I have a very poor memory, especially of my childhood and
teen years. These gaps concern my parents but I have come to accept the huge
holes in my memory. This is why, when I remember something, it is pretty
significant and surprising.
In June, as I was co-teaching a media literacy lesson in the
computer lab to some intermediate division students, I quoted my Grade 12
English teacher. It turns out that it’s a small world, because the Grade 7-8
teacher with me that day recognized the name of my former teacher and my school
– he even claims that he remembers being in my class back in high school. (I
searched my yearbook for proof but couldn’t find my colleague’s picture.) He
had very vivid recollections of this particular teacher and, to my surprise,
despite my faulty memory, so did I. What I cannot recall is whether or not I
actually told him what an impact he made. Heck, I just quoted him last week in
this very blog! I’ve hunted him down, found a contact email, and I hope he
takes the opportunity to read this open letter.
BPCI Writers' Club: Winnie, Sean, Brian, Mike, Mr. Sturm, ZsaZsa, Kiran, Gita, Diana |
Dear Mr. Joel Sturm,
My name is Diana Maliszewski (nee Diana DeFreitas) and from
1985-1990, I attended Birchmount Park Collegiate Institute in Scarborough. You
were my Grade 12 and OAC English teacher. I just wanted to take this opportunity
to thank you for teaching me and to tell you that I remember.
I remember the inventive strategies and methods you
used to motivate and instruct the class. I probably still have a “Sturm Buck”
somewhere around, with your daughter’s photo on it instead of Queen Elizabeth,
which we were able to earn if we participated in class. We used to have to
compile portfolios, which might be commonplace nowadays but was quite
avant-garde in the 1980s. I worked really hard to develop items for that
portfolio and reflect on what they signified. I can still recite part of the
best poem I ever wrote (for your class), a response to Andrew Marvell’s poem
“To His Coy Mistress”. Mine went like this …
Have we but world enough and time
Each man would give a dame this line …
[I forget the next few lines but it ends like this]
Words are wind, though you protest
Your vow can’t be put to the test
So woo away, I’ll stay as chaste
And worms can have what you would waste
I remember the little nuggets of wisdom about life
and literature that you’d impart.
- Having a humorous scene in the middle of a tragedy is like eating lemon and chocolate ice cream together. The chocolate makes the lemon so much more tart; the lemon makes the chocolate sweeter.
- The sounds words make and the feeling they invoke when you say them are significant. That’s why you named your daughter Jessica Sturm – Ursula Sturm would be too heavy on the tongue and in the mouth.
- Writers must personalize large-scale tragedies. Saying six million people died during the Holocaust shows it is a horrible thing, but hearing about one family’s horrific treatment gives those hollow numbers more of an impact (and you’d tell the story of a pregnant woman bound and thrown into a cold puddle, going into labor and dying as the baby ripped her apart from the inside as her family watched helplessly and the guards at the concentration camp laughed).
I remember
that you were a witty speaker and had a way of lifting one eyebrow. I practiced
until I, too, was able to raise a solitary eyebrow on command. You didn’t
suffer fools lightly and had high standards and expectations. During our
conference on my English Independent Study Project, you remarked, “Guilt,
Jansenism and Fifth Business – what an appropriate topic for a good
Catholic girl to study”.
I remember that you ran a Writers’ Club, which we
called the Quisquiliae Society – quisquiliae being a Latin term that meant
garbage. You encouraged us to carry a notebook around to write down ideas as
they came to us. You even popped by the yearbook office when we held a surprise
birthday party for the assistant editor, Kiran.
I remember what you wrote in my yearbook when I
graduated – not the usual platitudes, but this: “Isn’t it wonderful to be
unique – to be gifted with ability, compassion, wit, good humor and selfless
generosity. It’s a gift and a burden. Be careful. People will be jealous of you
and will come gunning for you just because that’s what they’re good at. Use
every defensive tactic you ever learned in Phys Ed and use your blessings.
You’ll have lots.”
Don’t tell the others, but you were my favourite high school
teacher. I’m a teacher myself now. I’ll be entering my sixteenth year in the
profession and I’m amused to see how much of an influence you’ve had on me. One
of my favourite lessons uses currency with a teacher’s face on it for students
to earn (not for participation in this case, but for collaboration while
researching) – reminiscent of your Sturmies from long ago. My students tell me
that I’m pretty funny and I still use that eyebrow lift to express surprise or
disbelief. I run clubs too, and let my students take the lead, like you did
long ago with the Writers’ Club. I believe in letting people know when they’ve
done something wonderful and sir, when you taught me, you made magic. I
appreciated it all and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Sincerely,
Diana Maliszewski
I love this! He was my favorite teacher too. Such a tough nut yet so wonderful and encouraging. I really respected him and think of him often.
ReplyDeleteYou made my day! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI have never been as positively affected by blog as by yours. I retired quite a few years ago, and have only positive memories of my Birchmount students. Oh, and my daughter is a teacher. My wife was a teacher, also retired. Keep in touch
ReplyDeleteHi. This isn't anonymous. It's Joel Sturm. My wife and I are so emotionally touched by your comments, Diana. I have many happy memories my BPCI students. It was an honour--a blessing--a gift--to work there. Another joy in my life is to see how my former BPCI students "are doing". Please keep in touch. One of my favourite things is to get a post from a former "Sturmite". Thank you.
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