The atmosphere was humming with anticipation as I drove onto campus. The grounds were already crawling with media crews and law enforcement personnel, and the aforementioned Secret Service were impossible to miss. Apparently those folks watch T.V., too, because they knew just how to dress. The stereotypical image of men in dark suits and shades came to life before my eyes, and I made a mental note to not do anything stupid, lest I be dragged off into some room and have my memory wiped.
My first stop was in the office to sign in and check my box. Along the way, as I encountered other teachers, I was amused by the interpretations of how we had been encouraged to dress. Judging by what I saw, our instructions had been to wear a) our school spirit shirts with nice pants, or b) something that says, "I'm going to a funeral, or a cocktail party, or maybe both if there's no time to change in between." Lots of green school spirit shirts, and lots of black. There was no middle ground, I tell you.
Once I got to my classroom, it was difficult to concentrate on preparing for any actual teaching that needed to take place there that day. I have to admit I was a little keyed up. I prepped, for the twentieth time, my fifth grade son, who had been chosen to be among those gathering in the library to hear the Vice President's remarks, reminding him to sit still and not to fidget and to ask only the questions we had discussed should he have the opportunity to talk to Mr. Biden.
I helped my third grade daughter finish up the last of her homework.
I printed some worksheets.
I wrote morning instructions on the board.
I reapplied lipstick.
By the time the bell rang and my second graders began to pour into the room, I was stoked, and they were full of questions. Is he here yet? When is he coming? Can I get a drink of water? Is the President coming, too? Can I take my book back to the library? Do you think he'll come to our classroom? Can we write him a letter? Is it almost snack time? When you're seven years old, only so much can be about the Vice President. I did my best to engage them in our normal morning routine, all the while watching through our window as important looking people went in and out of the library directly across the courtyard from my classroom, and it became apparent that my students might have a great opportunity to see the man fairly close up.
As the morning went on, we reviewed for this week's big reading test, and we talked about our hopes of seeing Mr. Biden in person. Before too long I noticed a sharp increase in black suits outside across the courtyard, and suddenly there he was, flanked by our principal and superintendent, greeting the 5th grade teacher in whose classroom he would spend significant time later. I tried to play it cool with my kids, and said very calmly, "Now, everyone, if you look outside our window right now, you'll see the Vice President. That's him with the white hair talking to Mrs. K. and our principal." When I think about it now I realize I said it in much the same way as I might have pointed out a box turtle eating lettuce on a field trip to the zoo. Fortunately, my partner teacher, who also has a window onto the courtyard, rushed into my room and said, "There he is! Kids, go to the window so you can see!"
Well, duh. I'm so glad she did that, (sometimes we teachers can be so "teacher-y" that we forget to be just normal), because in the next moment my students and I were all huddled against the glass, clamoring for a view past the "What it Means to Be a Patriot" papers I had deliberately left taped to the window, and we were gawking and giggling like the school children we are. Well, most of us are.
He made his way down the outdoor hall, away from our classroom and out of view, and the excitement was over for the moment. It was hard for all of us to go back to what we had been doing, but we managed to press on with our work. Fortunately, P.E. time arrived quickly, and the kids were giddy as they pushed their chairs under their desks and lined up to leave the room. Just before we walked out, I put new batteries in my camera and told my students to keep their eyes open for the Vice President. "We just might see him!" I said with genuine excitement, as though we were on the lookout for Santa at the mall. As we walked down the hallway, the little girl leading my line said more than once, "There he is! I see him!" If Mr. Biden was anywhere around, she certainly was not going to miss him. But each time it turned out to be only a Secret Service "guy" who happened to have greyish white hair.
I dropped my students off with their coaches, but I returned early with my teammate to pick up our classes, knowing the Vice President was in one of the portable classrooms just beyond the P.E. area. Turns out it was a good decision, because just as we came around the corner we saw his entourage moving in our direction.And this was my favorite part . . .
When Mr. Biden, the Vice President of the United States, encountered all those sweet kids on the basketball court, he was transformed into something more like "Grandpa Biden". He made a beeline to a large group of them. He stooped down to look right into their eyes. He touched the tops of their heads and their soft faces. He let them swarm around his waist and hoisted one little girl onto his hip, smiling for a group photo. Those second graders didn't have much of a clue what he was there to talk about. They just know he's really important, and he works with the President, and came to visit us, and that's just really super cool. They know a big deal when they see one, and this was a big deal. A big deal who just happens to act a whole lot like somebody's granddaddy.
Of course, I managed to work my way in there, clicking away with my camera, and had the privilege of shaking his hand and thanking him for coming to our school. I even got a very nice picture of the two of us, and he was so warm and genuinely friendly that you'd think it was a snapshot of "Uncle Joe" and me at the family reunion. Later, as I watched the live streaming of his speech while my students were at lunch, that genuine tone came through again and I believed him when he said he'd rather still be with the students than doing the official Vice President stuff. I listened intently to all he had to say, and I may or may not have agreed with some parts or others. I didn't feel Democratic or Republican or even particularly bipartisan.
I simply felt American.
Of course, I'm not naive, and I'm aware that there was an agenda that day, and it had much to do with the American Jobs Act. I get that. Am I in favor of that bill? I dunno. I honestly don't even fully understand everything it's proposing. But I do know that on Tuesday what I heard through the whole experience was this:What I do for children every day matters, because children matter.Sometimes a healthy dose of morale is all we teachers need to keep us going, even in the face of pay cuts and overcrowding, and I think we got that on Tuesday. I've never been more proud of our school's administration, our faculty and staff, and our kiddos.
(Written in October 2011. A lot has changed since then, obviously, but these were my thoughts and feelings on that day. I respect the office of President, and I appreciate the burden borne by the man or woman who holds it, regardless of my politics or theirs.)