[This post is in reaction to the incredible pain we are feeling in the School District of Philadelphia right now. We are facing down massive cuts to our schools, and with those cuts will come layoffs, and teachers and students both stand to lose unless things change very soon. But despite that, school ran today. The kids showed up. The teachers honored the trust placed in them and taught well. Learning happened. On some level, it was the best reminder to what we do and why we do it as I can imagine.]
At 6:30 this morning, I was on a field with fourteen young men, practicing a sport we all love.
At 9:00 this morning, I watched a group of students work with a teacher as they worked on a robot they were building.
At lunch today, I sat with a student and her advisor and looked over financial aid packages from the various colleges she was accepted to.
And this afternoon, I watched a group of kids performing Shakespeare in an 11th grade English class.
In between those events, there were emails answered, phone calls made, a memo or two written, but more importantly, there were lots of conversations with students and teachers, some light and fun, some serious. It was, in other words, a typical day at school.
We need to understand how precious that really is.
Most people don’t have the kind of days teachers have. Most people don’t have a chance to pull a student aside and make them think or care or wonder. Most people don’t laugh as much during the days as we do. Most people don’t cry as often as teachers do. Most people simply don’t feel as much as we do.
And many people have to sit in offices, which I did for a few years — school is more fun.
This isn’t to say the job is easy – it’s not. The point isn’t that we get our summers off or anything like that. Teachers work hard at an incredibly emotionally and intellectually challenging job every day. But we need to remember a few things:
- No one made us do this.
- We don’t have to keep doing it.
- We aren’t the only people in the world who work hard.
- We get to hang out with kids all day long.
We need to keep these things in perspective, because we do no one any good when we perceive ourselves to be victims or martyrs. We need to own that we made the decision to teach and keep teaching. And it was a good decision to make, because as hard as we work, and as ridiculous as some of the policies being imposed on schools are, we stay the lucky ones.
We get to teach.