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2006-2007 Fall/Winter Directions - Friends' Central School

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FEATURES – ALUMNI/AE<br />

by Matthew Baird ’80<br />

became interested in teaching<br />

when I decided to switch careers.<br />

After graduating from Haverford College, I<br />

went to Penn for a degree in Government<br />

Administration. For about four years after<br />

earning my Masters degree, I worked as a<br />

management consultant for a couple of firms<br />

who specialized in public transportation.<br />

Then one day, in the middle of a typically<br />

grey Philadelphia March, I took an afternoon<br />

off from work and had a transformative<br />

experience.<br />

For some reason I decided to go to Friends’ <strong>Central</strong> that<br />

afternoon, even though I had not visited the <strong>School</strong> in some<br />

time. It was just after dismissal, and I saw kids playing outside<br />

in the oval waiting to be picked up by their parents. At first, I<br />

chuckled at the contrast—the kids were happy to be outside<br />

running around in the chilly weather, while my co-workers,<br />

stuffed into their cubicles in an office park, most likely were<br />

grumbling about the awful day. But then I stopped smiling<br />

because I realized that the students, at least at this school, were<br />

participating in a life that was much saner than the one I was<br />

living. It struck me next that such exuberance might not be typical<br />

of students at all schools. So I thought some more, this time<br />

about all of the students who don’t have access to a school like<br />

FCS or Haverford College and who don’t get to work with the<br />

types of teachers and mentors that had influenced my life. In<br />

that moment I decided to become a teacher.<br />

My first step was to go back to Penn and enroll in the<br />

Graduate <strong>School</strong> of Education. While in graduate school, I<br />

served as a student teacher at Overbrook High <strong>School</strong> where I<br />

was exposed to a mirror image of the privileged education that<br />

was occurring less than a mile away at FCS. In one sense, the<br />

process of schooling at Overbrook worked. Classes met, teachers<br />

taught, and students learned. Apart from the classrooms of a few<br />

teachers, however, most of what happened there paled in com-<br />

40 DIRECTIONS <strong>Fall</strong> <strong>2006</strong> / <strong>Winter</strong> <strong>2007</strong><br />

parison to the instruction in good independent schools. I<br />

wasn’t used to this mechanical way of educating, and during<br />

my free periods, instead of hiding out in the teachers’ lounge,<br />

I gravitated to the few rooms where there was actually something<br />

happening.<br />

One of the things I learned by working at Overbrook<br />

High <strong>School</strong> was that a key component of my education can<br />

only be described as soulfulness. At Friends’ <strong>Central</strong>, it was<br />

accepted that academic learning was only one component in<br />

an individual’s journey, and that there was much more to<br />

learning beyond the accumulation of facts or a portfolio of<br />

skills. Ideally academic learning was tempered by wisdom and<br />

human kindness. This balance was not taught at FCS in a<br />

course called “Values”; it was simply exhibited by teachers<br />

who cared deeply about the core principles of fairness and<br />

tolerance. Without being conscious of it, my studies in virtue<br />

(as the Greeks might call it) began as a four year old with<br />

Charlotte Haskell and extended over the next fourteen years<br />

with teachers who are too numerous to list.<br />

There are three educators at Friends’ <strong>Central</strong> who were<br />

critical to my later career as a teacher: Bettina Moore, Frank<br />

Groff, and Clayton Farraday. My teacher in Pre-First, Mrs.<br />

Moore, was a gifted educator who was especially kind and<br />

accepting. I cannot recall very much of the year I spent with<br />

her, but I know now, deep in my bones, that my life as a<br />

Quaker teacher is partially a reflection of Mrs. Moore’s influence<br />

on me.<br />

Mr. Groff was my PE teacher for several years. I adored<br />

him, because he taught us that athletic accomplishment must<br />

take a back seat to a rigorous code of sportsmanship and<br />

principled behavior. Trying your best was much more important<br />

than winning, and an acceptance of everyone’s participation,<br />

no matter what their ability, came before everything<br />

else. We could sure use a few more Frank Groffs in the world<br />

today.

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