Teacher’s Journal: “A Turtle on a Table”

A friend and mentor of mine, Father Jim Turro once observed:

“If you happen to come across a turtle on a table, one thing is certain. Someone had to place the turtle on the table. Since left to itself, a turtle is incapable of such a feat.”

So it is with most of us, we are placed in a particular geography, on a lush terrain, a big city, or even an arid desert. So whatever the location, if the conditions are right, we can survive, and even thrive. Such is my case.

Thirty years ago, I sat at my desk and read an advertisement for a position at Saint Mary’s College in Moraga, California. It had all the essential ingredients to attract my interests, namely a Catholic, liberal arts undergraduate College, and Christian Brothers, who taught in the Great Books tradition.

Before I made the application, however, I checked an atlas to discover that Moraga was not in Death Valley, rather the Moraga Valley in the East Bay of San Francisco, and close by Oakland and Berkeley.

Brother Mel Anderson was the person who placed me on the table, front and center — in a welcoming fashion. As a college president, he selected me for the Chair of the Communication Department. After sealing the deal with my archbishop, I moved to Moraga and began teaching communications, journalism, and politics.

Mel A


In those early days, Brother Mel was more than a college president — his apartment in the dorm was where his charge of undergraduates feasted nightly on his gourmet cooking.

How rare for a college president, Mel taught in the Great Books program and knew his students. They were his friends.

In so many ways, Brother Mel was a headmaster, as the curmudgeonly Algy Harris in R.F. Delderfeld’s “To Serve Them All Our Days.” This novel depicts the interplay of faculty and students at a British boarding school just before World War I. In the classrooms, on the playing fields, and those blood-soaked fields of foreign wars that would profoundly affect their lives, forging a lifetime bond.

Brother Mel was a role model for me. As an administrator, he surrounded himself with talented and engaged associates who advanced the mission of the College. His administration was lean, unlike the bloated and costly managers of today.

He was a man who could speak publicly and with great passion about the direction and the goals of a Catholic, liberal arts education. Students always remained paramount and more important to him than a particular subject, winning and losing a season of NCAA basketball.

Once a student, so frustrated with the arcane scheduling process, and not finding his faculty advisor for approval of his courses, asked Brother Mel to sign the required course selection form. When a disbelieving staff member at the Registrar’s Office told the student they would not accept a “forged signature,” Brother Mel appeared at the office window to assure the staff member that the signature was his.

When Brother Mel’s term as president ended, after a long time in office, none of his successors filled the post with quite as much insight into the formal undergraduate curriculum and the everyday life of the campus. Most of all, it was his devotion to students, faculty, and staff that I will remember fondly.

My time at Saint Mary’s College is about to come to an end, and I’m receiving my last paycheck on the last day of June. The College that I arrived at years ago is markedly different now, with continuing challenges about the price of tuition, the issues created with the diverse mix of students, and questions about which curriculum design would best-prepared graduates for jobs and professions in these economically perilous times.

We once understood that the winning game plan in our design of a liberal arts college might not have the same appeal it once had. To get somewhere today, we’d have to play as hard as Matthew Dellavedova, that “spark plug” of ours on the Cleveland team, to pivot, adapt just enough, score just enough points to win in this education climate. Frankly, I’m not sure this College is adept enough to make these adjustments and find enough donors to underwrite our long list of educational goals and building projects.Delly2

I’m of the mind that the College is not Catholic enough, and not liberal arts enough, and there are too few Christian Brothers with the vibrancy that had once animated the college community. I don’t think that the past is better than the future. However, the present must be rooted in the deeper religious and spiritual roots of the founders of the College, whose “apostolic courage” brought us here in the first place.

Pope Francis’ ideas on discernment and mercy are worth a try. In this regard, one story comes to mind that may say something of the kind of College that I hope can somehow survive.

For almost one year, my office, with its window open to the lawn and courtyard near Sichel Hall, was dark. I had taken a period off, and after a while, I had come back to the College for January Term.

On the first day of this intensive semester, I was exiting the Men’s Room when a student said:
“Hello Father Mike, I see you’re back.” I greeted the young man warmly and told him that I was teaching in Jan Term and the Spring Term.

He asked if he could speak to me, and of course, I agreed. And told him: “whenever?”

At that point, he told me his name; let me refer to him as Mark.

Mark replied: “How about my talking with you in your office now, and very briefly?”
“Of course, “I said.

Then Mark told me: “I want to thank you for all you did for me. I had you for the Comm 2 class, and you gave me some important advice.”
“Really?” I interjected.

“Yes, I was having a problem with substance abuse, drugs, and alcohol. After I had a talk with you about my absences and poor performance in your class, you advised me to see a counselor, and most especially, begin talking with my parents.”
“I did this?” I asked.

And yes, I realized that I had done this small favor. It was two years ago, and I learned from Mark that he took time off from College, talked honestly with his parents, entered a rehab program, and now is scheduled to graduate this year. I thanked him as he left my bare office, now readied for another occupant.

So much like the leper in the gospel who comes back to Christ, after having been healed so profoundly. Rarely do teachers hear how they have affected the lives of their students? But they do.

The very next day, I shared this story with my colleague and friend Ed Tywoniak; and added the one element that says the most about my time at Saint Mary’s College.

See, I had not remembered Mark or his issues until he brought it to my attention. In other words, this is what we do day to day as teachers – yes, these small, almost unnoticed, intimate stories of how we affect others’ lives and make all the difference.

Like I placed a turtle on a table, front, and center, person-to-person. Some 3,500 students of mine, is my unofficial count in these many years.
So, if we are placed in a particular geography or a lush terrain, if the conditions are right, we can survive, thrive, and celebrate the fun of college life!


“Just when the fun is starting

Comes the time for parting,

But let’s be glad for what we’ve had —

And what’s to come.

There’s so much more embracing

Still to be done, but time is racing.

Oh, well —

We’ll catch up some

other time.”

Lyrics to “Some Other Time,”

by Betty Comden and Adolf Green for

Leonard Bernstein’s “On the Town.”

2 thoughts on “Teacher’s Journal: “A Turtle on a Table”

  1. Fr. Michael – you have provided a wonderful recap of your time at St. Mary’s and of the values that were so strongly in evidence when you began there with Brother Mel and how you made every effort to keep them alive thereafter. I recall your departure from Seton Hall decades ago and wondering what would become of your audacious decision to move across country to California. It clearly was an inspired one! You belong to a very select company of priests that not only comprehended the meaning of Vatican II – in which you were schooled – but fully responded to its spirit by living out the call and the promise of its challenges. That is a very great achievement! We now look forward to the next chapter in your exploits.


    • Gerry — It’s great to have you among my long time friends. The fact that we have endured these many years in ministry says something about our faith. All the best, Mike R


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