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consider: teenagers arenāt apathetic about everything theyāre just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about
Teen: *gets a job*
āI GOT THE JOB!ā
Parents: Well, when I was your age, I already had 5 jobs and was supporting my family
Teen: *gets all Aās*
āI worked really hard!ā
Parents: Well, of course you did, this is the expectation, not a celebration.
probably why so many teens take to social media where they can enthusiastically share their interests and achievements and get positive feedback that their parents never gave
A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
This hit hard
I remember once, when I was in my early 20s, I was an afternoon supervisor at my job, and I worked with mostly teenagers, and the one day this one kid, who was like 15, was bored so I suggested he could clean out the fridge. He did and when he was done I said he did a good job.
After that, this kid was cleaning out the fridge at least once a week, and I was like, āwhy are you always cleaning the fridge?ā Like, I didnāt mind, but it seemed odd. And he said, āone time I cleaned the fridge and you said I did a good job. I wanted to make you proud of me again.ā
Literally, I changed the entire way I interacted with teenagers after that. I actually got a package of glitter stars and I would stick them on their nametags when they did a good job, and they loved it.
My manager had commented on how hard these kids work and I said, ātheyāre starved for positive feedback. They go to school all day then come to work all evening and no one appreciates it because itās expected of them, but theyāre still kids. They need positive feedback from adults in their lives.ā
Like, everyone likes feeling appreciated. Everyone likes being complimented and having their efforts be noticed. Another coworker (who was a mother of teenage children), hated that I did this, and said they were too old to be rewarded with stickers, but like⦠it wasnāt about the stickers. The stickers were just a symbol that their effort was noticed and appreciated. I was just lucky that I learned this at a time when I was still young enough to remember what it was like to be a teenager. I was only 2 years out of highschool at that point and highschool is fucking hard. People forget this as they get older, but ask anyone and almost no one would ever want to go back and do it again, but they expect kids to suck it up because theyāre young so they should be able to do school full time, plus homework, and work, and maintain a healthy social life, and sleep, and spend time with family, and do chores and help out at home, and worry about college and relationships and everything else, and then just get shit on all the time and treated like theyāre lazy and entitled. And then they wonder why teenagers are apathetic.
For a german exam I had to argue against an article that was essentially ākids these days, they donāt care about anything and are constantly on their phonesā and really it was the easiest essay Iāve ever written.
Teens donāt talk to adults bc adults only ask āso, howās schoolā to then interrupt them two sentences in. And because they canāt engage in a conversation about buying houses and working in a bank. I wouldāve loved to talk about philosophy and politics and history with family the way I did with friends and in class but because I was young no one took what I had to say seriously.
And no, teens arenāt always on their phone. Theyāre on their phone when theyāre bored. You think Iām on social media when Iām with my friends? When Iām talking about something Iām interested in?
Maybe the reason kids are so distant and always on their phone during family parties and the like is because youāre failing to engage and include them.
Whoop there it is
When you respect kids, they really respond and learn from you. But if you treat kids like ātheyre just a kid, what do they know??ā then youāll never find out.
As a Disneyland Cast Member, Iāll add my own experience onto this ā
Very frequently, when I first speak to a child while Iām at work, theyāll kind of withdraw and act uncomfortable and shy. Their parents will then rather frequently tell them to not be shy and try to coax them to talk to me ā whenever that happens, I always, without fail, politely dissuade the parents from pressuring them.
āIām a stranger,ā Iāll tell the kidās parents. āI donāt blame them for not talking to me ā if they were anywhere else, theyād have the right idea, to not immediately trust me.ā
I cannot tell you how many times Iāve seen that same kid ā simply after hearing their initial reaction being validated, instead of reproached ā immediately open up to me after that. I also cannot tell you how many times that child and I would go on to start a frigginā marathon conversation, and I got to hear all about how great their day was or what their favorite Disney movies were or what rides they liked and didnāt like or how much they like a certain Disney character or songā¦all from me validating that initial feeling and showing genuine interest in what they had to say.
This isnāt just young children, either. I will always remember being positioned outside the Animation Academy one day and starting up a conversation with a young lady, perhaps 12 or 13, who joined the line with her father a full 25 minutes before the class was supposed to start. Now keep in mind, we do a drawing class every 30 minutes: there was no one else in line at that point, and no one else joined the girl and her father in line for a full fifteen minutes. So I could tell pretty quickly that this girl was very emotionally invested in getting a good spot for the drawing class: a conclusion all the more bolstered by the fact that she had a notebook under her arm. I asked her if she was an artist ā she said yes, but seemed uncomfortable at the question, so I skipped even asking her if I could see her work, instead admitting that I myself wasnāt very good at art, but that Iām trying to get better and that I love the history of Disney animation. On the screens around us was video footage of different Disney concept art and animation reels, so I pointed one of them out (for Snow White) and asked if she knew the story behind the making of the movie. Upon confirming that she didnāt, I proceeded to get down on the floor so I could sit next to her and her father and dramatically tell the whole story of how āUncle Waltā created the first full-length animated motion picture, even though everyone and their mother thought he was an idiot for even trying, and how the film ended up becoming the first Hollywood blockbuster. After the story was over, the girlās father said that his daughter really wanted to be an animator when she grew up, and she finally felt comfortable enough to open her notebook and show me some of her artwork. It was wonderful! Every sketch had such character and you could tell how much work she put into it! And I could tell how much telling her that ā and sharing that moment with her, where we got to connect over something we both really enjoyed ā had meant. And after the class was over, she sought me out to show me what she and her father had drawn ā and sure enough, hers was great! (Her fatherās was too, really. XD)
People, kids and teens included, love sharing what they love and how they feel with others. You just have to give them the chance to show it.
A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!
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I feel like I am obliged to add one more thing: donāt ever think that the kids wonāt feel your unspoken judgements cause they do!
I felt always like a āproblemā in my family, until I was about sixteen, I got this teacher who was litterally the first to tell I was worthy. He changed my life up till this day.
Also how do grown ups imagine how āweā will ever learn to engage in conversations with adults properly if you donāt teach us?
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I told one of my new coworkers (who is 26) that he was doing really well and that I was proud of him and his progress. I thought he was going to start crying for how quietly he saidĀ āreally?ā.Ā
Positive feedback makes the biggest difference to everything.
I used to have a coworker who only spoke Burmese. She knew a few words in English, but literally it was like āhey Susu, can you clean the cooler for me?ā āYes yes, I clean, I clean.ā Sheād moved to the US in her late 30s and never really got the hang of English. (I donāt say this to make fun of her. She was a refugee fleeing a brutal and bloody war in Myanmar and her broken English was a sign of deep determination and tragedy. I say it because the language barrier, and the extent of it, is important to what happened next.)
She was shy, and kind of withdrawn, and extremely slowāit took this woman an hour to do a sink of dishes that took me 30 minutes and I was considered not particularly fastābut she was absolutely dogged. She would do her job and get it done.
So this one day I realized we had all kinds of āhey, great job!ā cards on our little recognition board thing for almost the whole crew, but none for Susu, because āshe wonāt understand anyway.ā So I threw a couple of simple sentences into a translation app and spent like half an hour very painstakingly drawing these sentences in Burmese characters (and drawing is really what it wasāI felt like I was four years old and holding a pencil for the first time again) and gave her the card. She kind of glanced and it and went āoh thank youā and then did this massive double-take and raised it in front of her face and read it, and read it again, and then just about hollered āOH THANK YOU THANK YOUā and I showed her where she could pin it on the recognition board if she wanted. She chose to take it home instead, which, totally fair.
All it said was āthank you for your hard work, youāre very reliable.ā
Everything changed after that. She started using her limited English more, picking up new words here and there (rather amusingly, ours was a multilingual kitchen but she didnāt know which words belonged to which language, and you really havenāt lived until youāve seen a tiny Burmese woman slap a fryer and say āOy vay this thing, yeah! Pendejo!ā I mean yes, completely valid emotion about that fucking fryer, but when this is how youāre discovering sheās picked up both Spanish and Yiddish and thinks both of them are English, lemme tell you, that sure is an Emotion), enthusiastically participating in things.
She was in her forties.
Nobody but her children had spoken a word to her in Burmese since she left home.
People just want to be known. Sometimes thatās all it takes.
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This is one of my favourite posts. I use these strategies a lot with my students, and by the second week, I can usually get half the class to engage in the discussion, even online.
The most important part is that just saying that you appreciate them Diane work for all kids and teenagers. Sometimes you have to be willing to actually show that.
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You know, there seems to be this accepted status quo that Shadow was just... abused aboard the ARK or in the research labs. That the scientists treated him as nothing but a tool to be used. That Maria and Gerald were the only ones that loved him, and that they were the only things he loved in return.
And yet I can't find any... evidence to support that, I suppose. So I raise you. The seemingly obvious, yet never brought up.
What if he was loved?
They're scientists and researchers at heart- biologists. People in those fields- especially experts- will name bacteria if they like it enough. To insinuate they never loved him... It doesn't sit right. What if they loved him? What if they didn't mind when Maria stole him away to play? What if, just what if, they took the name she gave him and addressed him with it, they taught him in the same classroom as the other kids, they treated him like a child when they could. Sure, the official records have him referenced without bias. They're reports. Of course they do, they're scientific papers, you have to do that. That says nothing about the love poured into him outside the margins of the paper. It says nothing about the countless people he must have met, must have seen smile, must have learnt from.
Think about it. The space colony Ark is massive, and the underground base from the movies likely wasn't much smaller. How many times did scientists sneak him snacks after experiments, give him his tests back with a smile, give him a hug and carry him back to bed after a long day? How many times did he witness them smile at him, smile at each other, smile to themselves? Those scientists were a tight-knit community. How many friendships and romances and rivalries did he get caught up in between, hear the gossip about during examinations?
What if, just maybe- the way Shadow is wasn't just because of Maria's death. Yes, it was the one he saw. Yes, it was what had the biggest impact. Yes, she was his big sister, and she was more to him than anyone else.
But what if it wasn't just that? What if the true reason for Shadow's descent into rage and near-madness was the guilt? The knowledge that Maria had died, Gerald had died, everyone else would have been arrested or killed or both?
What if they were his family, his life, his everything too?
What if the scientists loved him back?
oh gosh yesss like, whatever you think Gerald thought of Shadow after the ARK raid, it's pretty clear from Gerald's diary and his dialogue in Shadow Generations that before the tragedy, he truly cared for Shadow like he was family. I don't know about you, but I personally doubt that a man so vehemently against building weapons, who was so repulsed by the mere idea of creating artificial immortality, and who cherished his family so dearly, would have tolerated working with people who would treat life - especially life they created - so cruelly. especially when it would come to Shadow. because whatever happened to Shadow, would affect Maria as well. and Gerald would never have allowed that.
and I also agree with your point about the mentality of scientific experts. like, has anyone seen how quirky scientists who are the top in their field get? not even just biologists, other fields can get emotionally attached to their subjects as well even if it's not a living organism. engineers who build robots, computer scientists with their codes. it's a very ingrained facet of human nature to become attached and/or bond with things we have invested a lot of time/effort into. in regards to the scientific and research personnel who worked on Project Shadow? they likely spent ludicrous amounts of time and effort on the project. I'm sure that a number of them were affected by the failure and suffering of the Biolizard just as I am sure that Shadow's success and the hope it brought to that team led to them caring for him.
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