My Story
I was the laughing stock of the class
WHEN I WAS in the fifth grade, you could have told me, “Colin, it’s not cool to wear the same pair of sweat pants every single day of school,” but I was comfortable.
And you could have told me, “Colin, it’s not cool to go to the school dance and do the Macarena for the entire duration of Guns N’ Roses’s ‘November Rain’.” I would not have stopped. You could have even told me, “Colin, it’s not cool to be an active member of your local church’s clown troupe.”
Then I went to sixth grade, primary school, and all of a sudden, it was clear there were only two options. I could somehow be cool, or I could somehow be invisible. And I have to say, I was doing pretty well at option two. Until the third lesson on the first day, when a teacher had us fill out a questionnaire with ‘get to know you’ questions.
I assumed that she would be reading them privately, so I felt safe to share from the perspective of the sweatpants-wearing, Macarena-dancing, Christianclowning little snowflake that I was.
The teacher collected the sheets, shuffled them and
redistributed them to the class. We went one by one. We read out the student’s name and then our three favourite answers. My sheet ended up in the hands of a kid who was one of the coolest and meanest.
His ‘favourite answers’ of mine were the three worst ones to be read out loud. The first question, “What’s your favourite movie?” The other kids wrote Scream and Universal Soldier. I remember thinking, We’re 11! How are you seeing R-rated movies?
He read my answer, Beauty and the Beast (which I maintain holds up better than the others, but I couldn’t make that argument effectively at the time). A laugh erupted in the room, and my cheeks burned because I knew we were just getting started.
The next question he read was “Where would you like to travel?” The others had said,
“Australia”, “Japan.” I wrote, “Wherever a good book takes me.”
The laughter this time had an explosive quality to it. The kids were highfiving.
The final question was “What do you like to do on weekends?” The other kids wrote, “Hang out with friends” and “Go to the mall.” I wrote, “Perform with Clown for Christ.”
Those who weren’t laughing at me were sort of staring at me in disgust. I felt about an inch tall. I remember fixating on my Trapper Keeper binder and trying to figure out if I could somehow disappear inside it.
But then, something amazing happened. A voice from the back of the room said, “Guys, cut it out.” And the room went silent. The voice belonged to Michelle Siever, and Michelle Siever was popular and cool. She had sway. The room went quiet.
But Michelle wasn’t done. She turned to the teacher and said, “Why are you letting this happen? What is the point if we’re gonna make fun of each other?”
I don’t remember the teacher or the kids’ names, but I remember Michelle Siever’s name. I remember how it felt when she spoke up for me because she showed me that day that we actually have options.
You can be cool, and you might be remembered for a little while. You can be invisible, and you won’t be remembered at all. But if you stand up for somebody when they need you most, then you will be remembered as their hero for the rest of their life.
I remember how it felt when she spoke up for me because she showed me that we actually have options