Years ago when I was still a teacher early in the blissful years of my tenure at the BORO, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, having landed there after a difficult three years teaching elsewhere. I started as a long term substitute in a North Jersey high school, where I basically saved their rich asses from much parental outrage when an existing Spanish teacher left the district in a lurch with basically no notice. As such, and because the kids were used to not having a “real” teacher for so long, they really ruled the roost. I was cursed at, disrespected on a daily basis, had items thrown at me, and I had very little support. I knew that I was not meant to stay there because I felt that despite my lack of actual classroom teaching experience, I did my very best with what I was given. I then took a tenure track position closer to home, which I thought would be perfect for me. This new district referred to itself as a “suburban school with urban tendencies.” Translation: teaching in an inner city would have been a better idea. But I stuck it out for a second year because I thought it would make a difference having made a mark during my first year there. Yet even then, little discipline was handed out when students discussed my ass in front of me, or when they made me cover the auto shop where I heard things that no teacher should hear from the mouths of adolescents.
When I found my new home, word spread quickly, and the district retaliated against me because they heard that I was leaving. They were angry because I was heavily involved in advising extra and co-curricular activities, and all they could think about was filling my shoes. I was given a final evaluation that was disgusting and filled with lies, all without a single supervisor or administrator ever stepping foot inside my classroom. It hurt my ego even though I knew the truth but I took comfort in the fact that I would be moving on come the following September.
Then came the BORO, my beloved home away from home. I thought for sure I would end up teaching the rest of my career there, which I did, even if it was cut short due to MS. A few years after I started there, we were blessed with a new school psychologist, who in my mind had always been an under-used resource, because I never in my teaching years before that, had ever met a school psychologist that had such a similar philosophy on our students than Dr. Brett Holeman.
The best of the best right here. I challenge you to find a more dedicated, compassionate, student-focused school psychologist anywhere. Go ahead and try! You won’t find it. He is truly one of a kind.
From day one, we connected because of the many students that we worked with together. While I always had great relationships with my students (even the ones that everyone else hated), I knew I was not qualified to handle many of the issues that result from the difficult life circumstances that our most at-risk students dealt with on a daily basis. I leaned heavily on Dr. Holeman for advice on how to handle specific students and circumstances, because after all, he’s was the doctor. I was just a classroom teacher. And a damn good one, too.
Both Brett and I believed (and still do) in the wellness of each student, inside and out. Each student was (and is) a complete individual with human necessities that include feeling safe and secure, and having an outlet for talking about the things that are not measured on data-based or high-stakes testing. Each student represents more than the dollar amount spent on their education, but rather a human being needing certain affirmations in order to become functioning members of the society in which we live.
We were like-minded colleagues with an awesome working relationship, and a mutual respect for how we both viewed our population. We stayed late at school at times, always hoping to help our students with issues ranging from abusive relationships, homelessness, eating disorders, bullying, alcoholic or incarcerated parents, and the list goes on. Sometimes, I would simply join a student in his or her first session with the Doc, so that they would feel more comfortable until they could see how much help and peace Dr. Holeman could offer them. Beyond the walls of the school building, there was nothing, unless perhaps we had a brief exchange regarding one of our mutual students, or we ran into each other on a Friday night because we happen to reside in neighboring towns.
I trust and respect this guy so much, that I often referred colleagues to him when they had personal problems because he’s that good. One year around 2005 or 2006 (I can’t remember exactly, thanks to MS, but he probably knows), I went out on a medical leave due to an exacerbation of Multiple Sclerosis, and consequently missed the entire first half of the school year, from October until February. He checked on me frequently by email, and when I finally returned, he helped me work through my transition back to school. I can’t say that anyone else (except Bruce) was there for me during that difficult time, but Brett was.
We continued to work as a team in this manner until MS forced me out of work and I retired on disability in May of 2014. It was not how I expected my career would end, but sadly, MS is a progressive illness and I just was not able to perform my job the way it deserves to be done. No amount of compassion or love for my students could fix that for me.
One day in the Spring of 2016, one of our shared former students (approaching 30 years old), reached out to me. She was about to be homeless and was desperate for support. Dr. Holeman and I both share the philosophy that if a former student, regardless of age, needs something that we are capable of assisting with, then we will. Because we believe in the wellness of our students in the grand scheme of life, not just the four years they spend with us in the confines of the school building. I spoke to the social worker at the MS Center where I am a patient, and I did some further research as well. Then, I reached out to Brett, who I had not spoken to since I retired, explaining the situation to him and sharing with him the research I had already done. I simply asked him if he could add to the list. He responded, immediately feeling the pang of sadness for this student, who we both adored. He told me he would check with a few other contacts he had and he would get back to me the following day. Which he did. Even though he didn’t have to. Especially since (unbeknownst to me), some egregious accusations had been launched against him, and he had been placed on administrative leave, pending investigation.
It was at that time that we reconnected in person. I can’t begin to express the depth of my complete and utter shock at the things that were being said about this man, whose only motive has ever been (or will ever be) the complete wellness of the population he serves: his students.
While my challenges are medical in nature, we both understand that these obstacles make us stronger, and we do not back down from them. Instead of explosive anger, he has used that emotion to push him forward in a positive direction with fitness and the art of natural physique body building. As with our like-mindedness relating to our students, we are also alike in this situation. Although you won’t find me entering any fitness competitions, I use exercise, specifically yoga, as a positive outlet for my frustrations. He has persevered months of listening to his name and reputation being slandered, based on unsubstantiated hearsay while keeping his integrity in tact.
What I know for sure is that Dr. Brett Holeman is the best school psychologist you’ll ever find, and he has also been voted one of NJ’s top docs for kids. He is honest to a fault, and the only thing he has ever been guilty of is advocating too hard for a student in dire circumstances. What parent or guardian would be opposed to that?
I believe that the universe brought us together again at the exact moment when it did because I have been able to support him on this rocky part of his journey, while he supported me during the rocky road of breast cancer. Both of us have lost friends, or people who we considered friends, just because we were both faced with ginormous obstacles to overcome. It is at times of great adversity that people show their true colors, and we build up our strength (both physical and mental) to overcome the challenges placed before us. The two of us accept the fact that we are allowed to be afraid of the uncertainty before us, but we continue to forge ahead because we have faith that things are going to work out the way they are meant to.
Ultimately, we are still working together as a team, and all of the former students that we are in contact with are still learning from us. No matter how old or young they are, they see us both persevering, and not ever considering giving up. The fact of the matter is that education extends far beyond the classroom and it doesn’t end at high school graduation.
For me and Brett, our lives have run oddly parallel to each other if you look at the big picture, and I could not be more grateful for his friendship or more proud of his perseverance. Just like our students, I’m still learning from him every single day.
Life does not always follow the plan you might have dreamed about, but our happiness depends on how we choose to address the difficult times. Thank you, Brett, for helping me remember this during my own trying times just by watching you. Your strength (not your muscles… although they aren’t bad either ?) is an inspiration to me and I am lucky to call you one of my very best friends.
Fight on, brother. The truth will come out and I’ll be right there celebrating with you when it does. #TeamBrett
I made this sign to hold up at one of Brett’s recent fitness competitions. It was worth making despite the blue and gold glitter that I will be finding in the oddest of places until the day I move out of this house!
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