Last week was a rough one. Yes, there was the promise of a long weekend looming and Canada Reads was on, a passionate, intelligent and wonderful debate about books, but there was also Brussels and the outcome of the Jian Ghomeshi trial and the mourning of a public figure who by all accounts was not actually a decent man but in death he was anointed a man of the people.
I hope you will forgive then, my state of mind climbing on the bus after a busy day at work and seeing a group of young people and rolling my eyes at them. There were three of them, siblings clearly, the youngest no more than 11, the eldest probably 14. Two sisters and a brother in the middle, the younger two still in the throes of orthodontic work, the eldest had green streaks in her hair. They got onto the bus with me and I shuddered a little when I realized how close we’d be sitting. I hoped that their ride would be a short one (I ride the line end to end).
They settled in and I assumed they’d either spend the ride harassing each other, not caring about their decibel levels, or heads down on their phones. Obviously the phones would be the preference here, as much as I was ready to lament the state of youth that can’t see past their phones.
When did I become such a jaded a-hole adult?
These kids rode the bus home the whole way with me. And they managed to shrug off my nasty mood and make me smile.
These three kids spend the entire bus ride, an hour, passionately discussing, debating and questioning Harry Potter. It was amazing. They were so smart, had such thoughtful questions, and debated with each other respectfully, listening before responding. They were so good, I wanted to join them.
They mostly spent their time discussing the various houses and what it meant to be sorted into them. Things really took off when one of them said that if you were sent to Slytherin, it meant you were going to be bad. The eldest took exception to this (obviously considers herself a Slytherin), saying that it didn’t mean that you were evil, it meant that you were ambitious which isn’t a bad thing. It’s what you do with that. That everyone has choices and you can choose to be good just as you can choose to be bad.
They were talking about Harry Potter but they made me hopeful about the world again. It can’t all be bad, despite what’s on the news. And even if we’ve totally made a mess of things, at least there are people like these kids coming up who should obviously already be in charge.
So if you are feeling like I was, like the world is a garbage hole and we’re all screwed, don’t despair. There’s hope and Harry Potter and the good will always win.
And to those kids, thanks. I needed that. I hope you guys get to go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter soon.
13 thoughts on “That Time Three Kids Totally Schooled Me”
What a wonderful story!!! Thank you for sharing this, I listen to the CBC way too much now, and the world is seeming more and more depressing by the day…
Some days it’s really hard to see past all the terrible things happening. Thought others could use the reminder that there’s still good in the world. Maybe we just need to look harder?
I love this. The next generation gives me a lot of hope too.
Those kids sound like they could have been mine. Except it they were mine, they probably wouldn’t have been on the bus by themselves (obviously, I’m from a place without buses).
What a great story! It’s hard to believe that there was ever a world without Harry Potter – what we do without him?.
I don’t think I want to live in that world. No Harry Potter? No Luna, Weasleys or Dumblesore? No thanks.
Love this post 🙂 I find it harder and harder to keep the “most teens are amazing” glow about me as I’ve moved away from teaching them, but it really is true. So often they can be frustrating and annoying (and so rarely do they show the great sides you got to see), but they really are total gems underneath.
I can see how that would be tough. I’m not sure when I stopped being able to see that about teens. I maybe need to take a harder look at that and find out how to fix it.
That’s a conversation I would have loved to listen to, and participate in, too. I love Harry Potter, and how Rowling’s books seem to unite people from every generation. Great post!
It was really hard not to jump in!
I LOVE THIS! I just got to work and read this while munching on breakfast. When I was making my english muffin, my coworker and I were discussing Harry Potter in the kitchen, so I immediately went to her desk and told her this story. She actually almost had tears in her eyes. I love that Harry Potter brings magic to the everyday … every day. And I totally am with you on being an a-hole adult.. a lot of the time. Public transportation seems to bring it out in me and I know I’m not the only one. This made my morning :).
I’m glad you both enjoyed the story. Seems like there’s so much negativity around that the good things are worth sharing.
Thank God for Harry Potter.
What a great experience. Thanks for sharing it.
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