Stephen Sidney Gilchrist
I'm 46 this month (October 9th, 1998). I was born in Saskatchewan
and grew up in Ontario and in Zambia, which was still Northern
Rhodesia when I first arrived there at the age of nine. I've
worked at many jobs: I've been a radio operator in the regular Canadian
Armed Forces, worked oil well and water well rigs, hotels (as an
auditor) and restaurants, many different types of factories, a slaughter-house,
an insurance company (as "executive trainee"), a vineyard, a dynamite
truck, a computer logging truck in the oilfield, a hazardous chemical
recycling plant, delivery trucks in downtown Toronto; drove
tours on the Athabasca Glacier on the Columbia Icefield in an 8-seater
Bombardier half-track, sold everything from vacuum cleaners to pianos
and organs (earned a CCM Coaster bicycle selling Toronto Star subscriptions
when I was fifteen and took the bike to Zambia, the only rear-wheel drum
brake system anyone had ever seen there), helped to build houses
and industrial buildings, travel trailers and kitchen cabinet installations,
was a gas jockey and then service writer for a Ford dealership, and done
many other jobs, often several at once...but I had a lot of stamina and
energy in those days! I had no interest in a career as such - I believed
all along that one day I'd be a novelist. It never happened.
In between jobs, I travelled extensively from childhood to my mid-thirties
and visited about 35 countries, including one complete round-the-world
trip which lasted two years, before settling down here in Ontario 13 years
ago. I
taught ESL in Austria and Japan, and spent three years being a travelling
musician plus two more as a music teacher in my own private studio.
I graduated cum distinctione from the University of Alberta in English
and Drama (Playwriting), and also completed a full year toward my Master
of Fine Arts degree in playwriting, which I've never put to any good use
yet.
Slowly I began to realize that the jobs I'd enjoyed the most were teaching
ESL to adults and music to kids, and I made the fateful decision to apply
to the University of Toronto Faculty of Education (upon the suggestion
and encouragement of a friend, Gary Pennington, who was a vice-principal
at Maplewood school at the time. Gary is currently co-principal of
an International School in
Bangalore, India, along with his wife Sherrill, who used to head the
Family Studies department at Pearson Collegiate.)
I was accepted into the program, and earned my B. Ed.: I made Michael
Fullan's Dean's Honour List, specializing in Junior/Intermediate
English, plus Instrumental Music plus Senior Basic Industrial Arts.
So I got into public school teaching in my mid-thirties. Since then
I've been a music specialist for a whole school, a grade three teacher
for four years, a grade five teacher, and a grade seven/eight math and
science teacher, and a grade seven "shop" teacher for three years.
This year, my eleventh year in the public school system, I'm teaching "shop"
again, to 450 grade 7/8 students from Birchcliff, Cliffside and Samuel
Hearne Sr. P. S. in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada.
I love my job, because I am doing something that I really believe in:
Experiential Learning. We learn to measure by measuring, to design
by seeing the physical results of our success or mistakes, to develop the
kinesthetic experience of moving and working with forethought on our feet,
using our hands and our whole bodies as well as our minds; to use language
sparingly, chiefly to co-operate effectively with co-workers, not for incessant
"socialization"; to think spatially in images which connect and sequence
in our minds without the need for the veil of language, either spoken or
silently concocted. We re-learn to dwell in a state of mind where
conclusions are immediate and visceral, a state that is closer to feeling
than to debate, and where culmination of a project brings pure, unmistakable
joy, a great grinning pleasure devoid of ambivalence and qualification,
even as we evaluate our product and begin to plan our next bigger, better
goal. It is the state of mind that every child brings to his and
her first day of school, which the education system proceeds to try and
excise from him or her through many years of linear, language-based abstract
instruction. No wonder every twelve year old loves "shop"...it is
such an oasis! "Shop" is where we actually do stuff.
Steve G>)