I am a student. Not just the “Do exercises four through seven” or “Essay due by next Wednesday” type of student. I’m also the kind that watches how the busy mother late for work in front of me interacts with a cashier. Or how the coffee-deprived father talks with the waitress in the morning. I’m the kind of student who learns how to grow and act independently from watching the people around me. As you probably are, or your son or daughter, grandchild, niece, nephew. So while we may be proud of Wilton’s academics, we do have a top ranking school, some don’t consider that, from grade school to high school and beyond, we are students. And students learn both inside and outside the classroom.
These past few months, I’ve learned quite a few new things outside of class. I know how divisive opposition can be and what some people will do when they don’t succeed. This knowledge came from a debate over whether or not to draw pickleball lines on the new tennis courts. One would assume that a small issue like that wouldn’t cause a ripple; evidently there was a tsunami. As a tennis player, I must admit my bias against the lines. But the lessons I learned did not come from who got whose way. The lessons came from how people responded.