The story...
It felt good to receive good grades in elementary school. It was easy to remember the assignment and recite it back to the teacher. John, Jill and I had the best memories in the class. I could look at the letter grade on my paper and quickly compare it with those around me - I was better. This changed in middle school - learning required more practice and there were more people.
My seventh grade math class was situated in a trailer outside the school and the curriculum allowed kids to learn at their own pace. When I got too far ahead, my teacher asked me to help those who were struggling. I tried to help one particular guy, he seemed to resent my efforts and stole my set of colored pencils. He and I were very different and naturally gravitated to different groups of 7th or 8th graders. I sought respect within my academics and he from being like the cool "tough" kids.
I don't remember studying at home - I must've yet I don't remember it. In high school, I took a strange sort of pride from never taking text books home - the academic role didn't seem to fit me anymore. I made few attempts to please my teachers. It was almost as though I rejected my teacher's authority before they rejected and "graded" me. College was a similar experience yet most of the students in the engineering curriculum were naturally intelligent and motivated to learn.
It seems that we all desired approval yet I tended to reject the evaluators before they rejected me. Yes, it seems I feared rejection and built a sort of protective shield. I felt group acceptance by being the story-telling guy rather than working out and living out the more real and natural me.
The only church in town would offer the grace necessary for loving people as they are. People will feel more safe and loved when they take their masks off and find people who they can related to and grow with. Might accepted and loved people more freely receive the love of God and His workings through other people? Yes they can!
Just for today...
"Why did I continue to deny my own feelings to gain someone's approval? . . . Was I able to face the real me behind the people-pleasing image? Do I say what I mean and mean what I say?" Courage to Change (p. 207)
"As we abandon the role of accuser, judge and manager, the home climate shows marked improvement. A pleasant, cheerful environment..." One Day at a Time (p. 207)