the latest high profile athlete to admit to using steroids or a “banned substance” as it’s so frequently called.  In this article, A-Rod says, “And I did take a banned substance and, you know, for that I’m very sorry and deeply regretful. And although it was the culture back then and Major League Baseball overall was very — I just feel that — You know, I’m just sorry. I’m sorry for that time. I’m sorry to fans. I’m sorry for my fans in Texas. It wasn’t until then that I ever thought about substance of any kind.”

However, this isn’t just about A-Rod’s shady behavior.  It’s not about how he had us all fooled into thinking that he was genuinely one of the best baseball players ever.  It’s not even about the kids who now know that their hero is, in part, a fraud.

It’s about cheating and the quest to get ahead.  The drive to be successful by any means necessary.  I see it in my classrooms, and all over the school. People feel that the only way to become successful is by cutting corners.  One of my good friends always says, “It’s hard to build your soul when everyone around you is selling theirs.”

This frustrates me. It saddens me. It angers me. All at the same time. Perhaps it’s my background. When I was growing up, it was not enough to win or to achieve. It had to be done in the right way; the honorable way. And while I may not have always come out of the situation with the victory, I could take pride in knowing that I had taken the appropriate approach to the situation.

What is it about our culture that produces this drive to cheat? How can we change it?

Below you’ll find a poem that I first read as a middle schooler. It helped shape my perspective and reaffirmed to me that at the end of the day, I need to be able to be true to myself and have my own dignity and self respect.

The Man In The Glass  by Peter Dale Winbrow, Sr.

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

My closing thoughts can be summed up by Philipians 4:7-9:  “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” Don’t lose yourself in the process of trying to attain what you THINK is important.  The reason that most people fail instead of succeeding is because they trade what they want most for what they want most at the moment.  We have to be better about making ourselves better people, not just people who have better things.


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All sorts of things…

I always promise to update this blog more- and I always intend to keep that promise.  With all the thoughts that I have swirling through my head, you’d think that this blog could easily be transformed into a book by now.  Alas, I take the easy way out and avoid writing, which is something that I LOVE, for other things- such as ummm…teaching, and ummm lesson planning, and stuff of the sort.

The last time I wrote, I was in the midst of the annual family Christmas gathering.  And while I mentioned my fear of flying, I’m happy to report that I have (obviously) made it home to Florida, and continued with my regularly scheduled life, which was already in progress.  The worst part of the flight was that it was nonstop.  Seriously, I hate flying so much that I often have layovers to calm myself.  Nevertheless, it was a smooth trip, and I got a nap in, as well as some project graded.

For me, the joy of 2009 has, thus far, been the inauguration of Barack Obama as the 44th president of the United States.  It makes me sad to report that I was unable to make the trip to the inauguration (especially since my mother received an official invite that she decided not to use nor share with me…but I’m not bitter).  However, I did watch the inauguration with some of my students, as it was required by the school that we watch it.  It was an incredibly emotional moment for me, and I was completely unashamed of the tears that streamed down my face as I stood in front of a classroom full of 6th graders watching President Obama take the oath of office.  While I’ve never really felt limited in what  I could accomplish, I now truly feel empowered and excited about the fact that so many things are possible to me.  And I think that’s a feeling across America now, but especially in the African American community.  The sentiment that was consistently echoed was two fold- older African Americans (perhaps those who experienced the Civil Rights Movement and periods before and after) didn’t feel that they would see an African American president in their lifetime; younger African Americans didn’t think it would happen so soon.  The result is still the same- an entire nation of people now feel able and confident to dream again, and to pursue those dreams, because they truly believe that anything is possible.  Biblically, I can sum it up with two verses:  1 Corinthians 2:9 and Ephesians 3:20-21.

Of course with 2009 being a new year, I’ve set some goals for the year.  Goals, not resolutions.  Most of the goals revolve around me being more financially savvy and secure, and truly pursuing the things that I want out of life.  One month in, I feel that I’m off to a fairly good start, with the exception of the goal to work out.  If I could nail that one, I’d be a winner.

I’m proud to say that I’ve survived my first full semester as a teacher.  While I’d like to report that it’s gotten easier, it hasn’t.  And while there are times that I think that I’m better at managing all that teaching requires, there are other times where I’m ready to give this career “the finger” and keep it moving.  I can honestly say that I understand why many teachers quit after their first few years.  But as Jay-Z would say, “…this is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me.”  The positive is that I see headway in some areas, and I’m grateful for the encouragement and assistance from my coworkers, friends, family, and even from the students who say nice things that are just enough to keep me holding on until Friday (usually by Sunday evening, I’ve forgotten anything horrible about the last week, and I’m ready to dive in again).  So, in short, I’m still grinding it out, hoping to make a difference in the life of even one child.

Whew!  That was a mouthful.  Or rather, a handful.  At any rate, I figure I should probably write more often just so that those of you who read this don’t have to read as much.  I’m done making promises, but we’ll see what happens.  Until next time…