The Hip School – a poem by Ernie McCray

by on September 9, 2010 · 7 comments

in Culture, Education, From the Soul

Hip SchoolAt the hip school
they aren’t aware
and they don’t even care
about what their
test scores might be
because they’re much too busy
rolling up their sleeves
trying to keep up with the boys and girls
with their stash of electronic accessories,
their iPhones and iPods and iPads
and a host of other iThis and iThat doodads
and TVs and PCs and CDs and DVDs and MP3s
so they can help them
make sense of the sights and sounds
that make their
world go around –
all the mysteries
in their realities.

At the hip school
they’re up to their knees
in facilitating opportunities
for their mentees
to sketch and draw what they see
and feel inside,
to paint with the colors
that stem from where
their imaginations reside,
to sculpt shapes and write
prose and poetry
and plays that rise
out of the drama in their lives.

And they let reading
and writing
and arithmetic
and the sciences, et al,
find their way in the midst of the excitement of it all
into the artistic minds
they’ve primed
to be open to exploration
of all kinds.

And to anyone who
harbors in his or her mind
the query:

What happens to the child
who has deficiencies
as it pertains
to the aforementioned accessories,
the iPhones and iPods and iPads
and a host of other iThis and iThat doodads
and TVs and PCs and CDs and DVDs and MP3s,
well, they go straight to forming
the child’s artistic capabilities,
no matter what the degree,
you see –
knowing it’s
creative activities
that enable one to better clarify
and discover the intricacies
within their budding ideas and
life philosophies.

At the hip school
it is understood that human beings
learn best
when they have a sense of self
so children, there,
ever so naturally,
over time,
rise and shine
and discover
and refine
who they are and what they have
to offer their community
and, in deed, all of humanity.

At the hip school
such is seen as fulfilling
one’s destiny.

Wouldn’t it be cool
and wouldn’t it be neat
If the hip school
is the one down the street?

{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

Peter Brown September 9, 2010 at 2:50 pm

lol…if one is starting anywhere in San Diego, ya gotta go way, way down lots of streets to get to such a school, I’m afraid.

There’s some of that sense with the Zapatista autonomous, Mayan schools in Chiapas, Mexico…come on down!


Debbie Sisco Rich September 9, 2010 at 9:14 pm

I believe we went to the hip school thanks to you.


Ernie McCray September 9, 2010 at 10:15 pm

Hey, it was hip, wasn’t it, some of the best fun I’ve ever had. And, learning, whoa – by the second. And you, mi amiga, played a big part in the environment we created there and I bask in how you’ve taken the Muir spirit to my hometown and given so much love and guidance to Tucson’s lucky girl scouts. If all schools had what we had what a world this would be but we’re still doing it, Debbie, and that, I think, is what a Hip School is all about; it gets you out there forever. And that’s a long time. Hey, keep the Old Pueblo in control until I get over there. Love ya.


Shirley Robinson Sprinkles September 10, 2010 at 6:32 am

Ah-h-h! A breath of fresh air! I’m leaving out the door right now in search of a “Hip School”. When I find one, I’ll let you know.


Marilyn September 10, 2010 at 7:29 am

Good morning Ernie, from the mom of a couple of Muir grads (a year or two ago?) and sis of a staff member. Keep up the good work of keeping us thinking. It’s all good and it all helps.


Lauren September 10, 2010 at 9:28 am

Wow, wouldn’t it!

What a cool poem. It’s great to know there are people such as yourself who “get it” and honor children in such a hip way!

BTW, I love the compassion sticker on homelessness.

You’re great!


OB Joe September 13, 2010 at 9:44 am

Ernie, great. Very insightful – you obviously have a wealth of experience to draw from. Somebody should do a poem about you!


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