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  • The Void

    Posted by MATTHEW PECIC on 4/6/2020

    I want to keep this first post short; yet there is so much I want to say.
    I usually have no problem expressing my thoughts, feelings, and opinions; yet, now I struggle to explain The Void.

    The Void is that gaping hole that was my CB South World . . .

    Marbear, Mrs. Santangelo, and the regular morning crowd
    Madelyn, Jill, Bates, and all the other seniors I’d talk to about college, money, and life
    Dr. Lash’s, Mr. Melvin’s, Ms. Reisinger’s and all of the other classes I’d meet with for book talks and book clubs
    All of those self-proclaimed non-readers who would come back for seconds after finishing Living Dead Girl, The Poet X, or How to Win Friends and Influence People
    Steve, Sean, Ben and all the CB South alumni that would come back to say hello and share their stories
    Anisha, Emma, and the other book lovers
    Mr. Tracy's MWH classes letting me talk research, dudes named Maximillian, and ISBN insanity
    Claire and Jules the TikTok’ers, Christian the Bee Master, Blaine the Master Gamer, and all of my Titan Forum
    Tyler, Jimmy, Isaac and all of the Brew Crew
    The 200 or so A, B, C, and D lunchers who made sure I was never lonely during Block 3
    Bhargav and his manga recommendations 
    Jon and Junior check-ins . . .  all cool here dudes
    The Titans Connect crowd and our events in the library
    Miranda on the same computer every day after school . . . and her grateful “Thank You” and “Have a good day” on her way out

    And you. 
    You, the student I'd see every day.
    You, the student I'd sit with at lunch.
    You, the student I'd randomly pass in the hall, fist pump, and say, "What's up brother?"
    I miss you.
    I miss you all.

    This Void has messed with my world.
    I am confused, concerned, and cautious.
    And for the first time in a long time, a really long time, I lack confidence.

    I am cautious about saying too much, thinking too deep, and being judged on the use of a misplaced, comma!
    I am concerned about being irrelevant and unnecessary.
    I am confused . . .

    These waters are uncharted for us all. The water looks cold, deep, and scary.
    And what is that in the distance? Something is moving out there. And it's getting closer. 
    I hesitate. I look behind me. Should I turn and run?
    Then I hear something. Voices? Many of them. They are far off. Yet, familiar.

    At first, they are indistinct. Then, they become clearer. Closer.
    "Yo, Mr. P."
    "Mr. Pecic, what's up?"
    "Mr. Pecic, how you doin'?"

    I hear you. I see you. I need you.
    We are in these uncharted waters together. The water is uncomfortable. The water is unknown.
    But we are in it together. We are in it as a community, as a team, as Titans.

    Whatever you are feeling. Whatever you are thinking. Whatever you are doing.
    It is alright. It is allowed. And in my best Northeast Philly, Mr. Pecic voice: IT IS COOL.

    I want to do something.
    I want to help.
    I want to be me.

    Help me.
    Help me fill The Void . . .
    Help me stay connected . . .
    Remember, we are in this together. 

    So, call out. Send an SOS. Shoot off a flare gun.
    Or just send me an email.
    I am here.

    I’d love to know what you miss about your CB South World . . .

    Please leave a comment.

    Keep safe. Keep connected. Keep learning.
    Miss you,
    Mr. Pecic
    mpecic@cbsd.org
    On Twitter: @mattpecic
    My website: www.TeacherMoneyMentors.com
    Soon to be on: Instagram, TikTok, FaceBook, Snapchat, and the Finsta World (whatever that is?!?!)

     

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