Wednesday, October 1, 2008

No Teacher Left Behind

Right now, I am solely writing as a teacher.

And I am pissed.

I am burning with anger, frustration and irritation.
It started off with a spark and now it's blazing. I am engulfed in this.

At the same time, I am drenched with sadness. And I feel hopelessness creeping into the back of my mind.

I feel as though I was asked to compromise my integrity today.
Because I was.
But I won't.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
So, please, don't ask.

I teach high school English. Freshmen. They are rambunctious and silly and intense and funny and NOT funny and everything you remember being when you were there ... times 10.

I love what I do. When I was just five years old I knew this was my calling. And over 20 years later, I'm nearly five years in. It's changed me, it's affected me, it's taught me and I love it.

And I believe in it.

In November, the candidates' plans for education will have a direct impact on my vote. I don't hate No Child Left Behind because it's trying to do something to better education. An education gives you power, freedom, intelligence, confidence, hope. It can provide you with opportunities and knowledge that you couldn't get just anywhere.

And one of the most integral parts of it all: the teacher.

So, wouldn't you expect him or her to be "something special?" Or at least have a drive to educate your children, your employees, your future.

Or is it enough to just have someone who only exists in the classroom, breathes in the air around them and goes home?

I say no.

What's this all about? My student teacher (ST). He's year older than I, embarking on career #2. It's not even him directly at this point though he has caused me much greif and confusion. You see, I've rarely met a man, not only without a fire underneath him but no spark to even light a fire. His lessons have disengaged all of my students. My students have so, so much life in them but this man has drained every last drop with, not only his lack of ability, but enthusiasm, interest, desire, passion ... He claims to be a lover of English but this has yet to be seen in the slightest. Perhaps it's just lost in his mumbles (yes, he mumbles) over grammar, and as he stumbles through Of Mice and Men. I don't see it, but this I do: Teachable moments go untaught. Symbolism goes unrecognized.
Remember Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off? Take that and add 38 cups of boredom.

Yeah, it's that bad.

You might say, "But, rjtrue, this man is just getting started on his journey ... he's just learning, cut him some slack."

And I have. I have sat down with him, pointed him in the right direction, even walked the first few steps with him. He has not improved. I don't even believe the attempt was ever made.

And then ...

I met with his university supervisor (UnSup), along with ST's other mentor who also happens to be a dear friend, and we explained our frustrations and expectations. The lack of interest, follow-through, classroom management. We discussed how lessons were mundane and continued to be. We shared with him our concern about his future in teaching.

I basically got told to pass him anyway. And, based on what we shared, he'd pass him as well. UnSup told us both that perhaps ST was just not someone we'd choose to work with but we had to remember that he's not like us. He said that maybe he'd fail once in the profession but that shouldn't hold us back from letting him get through this experience.
He went on to tell us how he himself had once passed a student worse than ST and then wouldn't recommend her when the call came in.

I lost it.

How in the hell do you put someone out into this field that you do not have faith in? I was appalled by this man and it took everything in me not to reach across the table and shake some integrity back in him. Something that he so obviously lost long ago. That he wanted me to lose.
Absolutely not.

I believe in what I do. I believe in the people that do the same thing that I do. This is NOT a fall back profession. This is NOT an easy job. This is NOT for someone who does not have some sort of love for it. This is NOT for someone who does not want to give it more than nothing.

How does someone in the field have so little respect for it? Would you put a surgeon in a hospital who repeatedly screwed up surgeries? No. Would you let a man into the police force who could barely shoot a gun? No. Would you allow a pharmacist to work if she couldn't tell the difference between medications? No.
Then why are we letting people who can't teach become teachers?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this post. And I totally get where you are coming from. It is frustrating and mind-blowing, but I want you to know that I feel SO fortunate to work with such AMAZING teachers... such as yourself (and my other English teaching buds).. Who respect what they do and refuse to compromise. You're a gem!

Erinello said...

What a beautifully written post! I really hope you don't pass him. You are absolutely right in everything you said. Think of all the kids who could be hurt by his teaching. Kids who might otherwise fall in love with literature. Kids who need to be inspired. Kids who have horrible home lives and thrive on the love of a good teacher.

I hate how teaching is seen as a fallback profession, or something easy. My class this year is unbelievably difficult. It takes every ounce of energy and creativity I possess to make it through the day. What would happen to this guy if he had a class like that?

Please keep your readers posted. :)

Also, do you just like the idea of No Child Left Behind, or do you like the specifics? Do you think teachers should be paid based on their students' test scores? I know a lot of states are trying to do that.

KG said...

What a fun job you have - way hawter than being a lawyer, anyway. I always thought it would be fun to teach - but teenagers scare me!

Anyway - I hope my kid is lucky enough to have teachers like you someday!

As for the frustration? Well - sadly, that kind of thing doesn't seem to be limited to the education professions ... it seems to chase me in every job I've had. But good for you for sticking to your guns.

Laski said...

Oh, RJTrue, this could be your educational manifesto.

Actually, I think it should be.

Take it to the floor, baby. Take it to the floor . . .

And those last few lines . . . epic. Yet people just don't see it, and it is at their very peril that they don't.