“Jane, will you please step out into the hall way with me?” asks Mrs. Sanriaa.
Jane was always getting in trouble for her ability to share with other students. That is, she would get in trouble for giving her toys to other students, without asking for anything in return. Mrs. Sanriaa was her 1st grade school teacher, and was determined to remove this communist/socialist behavior that was not natural.
As they walk into the hallway Mrs. Sanriaa asks her, “Jane, why dose Trevor have the ball you were playing with?”
“Because he asked for it Mrs. Sanriaa.” Even though Jane has been told this was wrong, she always seemed to do it anyway.
“So what did he give you in return?” Asked Mrs. Sanriaa who seemed to be towering over Jane.
Jane never understood what was wrong with sharing, “There were other toys, I just got another one.”
“So you think that your time is worth nothing? You had to pull out the ball, Jane. You were playing with it and having fun, and Trevor didn’t do anything to help you. Don’t you understand that in society its important to exchange your time and effort, for something of value to you?” Mrs. Sanriaa has tried to explain this to Jane over and over again in the past, “If you start giving your time away now, then others will think its okay to give away their time to help others too, and if we do that, do you know what will happen, Jane?”
“Everyone will be happier?” Jane answered honestly, with the first response that came to mind.
“Don’t back talk young lady, you are going to stay in the hall and think about your answer.” With that, Mrs. Sanriaa walked back into her classroom to watch the students as they worked.
As Jane stood in the hallway she thought about it, truthfully and honestly thought about it. The idea that sharing her ball with Trevor could make people go homeless (as she has been told before), made her sad. It didn’t make sense though, ‘how does sharing something make someone lose their house?’ Jane wondered.
It felt like hours, though it had only been 5 minutes, when Mrs. Sanriaa had come back into the hallway, “So what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I am sorry, Mrs. Sanriaa.” Jane didn’t understand the point of an apology yet, but understood that when you said you were sorry, after doing something wrong, it usually made the teacher less mad.
“What are you sorry for, Jane?” Mrs. Sanriaa looked over her glasses as she gave Jane a look that could scare anything with a pulse.
“I…I don’t know, Mrs. Sanriaa.” Jane started to feel the tears well up in her eyes, she didn’t know why she was being yelled at, she didn’t understand. She felt bad for making people lose their jobs, but didn’t understand how making people happy, can cause people to lose their jobs. None of it made sense to her. Maybe it was because she was only 6, that she just couldn’t understand it. Sharing her toys, makes people around her happy. She had already got the ball, so she didn’t see the need for her friend to get another ball, just to play around with it for a couple minutes. Sharing just made sense to her. She knew, somewhere inside her that what she was doing was right, even as a first grader she knew that by sharing her toys with others, they would share with her, that everyone had more fun, with less hassles.
Mrs. Sanriaa took away Janes recess, and she couldn’t play with toys for the next week. When she was able to play, she shared them again.