The Main Event


It’s 3 in the morning.  

I’ve made every effort to go to sleep.  

But, I can’t.  


Once again, 

I toss and turn, 

unable to shut down my brain.  


Because I am scared for my students.  

Really scared.  


This is what every student needs to know:



you need to know that I care about you. 

In fact, I care about you more than you may care about yourself.  

And I don’t care just about your grades or your test scores, 

but I care about you as a person. 

And, because I care, 

I need to be honest with you. 


Here’s the thing: 

I lose sleep because of you.  

Every week.

You should understand the truth about school. 

You see, the main event of school is not academic learning. 

It never has been. 

It never will be. 


Yes, Math, Writing, Spanish, and Chemistry 

all are important and worth knowing. 

But they are not the MAIN event.


The main event is learning how to deal with the harshness of life when it gets difficult 

how to overcome problems 

as simple as a forgotten locker combination, 

annoying peers, 


people doubting you,

an ex-boy or girlfriend, 

or pushing yourself to concentrate when other thoughts are flying around your brain.


It is your drive in conquering the main event  

that truly prepares you for life after school. 


mark my words, 

school is not the most challenging time you will have in life. 

You will face far greater challenges than these. 


Sure, you will have times more amazing than you can imagine, 

but you will also confront incomparable tragedy, 



and maybe even death.


But, you shouldn’t worry about the great adversities. 

You should be worried because you’re setting yourself up to fail at overcoming them. 


Here’s the real reason I lose hours of sleep worrying about you: 

You are failing the main event of school. 

You are quitting.  

You may not think you are quitting, 

but you are because quitting wears many masks.


For some, you quit by throwing the day away and not even trying to write a sentence or a fraction because you think it doesn’t matter or you can’t or there’s no point. 


But it does. 


What you write is not the main event. 

The fact that you do take charge of our own fear and doubt in order to write when you are challenged 


THAT is the main event.


Some of you quit by skipping class on your free education. 

Being punctual to fit the mold of the classroom is not the main event of showing up. 


The main event is delaying your temptation and investing in your own intelligence 

understanding that sometimes short-term pain creates long-term gain and that great people make sacrifices for a greater good.


For others, you quit by being rude and disrespectful to adults in the hallway who ask you to come to class. 

Bowing to authority is not the main event. 


The main event is learning how to problem solve maturely, not letting your judgement be tainted by the stains of emotion.


I see some of you quit by choosing not to take opportunities to work harder and pass a class, no matter how far down you are. The main event is not getting a number to tell you you are worthy. 


The main event is pulling your life together and making hard choices and sacrifices when things seem impossible.  It is finding hope in the hopeless, courage in the chasm, guts in the grave.


What you need to see is that every time you take the easy way out, 

you are building a habit of quitting. 

And it will destroy your future and it will annihilate your happiness if you let it.  


Our society cares nothing for quitters.  


Life will let you die alone, 


and poor if you can’t man or woman up enough to deal with hardship.  


You are either the muscle or the dirt.  

You either take resistance and grow stronger or blow in the wind and erode.


As long as you are in my life, I am not going to let quitting be easy for you.  

I am going to challenge you, 

confront you, 

push you, 

and coach you.  


You can whine.  

You can throw a tantrum.  

You can shout and swear and stomp and cry.  


And the next day, guess what?  

I will be here waiting 

smiling and patient 

to give you a fresh start.  

Because you are worth it.


So, do yourself a favor: 

Man up. 

Woman up.  

No more excuses.  

No more justifications.  

No blaming.  

No quitting.  

Just pick your head up.  

Get the wax out of your ears.  

Grab the frickin’ pencil 

let’s do this.


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