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Suzanne Rust (1:36)
I'm Suzanne Rust, and welcome to the Moth Podcast. On this episode, High Schools and Sibling Rivalries. First up is Suzanne Ketchum Adams, who told this story at a Boston Grand Slam where the theme was Never Again. Here's Suzanne, live with the Moth.
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It's October of 1973 and I'm a freshman in high school in a small town in Pennsylvania, and I'm sitting in my third required year of home economics class. I have just sewed two red patch pockets onto the front of a yellow dress, but they're upside down now. Before I can do anything to correct this, Ms. McSparrin, my teacher comes bustling over to inspect my work, and instead of making a joke about how this would make it hard to hold onto my lunch money, she starts to rip apart my work in front of the whole class, criticizing my seam allowance and my basting. And at this humiliation, I start to cry, to which she responds, I don't want your tears. I just want you to take some pride in your work. Well, I took pride in most of the work I did, but I didn't want to learn to sew. I didn't want to be in home EC class. And I'm still fuming about this later that morning in study hall, not just over the humiliation, but over the injustice of it. Because the boys in ninth grade did not have to take home economics. They didn't even have to take industrial arts anymore, as they had in seventh and eighth grade. They were all done with that. And I'm thinking about this as I pull out my civics homework. Now, that is a class that I love. I love the teacher, Mrs. Clouse, and I love what we're studying right now, which is the Constitution of the United States. And especially the First Amendment. And now when I look at the First Amendment, I notice something I hadn't seen before. Nestled in there, next to freedom of speech and freedom of religion, is this phrase about having the right to petition for the redress of grievances. And there has just been a grievance about my dress. So I start to scribble out a petition with my big ball point in my spiral notebook. And it goes like this. We, the girls of 9th grade, do hereby protest the requirement that we take yet another year of home economics, while the boys in our class are free to take electives. And furthermore, boys and girls should never have to have different course requirements in the first place. And I sign it. I sign it, and I start passing it around the study hall to my classmates. And almost all of them sign it right away. And as the day goes on, I hand it around all of my classes. And by the end of the day, I have this long list of signatures. And I think, okay, time for action. And I'm thinking, well, it must be, the principal should be able to do something about this, right? And so I go down to the principal's office, and I'm thinking, oh, he can get this abolished by next week, you know. And, well, the principal is busy, so I talk to the assistant principal, and he seems amused at first. But when I start to say, and it's really not fair because boys don't have to take it, he says, Ms. Adams, you are right about one thing. The boys don't have to take this class. But you do have to take it. Unless you don't want to be promoted to 10th grade. Well, that pretty much took the wind out of my sails, and I kind of backed out of the office. But I still had the same problem. How to get through this year with this awful teacher. Well, it turned out that it was less of a problem than I expected, because word got around about this petition. And I guess it got back to Ms. McSparrin. She suddenly seemed kind of afraid of me, and she backed off in her criticism and I kept my head low. And when I walked out of that classroom on the last day in June, I knew that I would never again have to take home ec. Well, the summer passed and September came again. And now I'm walking down the same hall as a sophomore when I see my teacher, Mrs. Clouse, the civics teacher from the previous year. And she motions for me to come over. And I think she's just going to ask about how my summer was. But instead she tells me that the homec requirement for the incoming class of 9th grade girls has been dropped. Now, she doesn't say anything about my petition, but really, as I'm starting to absorb this, my first thought is, well, that's not fair. We had to take that class. But then it starts to sink in. And the words I'd written in the petition, we the girls of ninth grade. Well, honestly, when I wrote them, I was just trying to get out of Home ec. And the last thing on my mind was this class of girls coming along the next year. But it turned out it wasn't all about me. Because these new ninth grade girls, well, they can still take home E.C. if they wanted to, but they didn't have to take it anymore. Thank you.
