The Fletcher in Me
If you have watched Whiplash, for sure, you know who Fletcher in the movie is. Out of all the Oscar nominees for 2014, Whiplash is the first movie I had watched, followed by the Theory of Everything which I had to watch on installment.
Fletcher is a the last name of the antagonist in the movie Whiplash, he is the conductor/teacher for a jazz band, Shaffers and Shakers, in a certain university. He is not an ordinary teacher, he curses a lot, throws things, very strict and never ends the practice until the players get his tempo. Yet, he had gained enormous respect in the jazz music circle. He is well-renowned for his very high standards and very well-played pieces.
I had a couple of Fletchers in my life. There were really days that I would feel so down and hopeless yet this I-can-prove-you-wrong attitude in me lingers. Actually, it wasn’t. It was really the thought of as-soon-as-I-graduate-I-can-be-free idea that kept me going. They were the fletchers who would get my bag and stuff and put them all on the table, check my notebooks to see if I write on them. They were the Fletchers who would scold me at the breakfast table, eating and tears would just fall endlessly. One of them even told me, “Panget ka,” just because it came to their knowledge that I have a crush in school. They were the Fletchers who would speak so much words about my father being a failure.
They speak so much because they knew that I will never ever get discouraged, as if I had a choice. I probably had a choice back then but where would have that gotten me today? Their Fletcher attitude pushed me to go beyond my limits of being a teenager and a dreamer. For pushing me so hard, I never learned to hate them. I had always been grateful to them. They have my utmost respect. I am what I am today because of them.
There were also days that I am like Fletcher to my own kids in school. No more soft, endearing words. Tough, harsh words come out of my mouth. There were also days that I let notebooks fly, especially on the days that they aren’t on task. Judge me if you must, but if I don’t do that and don’t let the Fletcher in me out, I don’t know how to survive the classroom. Another thing is, I know they can handle it.
If I sound like Fletcher which can be so often if the situation calls for (which is very exhausting), it’s not that I don’t believe, it is with great belief that I say things or do things so you can prove me wrong because, the real achiever never gets discouraged.