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What Happened on Thursday

By Paul Smith


Paul Smith teaches special education in the Cognitive Disabilities Borderline program at Oshkosh West High School. He began his teaching career in September of 1998.

It’s interesting to me that I’m back in a high school teaching, because high school was a terrible experience for me the first time around. It must be some kind of karma that wants me to experience high school again, but more positively this time. I know that high school continues to be a place where kids are bullied and harassed every day, but I was determined that I was not going to tolerate it this time. I was going to be the teacher who never let the word “fag” go unchallenged, and who wouldn’t tolerate “that’s so gay” to be said about anything. I was so determined because I remembered what it was like to be a gay student. And my determination lasted until the middle of my first day at West High. After hearing the words “fag” and “dyke” tossed around casually in the hallways dozens of times, and after hearing everything negative referred to as “gay,” I realized that I was going to have to pick my battles. Maybe I would address it only when it happened in my class, or maybe only when I could see someone was being victimized. I really backed down on my principles that first week. What a disappointing feeling.

I lived with my disappointment for my first year teaching special education at West High. All my colleagues knew I was gay, but I only came out to my students or their parents when they asked. And I found most of my students remarkably uninterested in my personal life. During my second year, a reporter from the local newspaper called and wanted to interview my partner and me for a story on same-gender marriage. At the time, equal marriage was about to arrive in Massachusetts, and we happened to be a couple that had relocated from there. The reporter came and talked with us for a while, and then a photographer came and took some pictures. Nothing too exciting - just quotes about what we do with our lives, and some photos of us cooking dinner. We're a little more boring than your average couple. On their way out, they told us that they would run an article about us on Thursday. This made me a little bit nervous about Thursday. Actually, this made me a lot nervous about Thursday.

Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep. And early Thursday morning I took a walk down the street to the newspaper machine. I almost stopped breathing when I saw our pictures, two of them, and big, on the front page of the Oshkosh Northwestern, above the fold. The Northwestern also happened to be delivered free to every classroom at school first thing in the morning. My first thought was to call in sick. My second thought knew that would only make things worse. So I went to school. At first, it was worse than I thought.

Students were of course in the hall shrieking and laughing about whatever was the big news of the day. This is standard high school drama, actually, but I just wasn’t used to being the drama. When the bell rang and I walked into class, my students were the quietest and best behaved they had been all year. They were all just sitting in their seats, waiting in anticipation for what I was going to say. I wondered if this was what teaching would have been like in the 1950s.

So this is what I said. "I guess you've all seen the paper by now. This is a picture of my partner and me. He and I live together. You might be very surprised by this news. And I meant to tell you all about my family earlier, but it just never came up, and I'm sorry about that. So, does anybody have any questions?" Then there was one of those long awkward classroom pauses, like when I've asked a question that's too hard, and everybody tries to avoid eye contact. But then the questions started. Like, "How long have you known you were gay?" and "Is your partner nice?" and "Do you have any kids?" And then they started sharing stories. It seemed most of them knew someone who was gay, but no one had talked about them before. One student had a gay uncle. So did another, but her family doesn't talk to him anymore. One had a gay friend from middle school, and said she wasn’t sure what to think about that. And that led us into a whole discussion about name-calling, bullying, and using respectful language. Then the bell rang, and they all left for their next class.

And that was that. By lunchtime, I was old news. The students had more important matters to attend to by then, like getting back to the running list of who's going out with whom. For the rest of that day, and the next day, I actually received nothing but positive comments, and phone calls, and notes, and e-mails from other teachers, and parents of my students. I know not everybody was happy with having an openly gay teacher at West High, but those people were nice enough not to say anything to me. No bricks were thrown though my window. There were no pitchforks or torches as I imagined when we first contemplated moving to the Midwest. And honestly, that's one of the nicest things about living here. Politeness trumps politics most days.
So I’m an openly gay teacher in a Wisconsin public school. Ta-da! It’s a relief to be completely honest, though. And even though the word “fag” is still hurled about the school many times every day, at least nobody says it in my presence anymore. And a couple of students who have gay-identified have come to talk to me since that Thursday. I don't have too much profound advice for them, but I can listen to their concerns, tell them that I know how they feel, and assure them that things will get better.

Gay kids continue to have a tough time in school - some better and some worse than others. But a lot has changed in our schools since I was in high school. Many schools have Gay-Straight Alliances, and teachers are better trained to handle harassment and bullying. There are more openly gay role models, and same-gender relationships are somewhat more socially accepted. Gay students are still bullied more in school, though, and they’re still at a higher risk for suicide. Even so, I’m finding the high school experience to be much more positive this time around.

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Posted November 29, 2005