Pride

The topic was pride, and following a short story and lesson on that subject, the third-graders yesterday at my school were asked to complete the following sentence: “I feel good about myself when…”

Here are some of the more colorful and unpredictable responses:

• “I see a rainbow and when I get or win something.”

• “I help my family and when I’m nise (sic) and kind.”

• “I have soup and eat soup.”

• “I am born and I win medals.”

• “I am riding my bike and my go-kart.”

• “I do something nice for my family and when I play with people that no one wants to play with.”

• “I eat smores and when I have pasta.”

Vocations

Last June, the regular schedule for the second grade called for a technology lesson in the library. But on the penultimate full day of classes, the school library was closed and the librarian otherwise engaged. Forced to improvise in the classroom for that time slot, I gave the children a writing assignment, asking them to describe what they considered (A) the most dangerous jobs and (B) the safest jobs, and what made each so. The results were typically, and wonderfully, unpredictable.

Most Dangerous Jobs

Caroline identified fishing, giving three reasons: “You could get lost at sea, the ship could sink, and you could get sick.”

“Building a skyscraper,” said Mazz, “because you could fall off it.”

Kenny agreed.  “A worker at the Empire State Building” was at the greatest risk “because if you fall, you die.” He added a footnote: “My grandpa worked at the tip of the Empire State Building.” Kenny then thought of another hazardous vocation: “Workers on the Grand Canyon.”

What kind of workers, I asked, and what made that work dangerous?

 “The people who make signs and build paths,” he explained. “It’s so far, you can’t even see a river.”

Andrew described the risks to hockey players: “A blade of the skate could hit the back of another player’s leg, where there’s no protection. And the puck could go through your helmet, and also you could get checked by other teams and you could also get in fights.”

Michael saw similar dangers in lacrosse because, he said, “The defense has a six-foot-long stick and your legs have no protection.” Furthermore, “Some helmet bars are very wide, so the ball goes through them.”

Ella saw risks in domestic chores: “A worker at a laundromat because if you fall in the washing machine, you go in circles and could drown.”

Ali identified a job I was unfamiliar with: “Being a gator boy.”

Huh?

“A gator boy—an alligator boy.” She explained: “You have to catch gators with your bare hands. Look, I made a picture of one,” she said, producing a somewhat fleshed-out stick figure who was holding two green-crayoned alligators, one in each hand.

“Catching sharks is dangerous,” wrote Erin. “You could get eaten.”

“No, I think the most dangerous job is being on [the TV show] Call of the Wild Man because you have to catch snapping turtles and poisonous snakes,” said Jade.

“Being in the army,” said Ryan. “You can get shot and bombed and killed and stabbed by a knife.”

Ben took a fatalistic view at odds with his age: “You could diye (sic) at any job.”

Safest Jobs

Andrew: “Workers at the Apple store. It has a lot of security cameras.”

Michael: “Being on Sesame Street because all the things you have to work with are kids and puppets.”

Kenny: “Working at a senior [citizen] center. All they do is sleep and, if you need to, you just call 911.”  Then he had another thought: “Being a worker at McDonald’s because all you have to do is make burgers.”

“And chicken!” said Jade.

Chris: “Making ice cream.”

Mazz: “Driving a boat because all you do is turn a wheel…”

“No!” cried Ryan. “A cruise ship could sink, like the Titanic.” As a safer alternative Ryan suggested being a baseball umpire. “All you do is call balls and strikes and outs and safes and give the catcher new baseballs.”

Ella: “Folding underwear.” This was popular with her classmates, every one of whom laughed and then repeated the word “underwear.”

Caroline said it all in one word: “Playing.”

Ben had the last say. “No job is safe,” he said, because you could get hurt in any of them.” 

For example? 

“A computer worker could get electrocuted and a chef could cut off a finger.” 

Summer Reading

Still searching for a good book to take to the beach, the country, or just a secluded corner? In a summer of the Olympic Games, tight baseball pennant races, and other high-profile sporting events, even the most dedicated athletes and executives find time in their busy schedules for some quiet reading. Here are books that several sports and business personalities have been reading, or plan to read, in their spare moments this summer.

Billy Beane

President & General Manager

Oakland A’s

I am reading the George Martin series of books that the HBO show “Game of Thrones” is based on. They are not brief, so I’m sure they will fill the summer months.

Natalie Coughlin

11-time Olympic medal winner for USA Swimming 

“Drop Dead Healthy,” by A.J. Jacobs

I love reading about food, cooking, and nutrition. This book looks at all sorts of diets, workout regimens, and health ideologies in an interesting, light-hearted way.

Sunil Gulati

President

U.S. Soccer Federation

“Thinking, Fast and Slow,” by Daniel Kahneman

“Behind the Beautiful Forevers,” by Katherine Boo
“The End of Illness,” by David Agnus
“The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks,” by Rebecca Skloot

Armen Keteyian

Chief Investigative Correspondent 

CBS News

“The Passage of Power,” by Robert Caro. Lessons in how to really report, by the master of the sentence.

“Creole Belle,” the latest from the incomparable James Lee Burke.

“The Inquisitor,” by Mark Allen Smith. Unique character meets spellbinding story.

Anything and everything by recent discovery Thomas Perry, including all of the celebrated Jane Whitefield series.

“Faithful Place,” by Tana French, a recommendation from good buddy Harlan Coben.

Phil Knight

Co-Founder & Chairman

Nike

“The Orphan Master’s Son,” by Adam Johnson

Christopher Ramsey

CEO

USA Water Polo

“Unbroken,” by Laura Hillenbrand.

“The New Cathedrals: Politics and Media in the History of Stadium Construction,” by Robert Trumpbour.

“How Will You Measure Your Life?” by Clayton Christensen, James Allworth, and Karen Dillon.

“Migration: New and Selected Poems,” by W.S. Merwin.

Harvey Schiller

Chairman of the Board & CEO

Global Options Group

“It Worked For Me,” by Colin Powell

“A Universe From Nothing,” by Lawrence Krauss

“The Candy Bombers,” by Andrei Cherny

“The Passage of Power,” by Robert Caro

Still trying to finish “Steve Jobs,” by Walter Issacson.

Mary Wittenberg

President & CEO

New York Road Runners

“Gone Girl,” by Gillian Flynn.  A New York Times review landed this thriller on my list.

“Steve Jobs,” by Walter Isaacson. I know, I am behind in getting to this one, but it’s a must read I have been saving for the summer.

“Thinking, Fast and Slow,” by Daniel Kahneman. My management-type book for the summer.

The Rewards of Teaching Children

Ever since I started a second rewarding career as a substitute teacher, I have often been asked if I prefer one age group (elementary school, middle school, or high school) over another. It’s an easy question for me. I enjoy working with the younger children. It’s simple: They try. That cannot be said of every middle- or high-school student, some of whom are maddeningly indifferent to learning, including a few who benightedly wear their ignorance as some kind of badge of honor.

I love second-graders best. Already in their third year in the school, they are fairly comfortable in their environment and routine and, up to a point, understand and try to fulfill what is expected of them. Not mature by any measure, at the same time they have passed beyond babyishness while retaining the best qualities of childhood--curiosity, overexuberance, innocence, honesty, and happiness.  

And, so, I was never disappointed to get the call to sub for one of the district’s excellent second-grade teachers. I began this day as I always did by greeting the children: “Good morning, boy and girls.”

“Good morning, Mr. K!”

What a glorious way to start any day, facing so many open and smiling faces.

“How is everyone today?”

“Good.” A universal response every single time I ask that question.

“Before we begin, I have to take attendance,” I told them. “If you’re not here, please raise your hand.”

Thankfully, a few students caught the joke immediately. Their hands shot up.  A few other hands were raised tentatively, those children unsure that they had heard the question correctly.

Without fail, someone could be counted on to say, “I’m not here, Mr. K.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” I said.

Thank You Notes

With apologies to Jimmy Fallon, here are a few things I am grateful for:

Thank you, sports beat reporters, for shamelessly sucking up to postgame interview subjects by providing both the question and answer (“You have to be pleased with today’s win”) for them.

Thank you, network programming executives, for those excerpts you choose to promote as the highlight of your sit-coms and allowing us to recognize in advance just how witless those shows are.

Thank you, convenience store cashier, for petulantly asking if I want a bag for my groceries and grudgingly depleting your bag inventory.

Thank you, Republicans, for cutting spending on education and social welfare so that billionaires can revel in luxury and stylish charm.

Thank you, pitch-by-pitch replays, for slowing down the pace of baseball more than anyone could have thought possible and proving that watching paint dry is infinitely more fascinating.

Thank you, push buttons on traffic lights, for giving unimaginative pedestrians the illusion of power.

Thank you, Fox Sports TV directors, for occasionally diverting your cameras from the crowd and dugout to the field and reminding us that there is a game being played during your broadcast.

Thank you, professional writers, for misusing the words “disinterested,” “fortuitous,” and “presently” and proving that your editors are as benighted as you are.

Thank you, distracted SUV-driving mom on cell phone with toddler in child seat and stick figures of family on back window, for ignoring that stop sign and allowing a jogger to perform his deer-in-the-headlights imitation.

Thank you, baseball players who point to heaven, for having the hubris to think that God took the time to notice you jog into second base.

Thank you, bottled water, for underestimating P.T. Barnum and proving that there are now thousands of suckers born every minute.

Thank you, people who use apostrophes in simple plural words. The education of your children is in your hand’s.

Thank you, officious church ushers, for forcing tiny devout widows to squeeze ever deeper into the pew to accommodate late-arriving sweaty fat men in shorts.

Thank you, mute button, for the opportunity to silence instantly the E-trade talking baby, Geico gecko, Bud Light actors, and humming Honda passengers.

Thank you, drivers who use the breakdown lane to zoom past the waiting cars and cut in at the exit ramp for reminding me that Dante did not designate your own personal circle of hell.

Thank you, fat baseball trainers, for being role models for poorly conditioned players.

Thank you, print ad sales reps, for being eager to sell out any or all parts of editorial for your miserable commission.

Thank you, funeral-mass cards, for the fill-in-the-blank line that allows me to determine just how many years of prayers I want for the deceased.

Thank you, lawn-service workers, for Saturday morning’s three uninterrupted hours of leaf-blowing my neighbors’ blades of grass down the length of the street.

Thank you, NBA athlete, for pounding your own chest to show us you have heart while your counterpart just blew past you to put his team ahead.

Thank you, MLB relievers, for throwing 11 pitches every other day and redefining the word “courageous.” 

Thank you, sabermetricians, for dramatizing just how little you value free time via your arcane formulas that prove what is obvious to fans who merely watch the games.