And Gladly Teach
By Brian Libby
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Prep schools are quite misunderstood by the general public, which usually sees these private boarding schools for the college-bound as musty bastions of wealth and privilege secure behind vast bank accounts and supportive alumni. They are tranquil islands of scholarly calm amidst the turbulence of the public schools.
Well, it aint necessarily so.
St. Lawrence Academy, an Episcopal boarding school somewhere in the Midwest, has a few problems. The Headmaster is a dyslexic incompetent, the athletic program is afflicted with megalomania, the endowment is emaciated, the chaplain is a black magician, the consultants planning the schools future are insane . . . and the food is really bad, too.
And Gladly Teach is funny, sarcastic, poignant, outrageous, light-hearted, serious, and more realistic than you would wish to believe. It is also short and has a happy ending. It is highly recommended for reading on long plane rides, at the beach, and at dull faculty meetings (as long as you sit way in back so the Headmaster cant see you.) The author, a veteran (and completely burned-out) history teacher, hopes the book sells so well that he can retire early.
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Brian Libby
I'm a retired history teacher living in Minnesota. I was born in Maine in 1949, studied at Johns Hopkins and Purdue (Ph.D. 1977; my fields are military history, European diplomatic history, and modern Germany), and taught at a prep school in Minnesota (Shattuck-St. Mary's) from 1978 to 2016. I began writing the "Mercenaries" books in 2001. I got a fine agent for "Storm Approaching," but even fine agents do not always sell books, so, after a long wait on one major publisher--the first reader approved it, the second did not--I decided to publish the book myself. There are three more volumes in the series--Gold and Glory, Resolution, and The Free Lands. I have also published And Gladly Teach, a satirical novel about a boarding school, and Hodgepodge, a small book of humorous essays on many topics. Why do I write? I could quote J.R.R. Tolkien ("... the desire to try his hand at a really long story that would hold the attention of his readers, amuse them, delight them, and at times maybe excite or deeply move them") or I could quote Samuel Johnson ("No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money"). I agree with both these masters.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book is extremely funny and I had fun reading it. There were times, however, when at the doctor's waiting room or at the laundrymat, I burst out laughing uncontrolably, prompting the startled people to ask what I am reading that is so funny, I showed them this book, and they either jotted down the title and author, or they asked me if they can read it after I'm done because they need a good laugh.I highly recommend this book to whomever needs a good laugh.
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And Gladly Teach - Brian Libby
© 2001 by Brian A. Libby. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.
ISBN: 978-0-7596-5404-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-0-7596-5403-7 (e)
1stBooks - rev. 6/22/12
Contents
1. A LITTLE HISTORY
2. ADMISSIONS
3. PUCK IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD
4. ENCOURAGING WORDS
5. THE MAGI
6. AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM
7. DEVELOPMENT
8. OPENING WEEK
9. IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THANK A TEACHER
10. OPENING CHAPEL
11. CLASS
12. PARENTS
13. DE GUSTIBUS / DISGUSTIBUS
14. DEVELOPMENTS IN DEVELOPMENT
15. MENS INSANA IN CORPORE SANO
16. THANK GOD I HAVE DONE MY DUTY
(LORD NELSON)
17. THEOLOGY
18. METROPOLIS
19. L’ÉTAT, C’EST LUI?
20. THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC
21. THE UNEXAMINED LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING
22. FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS
23. NEW TERM, OLD HABITS
24. ONWARD AND DOWNWARD
25. ROD THE GOD
26. NOEL, NOEL, LET’S EAT IN HELL
27. THE SWORD OF JUSTICE
28. A LITTLE PROBLEM
29. IN CASE OF AN ACCIDENT, PLEASE CALL A PRIEST
30. BACK IN THE TRENCHES
31. JUST DESSERTS
32. THE QUALITY OF MERCY IS NOT FRIED
33. IDOL CURIOSITY
34. THE REFORMATION
35. DREADFUL OMENS
36. BRAVE NEW WORLD
37. ENTENTE CORDIALE
38. THE CURE IS NOT WORSE THAN THE DISEASE
39. GAUDEAMUS IGITUR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION DEPARTMENT
1. A LITTLE HISTORY
St. Lawrence Academy was founded in the mid-nineteenth century by a clergyman, Otis Cranborne, who, arriving in the Midwest when it was still quite wild, envisioned an educational Mecca rising amidst the pine barrens of his frontier parish. The Rev. Mr. Cranborne dreamed of an elementary school, a high school, a college, and a theological seminary on the bluff overlooking the Vermillion River, not far from the cathedral already under construction in the town of Vacheville, founded some years before by a coureur de bois who was completely lost, now home to some five hundred hearty souls. Many thought it would become the capital when the territory achieved statehood.
Unfortunately Vacheville did not become the state capital, due to the eventual discovery of a somewhat larger, more navigable river than the Vermillion—the Mississippi—seventy-five miles away, while Mr. Cranborne’s pedagogical megalomania was rudely cut short when he went north to convert a very stubborn Indian tribe. He was never seen again. He left behind a one-room schoolhouse run by his widow.
It was the territory’s first bishop, John Crozier, who saved the little school from oblivion. Seeking some way to assuage the Vachevillians (who were quite grumpy when the capital city went elsewhere and they were left with a bishopless cathedral), Bishop Crozier convinced several East Coast acquaintances to put up the cash for a boarding school whose purpose would be to civilize and Christianize the savages.
This money was used to build a stone building (Laud Hall) and a lovely chapel. Mrs. Cranborne’s nine students became the first matriculants and St. Lawrence Academy (SLA) was born. (The school never actually enrolled any Indians. The chapel had been unknowingly built on a sacred burial ground; no Indian would enter it, for fear of ghosts.) The chapel burned down some years later, but the bishop, one of whose ecclesiastical specialties was cozening old women, persuaded a wealthy matron in Chicago to pledge the money to rebuild it. Shortly after she made this pledge, the lady lost her money when Chicago itself burned down; but the pious dame, faithful to her word, sent her entire insurance payment to Bishop Crozier. He took it readily and rebuilt the chapel, the cornerstone of which bore the quotation, For they all have put in out of their abundance; but she out of her want has put in all that she had. (Mark 12:44),
an eternal tribute to the faith of Mrs. Flavia Pearsall.
The school was originally for boys, but in the 1960s, when enrollment began to shrink, it combined with a nearby girls’ establishment, Miss Pettipaw’s Lyceum. Buildings continued to rise; SLA’s 230-acre campus eventually boasted two large dormitories, a greatly-expanded Laud Hall, the chapel, many faculty homes, assorted garages and sheds, an all-weather track, tennis courts, a golf course, and a splendid hockey arena. The 250 students in grades nine through twelve came from thirty-seven states and nine foreign countries. The faculty came from all over. The Headmaster came from the Episcopal Church.
2. ADMISSIONS
Tuition at SLA was $32,000 per year for boarders, $18,000 for day students. The school was tuition-driven,
(i.e. its endowment wasn’t big enough) so it was essential to admit to capacity. Unfortunately, although SLA was old, it was not in a part of the country with a boarding school tradition,
that is to say families in the Midwest did not readily accept the idea of paying more than what some colleges charge to send their children to a high school when they could send them to a public high school for nothing.
Mr. Leo Carter, the 33-year-old Director of Admissions, an alumnus of SLA, was the fourth man to fill his post in seven years. (Headmasters have little patience with people who cannot not find enough students.) Mr. Carter loved SLA. He also loved getting a paycheck, and he had a wife and young son. School was opening in a week; he was sixteen short of the enrollment target. Mr. Carter sat with his two assistants, Linda Vail and George Potter, both twenty-two, bright and eager to do well in their first real jobs, hired fresh out of college to do useful work like conducting interviews and giving tours. Just now they were reviewing application folders.
How about this one?
asked George. Morton Steinkopf. Colorado. New sophomore. Likes to ski.
Is he bringing a mountain with him?
asked Leo. Or doesn’t he know we’re in the Great Plains?
Is he the one who went berserk at lunch and tried to strangle another student?
asked Linda.
No, that was Martin Kreeger,
replied George. We’ve already admitted him. Morton is the one who needs two doses of Ritalin a day to keep him from running amok.
There was a pause. Finally Mr. Carter asked, What is the Steinkopfs’ bottom line?
George glanced at the last page of the folder. Full pay,
he said.
Admit,
said Leo. Who’s next?
Abigail Pettigill. Pasadena. New junior,
said George, taking up another folder. Very good grades.
Leo looked at the transcript. Grades in what?
he snorted. The columns indicating the courses that Miss Pettigill had taken in the ninth and tenth grades were a jumble of incomprehensible abbreviations and acronyms.
What is LanAr?
asked Leo.
I think it means Language Arts,
said Linda.
Is that the same as English?
I think so.
What is ‘Comp Comp’?
Computer Competency.
And ‘Ma Con’?
There was silence. No one knew. They did know about public schools, though. It could be something. It could be nothing. It could be anything. Another pause.
Well, whatever it is, she got an A in it,
George said hopefully.
And a full pay,
added Linda.
Admit,
said Leo. Who’s next?
Just then there was a noise in the outer office, the door swung open all the way, and in came a man, a big man, six foot three, 220 muscular pounds, with a wild mane of dark hair, a Herculean chest, and a jaw that Mussolini would have envied: a man of tremendous power and virility, imposing, even intimidating.
Hello, Lance,
said Leo. How’s the hockey team coming along?
3. PUCK IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD
SLA’s athletic program had suffered serious setbacks in recent years. The drop in enrollment, the departure of two good coaches, and the (brief) tenure of an eccentric Headmaster who had been more interested in academics than in sports: disasters all. Football, once very strong, collapsed. (St. Lawrence roasted on gridiron,
read one newspaper report.) Track, baseball, basketball languished. The magnificent new hockey arena, gift of hundreds of alumni, housed a weak and losing team. The honor boards outside the gym, blazoned with the deathless names of the school’s most illustrious athletes, had no entries less than a decade old.
The Board of Trustees decided that this could not go on. The Board took it for granted that athletic prowess went hand-in-hand with success in other areas and made the decision to gain dominance in at least one sport. Since the school had a new ice arena, they chose hockey.
They hired a coach—the first time anyone had ever been hired solely as a coach.
Lance Vance, 41, had played professional hockey. He was dynamic, magnetic, forceful. He was handsome, charismatic, industrious. His playing days over, he now reveled in grandiose dreams of a hockey empire: not just one team but half a dozen; a huge summer program; an Olympic connection. Offered a three-year contract (at a salary thrice what any teacher was earning) he leapt at the chance. His family comfortably ensconced in off-campus housing paid for by the school, Lance rolled up his sleeves and went to work.
His first task (after hiring two cronies as assistant coaches, of course) was to get a team. To facilitate this he was made an admissions officer. He admitted only hockey players. The call went out: if you can play hockey, SLA is the place for you. With demonic energy (and an unlimited travel budget) Lance Vance flew to the East Coast, to the West Coast, to Toronto, to Winnipeg, to Santa Fe. Santa Fe? Indeed yes. Even in the burning sands of America’s deserts, even amidst the sagebrush and cacti of the arid Southwest, even there can hockey take root, even there can little boys be taught to skate and to shoot the puck and to hit each other with sticks. Even in Reno and Salt Lake City can hand-and-eye coordination be developed at the expense of the rest of the brain. But to continue their training, children of the desert need a year-round facility in some snowy, more hockey-friendly clime, like Vacheville.
And so they came, a migration of Vandals and Visigoths: a subsidized migration, for they were all given financial aid, tons of it: a team recruited, bought, and paid for by Lance Vance to make SLA the premier high school hockey program in the country.
There were problems, especially in the first year. The regulations of the State High School League (SHSL), designed by and for public schools, contained all sorts of regulations about recruiting
and eligibility.
These regulations were not easy to understand. Nothing that the SHSL did was easy to understand. This entity consisted of representatives from all the schools in the state, organized in a complicated hierarchy of districts, regions, and provinces, meeting regularly throughout the year. It considered every aspect of every sport and produced piles, heaps, Himalayas of edicts, of such turgid complexity that a team of corporate lawyers would have had trouble interpreting them. Nothing was too small or too trivial to merit the attention of the League. The weight of a basketball, the length of a baseball bat, the exact date when a football player could start practice, the yards of rubber in a golf ball: with such crucial items in the education of the young did the collective wisdom of these jock-strap Solons concern itself. But no topic received more attention than eligibility.
Could a student transferring from one school to another and put back a year still play? For how long? How about an out-of-state student? What constituted recruiting?
Well, if Aristotle would have had difficulty in deciphering the rulings of this athletic Areopagus, what of Lance Vance, who could barely read and write? The first year of the revivified hockey program was beset with endless difficulties, interminable arguments and conflicts, with the SHSL. The fact was, that however recruiting
was defined, SLA was certainly doing it. But Lance Vance solved the problem. As Alexander the Great had overcome the Gordian Knot by a stroke of his sword, so Lance Vance eliminated the interference of the SHSL by removing SLA Hockey from the League. By such boldness are great men known. In exchange for a few trifling annoyances, such as ineligibility to play in any state tournaments, SLA’s stickmen were free to recruit like mad and play all the games they wanted, all over the country, even with Junior League and college freshmen teams. Lance planned one hell of a season: fifty, sixty, maybe seventy games, travel almost every weekend, play until the end of March. The prospects were Elysian: fame, national recognition, more recruits for the summer camp. Whee!
The first season was a great success. Lance Vance’s tough little mercenaries went through the opposition like the Wehrmacht had gone through Poland. The coming years would be even greater. Hockey über alles!
But Lance Vance’s appearance in the admissions office occasioned no euphoria among the three people already there. They knew what was coming.
Got three new players, I mean students,
boomed Lance. Best goalie in Arizona, a great center from Ottawa, and wait’ll you see this guy from Anchorage. Would you believe a ninth-grader six feet one and 210 pounds?
How many years has he been in the ninth grade?
asked George, who liked Lance even less than did most people.
Just one,
replied Lance, handing him a folder from his expensive attaché case. I think he’ll be coming in on the ‘Lawrence Plan,’ though.
So he’ll repeat the ninth grade here,
muttered Leo, glancing at the transcript. Which makes sense, seeing that he flunked everything in Alaska.
Not math,
said Lance. He got a C in that.
The teacher must have been easy to cheat off of,
whispered George to Linda.
Well, just stopped in to give you guys the good news,
said Lance. I’m off to Las Vegas this afternoon.
He left.
Leo, Linda, and George looked at each other silently. Almost all the people Lance admitted were induced to come to SLA through financial aid. It was necessary to admit more full-pays to compensate for hockey players, who paid an average of just half tuition.
Linda picked up another folder. Holly Zeigler. Incoming sophomore. Low test scores. D+ average. Dressed like a hooker when she came for her interview. Parents going through a divorce and can’t handle her at home.
Full pay?
Yes.
Admit.
4. ENCOURAGING WORDS
The school year always began with a series of faculty meetings, at the first of which the Headmaster delivered a speech to set the tone for the year ahead and to apprise his subordinates of what