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David Spates
"Therefore I Am"

Schoolhouse Rock helped me
chalk up an easy 'A'

"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."
I wrote that from memory. Pretty decent, eh?

It's the preamble to the Constitution, but I'm sure most of you knew that. I had it memorized by the time I was 6 years old. When I typed it out just a moment ago, the only thing I got wrong was that I wrote "ensure" instead of "insure." (I'm pretty certain "ensure" is correct in the context, but who am I to second-guess the Founding Fathers?)

Yes indeedy, I had the Constitution's preamble committed to memory by the tender age of 6, and I have Schoolhouse Rock to thank for it. For you non-Generation X'ers (have I mentioned how much I loathe that lazily-attached name?), Schoolhouse Rock is a television feature broadcast in between the Saturday morning cartoons during the 1970s. I've heard that you can still catch Schoolhouse Rock on ABC today, but since I haven't plopped myself down in front of the tube with a big bowl of Fruity Pebbles to watch "Superfriends" in a few years, I can't confirm this.

Anyway, Schoolhouse Rock used short, catchy songs and animated characters to educate kids in a host of subjects ­ everything from American history to multiplication to grammar to science. The best thing about Schoolhouse Rock, however, was that kids didn't know they were learning something. It just sort of crept into their heads, and before you knew it your child was reciting the preamble or counting by sevens or explaining the difference between adjectives and adverbs or even drawing a diagram of an electromagnet.

When I was in the third or fourth grade, my classmates and I had an assignment. The teacher told us that we had to memorize something, and I remember immediately cringing. I detested, and still do to this day, mindless rote. Regurgitating facts just isn't where my mental powers (and I use the term loosely) are most suited. The teacher informed us that we would be memorizing the preamble to the Constitution. In a couple days, we would be expected to transcribe the full text from memory.

Chalk up an easy "A" for the Spates lad.

It was fairly obvious who was a Saturday morning cartoon devotee that day. There were maybe seven or eight of us who just grinned, armed with the knowledge that we could bang out the preamble easily right then and there. Apparently, some kids didn't watch Schoolhouse Rock. They used the breaks between cartoons to run to the bathroom, pester their parents or freshen their bowls of Fruit Pebbles. Well, they were sorry that day.

It's a wonderful feeling to be able to complete an assignment with absolutely no effort whatsoever. I and my fellow Schoolhouse Rockers had heard the preamble sung so many times that the thought of studying it before test day was laughable.

I, and I guarantee the other Schoolhouse Rockers in my class, hummed the preamble tune on test day as we wrote the "lyrics."

So what's my point with my cute little Schoolhouse Rock story? Well, the point is twofold.

One: It's just a trip down Nostalgia Ave. The Chronicle newsroom was embroiled the other day in memories of Schoolhouse Rock, and that's what brought back my memories of that assignment and my effortless "A."

And two: It serves as a reminder that young children are paying attention. They're able to soak up all the knowledge placed in front of them, and at the same time they're absorbing all the junk. The good and bad ­ it's all going into kids. You get out what you put in, I say. Put garbage into your kid and see what happens. Conversely, put knowledge in and see what happens.

Things stick with you at that age. I'm 29 years old and just wrote text I memorized 23 years ago. I studied German in high school and Spanish in college and can't remember much more than tag is day and leche is milk.

I guess there's a reason they call them "the formative years."

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