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THE "I CAN'T" FUNERAL


Saturday, October 20, 2012



THE "I CAN'T" FUNERAL

Donna's fourth grade classroom looked like many others I had seen in the past. Students sat in five rows of six desks. The teacher's desk was in front and faced the students. The bulletin board featured student work. In most respects it appeared to be a typically traditional elementary classroom. Yet something seemed different that day I entered it for the first time. There seemed to be an undercurrent of excitement.
Donna was a veteran small-town Michigan schoolteacher only two years away form retirement. In addition she was a volunteer participant in a countrywide staff development project I had organized and facilitated. The training focused on language arts ideas that would empower students to feel good about themselves and take charge of their lives. Donna's job was to attend training sessions and implement the concepts being presented. My job was to make classroom visitations and encourage implementation.
I took an empty seat in the back of the room and watched. All the students were working on a task, filling a sheet of notebook paper with thoughts and ideas. The ten-year-old student next to me was filling her page with "I Can'ts".
"I can't kick the soccer ball past second base." "I can't do long division with more than three numerals." "I can't get Debbie to like me." Her page was half full and she showed no signs of letting up. She worked on with determination and persistence. I walked down the row glancing in student's papers. Everyone was writing sentences, describing things they couldn't do. "I can't do ten push-ups." "I can't hit one over the left hand fence." "I can't eat only one cookie."
By this time the activity engaged my curiosity, so I decided to check with the teacher to see what was going on. As I approached her, I noticed that she too was busy writing. I felt it best not to interrupt. "I can't get John's mother to come for a teacher conference." "I can't get my daughter to put gas in the car." "I can't get Alan to use words instead of fists."
Thwarted in my efforts to determine why students and teacher were dwelling on the negative instead of writing the more positive "I Can" statements, I returned to my seat and continued my observations. Students wrote for another ten minutes. Most filled their page. Some started another. "Finish the one you're on and don't start a new one," were the instructions Donna used to signal the end of the activity. Students were then instructed to fold the papers in half and bring them to the front. When the students reached their teacher's desk, they placed their "I Can't" statements into an empty shoe box.
When all of the students papers were collected, Donna added hers. She put the lid on the box, tucked it under her arm and headed out the door and down the hall. Students followed the teacher. I followed the students. Halfway down the hallway the procession stopped. Donna entered the custodian's room rummaged around and came out with a shovel. Shovel in one hand, shoe box in the other, Donna marched the students out to the school to the farthest corner of the playground. There they began to dig.
They were going to bury their "I Can'ts"! The digging took over ten minutes because most of the fourth graders wanted a turn. When the hole approached three fee deep, the digging ended. The box of "I Can'ts" was placed in a position at the bottom of the hole and then quickly covered with dirt. Thirty one 10 and 11-year-olds stood around the freshly dug rave site. Each had at least one page full of "I Can'ts" in the shoe box, four feet under. So did their teacher.
At this point Donna announced, "Boys and girls, please join hands and bow your heads." The students complied. They quickly formed a circle around the grave, creating a bond with their hands. They lowered their heads and waited. Donna delivered the eulogy. "Friends, we gather here today to honor the memory of 'I Can't.' While he was with us here on earth, he touched, the lives or everyone, some more than others. His name unfortunately, has been spoken in every public building- school, city halls, state capitols, and yes, even The White House.
"We have provided 'I Can't' with a final resting place and a headstone that contained his epitaph. His is survived by his brothers and sisters, 'I Can,' 'I Will' and 'I'm Going to Right Away.' They are not as well known as their famous relative and are certainly not as strong and powerful yet. Perhaps some day, with your help, they will make an even bigger mark on the world. "May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up their lives and move forward in his absence. Amen."
As I listened to the eulogy I realized that these students would never forget this day. The activity was symbolic, a metaphor for life. It was a right brain experience that would stick in the unconscious and conscious mind forever. Writing "I Can'ts", burying them and hearing the eulogy showed a major educational effort on this part of the teacher. And she wasn't done yet. At the conclusion of the eulogy she turned the students around, marched them back into the classroom and held a wake.
They celebrated the passing of "I Can't" with cookies, popcorn and fruit juices. As part of the celebration, Donna cut a large tombstone from butcher paper. She wrote the words "I Can't" at the top and put RIP in the middle. The date was added at the bottom. The paper tombstone hung in Donna's classroom for the remainder of the year. On those rare occasions when a student forgot and said, "I Can't", Donna simply pointed to the RIP sign. The student then remembered that "I Can't" was dead and chose to rephrase the statement.
I wasn't one of Donna's students. She was one of mine. Yet that day I learned an enduring lesson from her. Now, years later, whenever I hear the phrase, "I Can't," I see images of that fourth grade funeral. Like the students, I remember that "I Can't" is dead.
~ Phillip B. Childs, A Course in Miracles Online

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SHIROIHANA 11/10/2012 6:14AM

    I did this when I was a kid, but rather than burying I wrote my can't do's on a balloon and let it flow away. I wish I kept the list because I would've liked to have seen it years later.

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WIO_ALISA 11/4/2012 6:22PM

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GOSPELCLOWN 10/25/2012 4:14PM

    Great story to share!

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MELTEAGUE 10/24/2012 9:41PM

    Thanks so much for sharing!

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LORRAINE10141 10/22/2012 3:08PM

    Well done. :)

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3G1RLS4ME 10/22/2012 2:29PM

    Wow what powerful sentiment :)

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HOPESINGH 10/21/2012 1:24PM

    That's probably one of the best blog posts I've ever read. emoticon

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KELPIE57 10/21/2012 11:52AM

    And if people insist on using, I can't, then just adding the word, yet, opens, instead of closes the path.

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AHOLLAND0108 10/21/2012 10:08AM

    Thanks Lita. I always tell people that says I can't that they are not willing to try. Even as I write this, there are a few things that I thought of that I say that I can't. I can't run, I can't do that because of my weight and so on and so on. I will bury I can't and really move to I will try.

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HEALTHYNEWPAIGE 10/20/2012 11:41PM

    emoticon emoticon A timeless lesson for all of us! Thanks for sharing!

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BLUESKY104 10/20/2012 11:29PM

    emoticon thanks for sharing this emoticon

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LIVINHEALTHY9 10/20/2012 8:57PM

    What a great blog.

Thanks, Lita

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BUG6364 10/20/2012 8:33PM

    I tell my first graders that I kicked "I can't" out of my classroom a long time ago and he is not allowed in my room. I tell them that "I'll try" is always welcome! : ) I really like this version but it might be easier with the older students.
Thanks for sharing!
Christine

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AQUAGIRL08 10/20/2012 6:41PM

    As a retired educator, this blog touched me in ways you'll never imagine. I love the idea of getting rid of I can't and replacing it with I will. I will not forget this one. Thank you for sharing it with us Lita. It is very relevant to all of us as we pursue our journeys to health.

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SEAWILLOW 10/20/2012 6:09PM

    Great! I will bury the I can'ts too!

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NIGHTSKYSTAR 10/20/2012 5:37PM

    Excellent blog!!!e

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MILADY_LCF 10/20/2012 4:50PM

    Oh that was fabulous!

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CHUBRUB3 10/20/2012 4:39PM

    Oh I love this!!!
Thanks so much Lita!
Hugs,
Angela

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CORKYTHEMOM1 10/20/2012 12:16PM

    Lita, emoticon Blog!! emoticon

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WILLOW49 10/20/2012 11:19AM

    I love it! GREAT!
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1CRAZYDOG 10/20/2012 11:07AM

    AWESOME!

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JUSFOLK 10/20/2012 11:06AM

    This is so great, and such a good idea to implant these thoughts in tender young minds, hoping they'll carry this lesson into their adult lives!

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HARTINGL52 10/20/2012 10:57AM

    I am an educator and I just liked this so much. I like the idea "I can't" and just bury it away. This is an awesome blog and I will not forget it. Thanks so much for sharing this. I have learned so much today reading this that I will not forget. emoticon emoticon

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