I’ve devoted this blog so far to the policy issues that confront the Quincy School Committee. This post is a bit of a departure. To help you get to know me, I thought I’d share three of my personal experiences in education.
Elementary
I wasn’t much of a student in elementary school. My favorite thing about school was recess followed closely by lunch. Sometimes, I pretended to be sick so I could stay home and play with Legos. As for grades, I earned mostly Bs, a few As, and the occasional C.
Mr. Scholer was my 6th grade teacher and he changed my attitude toward school. In September, Mr. Scholer wrote our names in rows on the blackboard and began to award points for good work (turning in homework, asking good questions, getting the right answer). After a few weeks, I was surprised to find myself fifth or sixth on the list. I thought, “Maybe I can do well in school, maybe that’s what I’m about.” I became devoted to school work. It was part of how I defined myself.
From that point forward, I worked hard and got good grades but I still wasn’t very organized. In fact, I fell so far behind in social studies in 8th grade that I pulled my first all-nighter to complete five current event reports.
High school
I continued that way into high school where I encountered a history teacher named Mr. Heller. Mr. Heller had a splendid collection of suits; one for every day of the month. He called us “Mr.” and “Ms.” and in every way set a professional tone in the classroom.
I often turned in homework late. One time, after I mumbled “sorry” while others handed in their work, he said to me: “Mr. Mullaney, don’t be sorry. Be different.” Those words, from him, marked the end of my desire to make excuses.
I’m still ready to say “I’m sorry” when I need to, but I don’t regard that as sufficient by itself. I try to be different (better).
College
One last experience and lesson, in this case, learned on my own. I was accepted to Harvard with a scholarship and came to Cambridge expecting to fit right in. I’d been to Europe, my mom listened to classical music, I spoke moderately fluent Spanish, so I thought I was pretty sophisticated.
Of course, I mis-understood the situation completely. Among my freshman roommates was Bob Hope’s grandson and the daughters of U.S. Senator Tim Wirth and the owner and editor of The New Republic. The most important difference between us, however, was that they knew what they wanted out of school, or appeared to, and I certainly did not.
I ended up taking a year off from college so I could return with more focus and independence and take better advantage of what Harvard had to offer. I graduated with a degree in History and Literature in 1992. While I’ve continued to explore different interests since 1992, and have had ups and downs like everyone, I’ve never felt I lost my footing: my sense of who I am and my values.
Since we’re a big city, and I haven’t had a chance to meet everyone yet, I thought this background would help you get to know me.