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I've been reading way too many stories about how the decline and fall of the public education system can be attributed to "failing" teachers or teachers who are "failures."
So I sat down to calculate the ratio of good teachers to "failures" that I encountered in the school systems that had the dubious privilege of educating me.
I went to public school kindergarten.
I went to parochial school grades 1-5.
I went to public schools grades 6 through High School graduation.
My kindergarten teacher taught me colors, letters, how to play "duck-duck, gray duck," how to identify shapes and their names, how to use finger paints to portray my world, and probably some other things I forgot. She wasn't mean when I giggled and fidgeted on my "nap mat"--the green towel with my name stitched on it by my mom. She was a pretty good teacher.
In parochial school I had two teachers I loved dearly who were, quite simply, outstanding educators. I had three good teachers who did a fine job of educating me despite my best efforts to disrupt class, show off how smart I was, doodle on my books while slower kids sounded out words, and other creative responses to the educational process. Sister Disciplina I didn't like very much because she wouldn't give me "A"s just for getting all the answers right--she told me she expected more from me: Not just the right answer, but WHY the answer was right. But she was a good teacher.
I had one teacher who called me a "problem" and sent me to the principal's office and told me it didn't matter if I was good at reading, history, and arithmetic if I couldn't "learn to sit quietly and pay attention." Interestingly, I remember liking her because she was pretty and young and dressed well, and feeling just crushed because I thought she didn't like me. But she had problems controlling the class, she let bullies run rampant, and she quit teaching the next year. I guess she's what they mean by a "failure."
Grade six I had Mr. E______, whom I liked a lot (he was the first male teacher I'd ever had, and he was funny and kind of cute) but who told me I was "hopeless" at math. He never bothered to find out that I'd moved from an "old math" school system to a "new math" school system, and never made any attempt to remediate the difference and bring me up to speed. He encouraged a sort of "survival of the fittest" social environment, including appointing the most popular kids to choose their own teams for kickball (ensuring that the least popular or coordinated or athletic kids would ALWAYS be chosen last,) and winking at a lot of verbal bullying and pecking-order nonsense, but he cracked down on the worst stuff and he did a decent job otherwise. Everyone learned the material, mostly.
Grades seven through nine I went to a public middle school (they were called "Junior High" Schools then,) where you had five or six different teachers a day, and two or three of them shifted from semester to semester. (Your "core curriculum" teachers stayed the same all year.) I honestly don't remember all of my teachers but I definitely remember the other "failure," an evil zombie of a math teacher who insulted kids who didn't give the right answers, listed everybody's test scores on the blackboard with "Yay" or "Boo" next to them, and told parents that their kids were "either stupid or lazy." I learned nothing in her class and she was eventually fired, after enough parents complained.
I remember two outstandingly GOOD teachers and one librarian I will think fondly of for the rest of my life from Junior High. Other than that, I'm pretty sure most of my teachers were good or better than good. I reached High School well enough prepared (in spite of math deficiencies) to graduate in two years rather than three, with a little summer school. And while I was a smart kid, I was not a problem-free kid and I had motivation problems in spades. I spent a fair amount of time in the Guidance office. So it wasn't all "me." I could easily have gone off the rails spectacularly if the teachers and staff hadn't been good at their jobs.
High School was the usual social nightmare but I had many, many, good teachers. The geometry teacher who flunked me TWICE, and patiently worked with me after school, assigned me extra exercises and finally opened up a crack in the wall of my math phobia had a wickedly ironic sense of humor and an assumed cynicism that masked a genuine devotion to kids and a passion for math. I still cry a little when I think of his death from a heart attack the year after I graduated.
The social studies teacher who encouraged me to sign up for the Close Up program that brought me to Washington DC during the Watergate era, and suggested that I sign up for the debate squad, and argue the positions that I DIDN'T naturally support, just to learn about evidence and logic and creating reasoned arguments. The English teacher who laughed hysterically at my short stories and told me I could be a writer someday, if I wanted to. The Choir teacher who coached me from Chorus to Concert Choir level and fanned the flame of my love for music.
I could go on and on. More than a dozen, easily, come to mind as caring, skilled, dedicated educators. They weren't well paid, they worked crappy hours, they worked in a conservative suburban nightmare of a school system and they STILL managed to educate kids-- nearly four hundred of them in my graduating class.
I'm willing to postulate that things have changed since I was in school. Shrinking budgets, ballooning expectations and a vast maze of requirements, teach-to-test curricula, and administrative bullshit have doubtless taken their toll. Shrinking salaries, worsening working conditions, and ever-more-challenging environments producing ever-higher ratios of kids who need more than just books and lectures to succeed have undoubtedly discouraged some otherwise excellent prospects from becoming teachers, and allowed some mediocre rule-followers to fly under the radar and thrive in the damp dark obscurity of regulation reports.
But, damn, people!
Out of FORTY-SEVEN public school teachers, only two were duds.
Teachers did damn' well by me.
I refuse to believe that the teachers of today are, as a group, substantially less motivated, caring, skilled individuals throughout the educational system. I just refuse to believe that.
I believe some schools are funded totally inadequately to address the extreme levels of challenge they face from pupils with severe social, physical, and emotional deficits. They need MORE money than cushy suburban schools, not less, to put salary premiums in place that will let them hire in the top twenty percent of teachers. I believe that many teachers are discouraged, demotivated, disillusioned, and disinclined to take risks or go outside an ever-narrowing maze of regulations, and consequently miss many opportunities to be as good as they CAN be.
And NONE of that can be solved by blaming teachers.
I'm sorry, teachers of America. I wasn't paying attention while this groundswell was building, and now it seems like my tiny voice is a whisper against the fury of the storm.
But I'll keep whispering at the loudest shout I can manage.
You did well by me.
I'll try to do well by you.
I'm a small and frail shield against what's gunning for you, but I'll stand at your back anyway.
Thank you for my education.
broken-heartedly, Bright
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