Sometimes a friendly dinner yields information that changes the way you view the world. And by you I mean me but I also mean you too. That is the wonder of exchanging ideas. We slip inside each other’s brain for a while.
This
happens to me all the time as I meet with people from all over the world on a daily
basis. I have said to many that my coffees and lunches with parents of students,
and the students themselves have educated me in ways no class or book ever
could.
Over
drinks (I mean coffee or water, I don’t drink alcohol), outside of a sterile office,
people relax. We chat. Now this might sound like a waste of time (and money,
every coffee shop in town knows what I drink before I get to the counter), but
let me tell you a little secret. Coffee is the key to everything I have ever
done. In a relaxed setting people open up. In a formal interview, or a
situation in which I sit behind a desk as an authority figure, we won’t treat
each other as equals. In such a situation people are prone to call me Mister. Over
coffee, I am always Parke. And small things like this make a difference.
Here
are few of the things I have learned the last few days. In China and Singapore
it is prestigious to be a teacher. A student who graduated from a great university
was in investment banking in New York and wanted to go back to teach in China
where she is from. She had lots of experience and was brilliant but she was not
qualified to teach. I asked my friends who are themselves investment folks in
New York, the next time you are in a bar, one of you say when you meet someone
new, “I am a teacher in New York” and see what happens. The biggest guys in the
room will avert their eyes and move away as quickly as possible. Our culture
does not value teaching nearly as much as we should. Until that happens the
folks over there will crush the US when it comes to testing and academic preparation. They are doing that right now.
I
talked with a student who had been to high school in China (the most amazing campus
I have ever seen, she will do a guest blog with pictures in the near future),
then switched to a school in Singapore that the Wall Street Journal has called
the best in the world—I have been there many times. The students are brilliant,
ironic and not at all what people think when they think about Singapore (if
they think about it at all). I have seen people start to speak slowly when they
find out a student is from Singapore,
not knowing the person they are talking to has a toll free SAT (800 800 800,) because
they are unaware English is the native language. Yes, this really happened).
And
then I had coffee with the parents of a student from Puerto Rico and we talked
about the high wall that exists between Latins who come directly from Latin
countries or cultures and those who are second generation immigrants. Most in
the US do not even know about this as they clump Latins with Latins.
And
today I had lunch with a wonderful and brilliant recent graduate who will be
writing about the direction she has taken in life compared to her sister.
Although they are from the same family one has followed a typical path for a daughter
of Asian immigrants and the other has taken the opposite road. And we know from
Frost that that has made all the difference. You will have to wait a few days
to find out which one she is.
And
after that I had a great conversation about Pakistan with a student who attended
the most prestigious secondary school in that country. We talked about that and
he gave me insight into the elite culture there and we talked about the
wonderful novel Moth Smoke, which depicts accurately that culture and its
foibles and fate.
And
finally, this evening my daughter told me I am doing too much stuff on my Facebook page. She told me to slow down and she knows about all this far more
than I do. She is a pro. I am a minor leaguer called up late in the innings.



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