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Saturday, October 4, 2008

How to implement the escape option.

Yesterday I was talking with my brother. His youngest daughter [18] has gone away to college, and in relaying the conversation he had with her, four very familiar words said it all...a saying that started about 15 years ago. Its popularity has become quite widespread.
When my son was a freshman in high school, he and his friends joined the marching band. It was a great experience for them, and I must say the band was quite accomplished. There were many long hours of practice, and competitions to prepare for with diligence and precision.

Since there were Mon., Wed., and Saturday practices, I arranged car pooling with his two-three friends' parents. That way you only had to do the drop off and pick up once a week instead of three times. These were kids who went to elementary and middle school together, and now they were marching along together in fine fashion with a common goal.

So, it's my turn to pick up the 3 riders and drop them off. It's always fun to drive while listening with one ear to the conversation that's going on among the 14 year old boys. Like the time that they got talking about how you could tell if you were in trouble by the sound of their parent's voice. Dave said that when he was called by his entire name[ including the middle name] , he knew it wasn't good. We asked Scott and he said," Oh, that's an easy one. When I hear 'Jesus Christ', I know that I'd better be moving with a purpose!!". Much laughter erupted...oh, those were the good old days!

But sometimes, the conversation would gravitate to a less desirable subject. They'd get talking about the kid who hadn't been picked up yet, and so he could not defend himself. Maybe it's the teacher in me that couldn't allow that kind of stuff to go on. My first line of defense would be to 'clear my throat', and if that didn't work...the evil eye was sent to my son. I can raise my right eyebrow much higher than my left one. This tactic can be quite effective when used as a visual warning!!
Finally when all maneuvers seemed to fail in halting the unkind words being said, I jumped right in the middle of the conversation with, "How about those Mets!!!"
At first, they were a little bit stunned. But as I kept the Mets subject going,[they were all Mets fans...each and every one of them], the 'purposeful' fork in the road was successful. My son was well aware of what had just happened. I think I may have heard his silent,'whatever' [his favorite word at the age of 14]. But it was mission accomplished. And when the situation would arise again, another, 'How 'bout those Mets' was commissioned to help change the subject.
And thus was the birth of the escape hatch. It literally took on a life of its own in my family, with my friends, and in my classroom.

If something unkind is being spoken, if you are feeling that an argument is going absolutely nowhere, if you feel that no matter what you say...nothing will change, and if nothing good is going to come of the situation, just take a deep breath and say,

"How about those METS!!'
At first, there may be mild confusion. But it won't take long before you become very comfortable with it. And not only will people understand it...they will begin to use it.
It's the best, most immediate , stress reducer ever!!!

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9 Comments:

  • i need some other words as I'm not a sport fan...but it's a good idea. I find that happening with women some time who like to gossip about other women and it makes me uneasy....

    By Blogger Great Grandma Lin, At October 4, 2008 at 2:58 PM  

  • well finally the Mets can make somebody happy!

    By Blogger Dianne, At October 5, 2008 at 6:16 PM  

  • Me too as I am not into sports..Hmm..how about that VP debate.

    By Blogger RamblingWoods2.com, At October 5, 2008 at 11:15 PM  

  • Michelle
    Good one!

    By Blogger Mare, At October 6, 2008 at 7:05 AM  

  • You know that all my 5 kids were in band in HS. And I so relate to all those trips to the HS to pick them up. One day I was in a hustle, running late and mad. Got to a point on the side street only to discover a school bus was stopped to let someone off. And I would be even later. Then...I watched as a young man in a wheel chair was taken off the school bus. No more fussing....I was able to pick up my kids who were healthy and could run sports and be in the band...something this kid would never do. So the anger left me. So I would be late...it was OK.

    And to this day, when I get to that house my mind sees that day, my emotions remember, and my heart aches for the boy...who is now a man and I see around time. It was a powerful lesson...I no longer go or do anything if I'm in a hurry. And I am never late.

    By Blogger Susan, At October 6, 2008 at 11:25 AM  

  • What fun your students must have had. It's those small, silly, personal touches that students remember. I'll bet you are pretty memorable.

    By Blogger Jo, a retired teacher, At October 6, 2008 at 5:05 PM  

  • I have to remember this one. Thanks, I needed that. I'll have to change it to the Lakers though.lol

    By Blogger dellgirl, At October 6, 2008 at 9:44 PM  

  • I have a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon where his he had just said something mean to his little girlfriend and she's walking down the road kicking the gravel at her feet. She's saying, "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.... yeah, right!" I can't think of anything that takes longer to heal than a wounded spirit. And our very spirits are wounded and broken by unkind words.

    You came up with a simple solution to an age old problem. Good work, Mare!

    The rule when my children were young was that if they said ONE unkind thing about another child, they had to come home the following day and tell me FOUR nice things about him/her. The truth of it is, sometimes someone really does something that is offensive to you...or they really aren't too terribly likable. I wanted my kids to feel safe at home expressing their feelings about those instances and those people. But, I know that what we focus on is what we see... so I wanted to find a way to encourage them to focus on other's qualities. Therefore, the one to four rule came about. It's amazing how many people they thought they could never like, they became friendly with... not best friends, but at least friendly with. And I wanted it just not to be worth it for them to spread rumors and pass along gossip. It wasn't.

    They were also allowed to say something mean about a sibling, as long as they put it to music and sang it. It got them to laughing... or it just wasn't worth making up a tune to sing it too. We rarely had unkind words spoken in our home.

    By Blogger wispy willow, At October 8, 2008 at 6:53 PM  

  • Great idea Mare. I can tell you are a great teacher and great mom.

    By Blogger Kay, At October 9, 2008 at 8:27 AM  

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