My first day or two at my new school as a brand new teacher and one of the other teachers is trying to be helpful, I think.
She says to me: I don’t know if anybody has mentioned to you that there aren’t a lot of people of color at this school…
This IS Vermont, right? So of course there aren’t a lot of people of color in this small town at this small school in Central Vermont. This school is 1/3 the size of the school where I student taught and worked as a paraprofessional last year. There were only a handful of us at that school. So I kind of figured this school would be even less diverse – if there is such a thing.
Then, I saw the school was seeking a girls’ middle school basketball couch. I inquired of the Athletic Director as to the time commitment and responsibilities of the position. I swear he was salivating – a Black woman inquiring about basketball. He couldn’t get out fast enough a date for a quick interview. It reminded me of a silly movie 20 years ago entitled Soul Man. Some guy dyes himself Black so he could get accepted into Harvard Law School under a Blacks only scholarship. When he goes to participate in a pick-up game of basketball, the two teams literally fight over who will get him. And he is a terrible basketball player. It was one in a string of hilarious stereotypes gone wrong.
I don’t got game. I know nothing of basketball. But since it’s a small school I thought it was a wonderful way to get involved, build relationships, have fun, and become more physically active. I planned to work on basic fundamentals. After a couple of days of snickering when I passed him in the halls, I finally confessed to the athletic director. He still wanted to meet with me. I believe his thinking is that an inexperienced woman might be a little better than a male parent for girl’s basketball. I had my first interview which went very sell. Second interview this week. We shall see…
If I do take the position, when and if offered, I may just have to be concerned about parents and fans.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
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Dawn ,this made my day. thanks for sharing and I hope you don't mind my chuckles through your moments. When I went up there, Rutland, I was thinking yeah, pretty white. But what I didn't even notice, to which my Vermont, friend pointed out to me, is that I stood out like a sore thumb, she said. To which I replied, really. I am so oblivious. She said people don't dress like you around here. And I said, like what. Anyway, it was a strange experience.
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