A walk down memory lane today, dear reader. But the message is much more important than a bit of self indulgence. In this age of disrespect for one's school and for schooling in general, I'll speak of the inspiration my elementary school, Signal Hill School, was and still is for me.
Signal Hill, a public school and the only one in the district, was built in 1909 for an expanding population of families wishing to live close to the bluffs formed by the Mississippi River, on the Illinois side, with Missouri on the other. The school, even in its earliest days, enjoyed a reputation of excellence.
My father attended Signal Hill, and both my parents wanted me to have the same experience he had there. And that's where my love affair with learning began in earnest.
That quest for learning is an intangible thing and, coupled with curiosity, is a life changer. How do we make the intangible, tangible? The teachers then, as today, were paramount. Almost to a person, and whether I liked them or not, they demanded respect, and their expectations for us were high. And most importantly, these expectations were consistent, never wavering and usually fair.
As I progressed through Signal Hill, I clearly remember that absolute quest for knowledge continued to grow, and it was always satisfied by being in the classroom, listening to the teachers, reading books that were assigned, joining in quality discussions and being in the moment of the experience at hand. For me, those moments grew exponentially into a love of learning that has taken me to this moment.
No apologies for high rhetoric here. Signal Hill gave me tools with which to live my life, both structurally and academically, as these two components work together. In conducting my professional life and raising my three sons far away from Signal Hill School, the spectre of those days returns again and again as a model for excellence. I try to reflect its standards in the fabric of my life.
I want to thank Signal Hill School for trying to do the best for each child, knowing there were, as with anything, some failures along the way. But there were many more successes, and for that I salute you.
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| Signal Hill School Photo from a painting by Marjorie Smith |
My father attended Signal Hill, and both my parents wanted me to have the same experience he had there. And that's where my love affair with learning began in earnest.
That quest for learning is an intangible thing and, coupled with curiosity, is a life changer. How do we make the intangible, tangible? The teachers then, as today, were paramount. Almost to a person, and whether I liked them or not, they demanded respect, and their expectations for us were high. And most importantly, these expectations were consistent, never wavering and usually fair.
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| Nancy at Age Nine (Newspaper Article Photo) |
No apologies for high rhetoric here. Signal Hill gave me tools with which to live my life, both structurally and academically, as these two components work together. In conducting my professional life and raising my three sons far away from Signal Hill School, the spectre of those days returns again and again as a model for excellence. I try to reflect its standards in the fabric of my life.
I want to thank Signal Hill School for trying to do the best for each child, knowing there were, as with anything, some failures along the way. But there were many more successes, and for that I salute you.
