INTERWOVEN EXPERIENCES
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ad you asked me as a child whether I’d grow up to live in a school one day, I would have laughed, thinking that the silliest idea ever. It turns out that the silliest idea ever is not only a real possibility, but the reality I live. I not only live on Hackley’s campus, but in the main school building.
The days for my family include Upper School students offering high-fives and shout-outs to our two year-old, Mo, and their friends stopping my husband, Lacarya, as he walks by to see if he has time to review chemistry with them before Ms. Awad’s or Mr. Boluch’s test (he somehow always finds time for Hackley kids). For us, advantages of campus life are clear: I’m certain Mo began speaking early because from infancy students engaged him in “conversation” and Lacarya loves the contrast between explaining scientific concepts to students and the financial models and diligence calls of his work in private equity. While it is lovely to have my family so nearby and immersed in my school community, I would find myself bringing Lacarya and Mo to work with me even if we did not live on campus. As an educator and an administrator, it is crucial to every conversation I hold, to every decision I make, that I step out of my own experiences and imagine the possibilities, attempt to see the perspectives that others carry. Since its founding, Hackley has been a school of diverse students. Though what diversity has meant in the 111 years since its doors first opened has changed vastly, anyone who works at Hackley is charged with creating an inclusive community. Yet achieving inclusivity, successfully creating a school environment where all feel welcomed and at home, is challenging. It is to this responsibility and to this challenge that I bring Lacarya and Mo. Lessons from Lacarya
Lessons from Mo
Although both Lacarya and I graduated from Princeton, his upbringing and mine could not have been more different. I grew up in Los Angeles, the daughter of a rabbi. Lacarya grew up in Greenville, SC, raised by his grandmother, herself the great-granddaughter of slaves. My nursery school teachers joked that they wouldn’t “graduate” me unless I got into trouble and they could bench me; Lacarya was placed in remedial math and reading because his fifth-grade behavior was so poor. I’m still lucky if I can catch a ball or remember why condensation occurs; he regularly benches over 400 pounds and holds an MBA, an MS in biochemistry, and an MS in biotechnology.
Mo, on the other hand, is not yet old enough to understand his bi-racial identity, let alone share reflections of his experience with me. However, he has certainly, in the span of just a few years, taught me a huge amount about being a boy and the kind of kinetic energy that can come with gender. It’s not that I hadn’t known ever since my own childhood that boys and girls often have different amounts of Mo Scott energy (my best friend Ben was always eager to slide down banisters while I was content to play with puzzles), but when one’s own child’s absolute need to be on the move from 4:00 a.m. onward, his total willingness to leave behind a bowl of ice cream in order to pursue a ball of any sort, one does develop more understanding for the student who simply cannot sit still.
It is his stories, though, of his frustration at being placed in remedial classes when he knew he could do the work of honors, of the challenge of being the only Black kid in his AP classes, of the embarrassment of not knowing when he arrived at Princeton what the Hamptons were, that have impacted me most. The question becomes, how do I, as a teacher and administrator, ensure that his experiences are not replicated here on the Hilltop where we are charged by our mission to help students “learn from our community’s varying perspectives and backgrounds”? After sixteen years of life together, I cannot say that I have come anywhere close to walking in Lacarya’s shoes, but I know without doubt that I have a better understanding of just how he, and probably, by extension, others like him who feel outside of the mainstream and dominant culture, might experience a place like Hackley.
With these Perspectives in Mind Regardless of our own backgrounds—African American, Jewish, Latino, Protestant, Asian, etc.—we may assume that
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