It is time to lift each other up. No one else will do it. If we do not praise each other, if we do not
remember that we are a community stronger in our numbers than alone, than we
lose. Our numbers are beginning to fall
as it is. All over the country the
numbers of people entering teacher preparatory programs are diminishing. You
can see it here. Those in the profession warn others away, and
even our most well known and well respected educator, Nancy Atwell, told her audience that they
should not become teachers (here). It is too hard, too unforgiving, too under-compensating. There is reason in all of this. But those of us who are already teachers, are
in it. We are here, and more than ever,
we need to remember why. So let me
remind you.
Teachers are the absolute best people I know. They are generous, giving up free time to
talk to any student at any time. They
will answer phone calls, respond to emails, edit student work, cover classes,
and make copies for absent teachers, even when they know there are a million other things that need
doing at that exact moment, all equally urgent. They will do
it all for no extra compensation. They
will do it all knowing full well that they make the same salary 15 years into
their job, as many professionals do just starting out. You would be lucky to meet one person who is as good, as understanding, or as open in any other job. I know this to be true.
Perhaps they are crazy.
Perhaps they should be fighting and refusing to do the extra pieces that
those above them keep demanding. Perhaps
they should teach their classes, close their doors, and watch the clock. Isn't that the perception anyway?
But the teachers I know, and I consider myself blessed to
know so many, live and breathe their jobs.
We raise other people’s children along with our own, and know that each
one of them carries a piece of us wherever they go. That’s our compensation. We know that we are creating and molding and
changing and developing the people who will lead our country, as well as those
who will be its backbone and brain in our own lifetime. We are exposing them to ideas and dreams and
characters and passions they might not find if not for us. That’s our compensation. We are fighting for them when others will
not. We are fighting their apathy, their
anger, and their ignorance, and replacing it with energy, hope and knowledge,
and we are doing it even when we are at our lowest. Because we know that when we are not here,
there is no substitute for us. There may
be a body in our chair, but that body is not the one whom our kids rely
on. We know that, and we worry about it
every moment that we are not present.
Because this job allows for no true days off.
This does not mean that we should not fight. This does not mean that we should not demand, loudly, that we deserve more because we have earned it. We should yell at the top of our voices, united in our volume, that test scores are numbers, and numbers are not the faces we teach, or the imaginations we spur, or the hope we inspire. They are only numbers and they change with the day. We should question. All the time. We should question the evaluators who have not stood in our shoes. We should question the ratings based on seven minutes of an evaluation that someday may determine our pay, or our "worth." We should remember that every day we tell our students to question the world around them, and we should do no less.
This does not mean that we should not fight. This does not mean that we should not demand, loudly, that we deserve more because we have earned it. We should yell at the top of our voices, united in our volume, that test scores are numbers, and numbers are not the faces we teach, or the imaginations we spur, or the hope we inspire. They are only numbers and they change with the day. We should question. All the time. We should question the evaluators who have not stood in our shoes. We should question the ratings based on seven minutes of an evaluation that someday may determine our pay, or our "worth." We should remember that every day we tell our students to question the world around them, and we should do no less.
So, teachers, feel free to get angry at the changes coming
our way. Rage at the initiatives, and
the meetings, and the lack of understanding of all you do, which comes at you
from all sides. But know that your
colleagues all over the country stand with you as you push and pull and work
those students. We are here too. Let us fuel your imagination when you feel
empty, as my colleagues do every day for me.
Let us be your backbone when you don’t feel like you have the strength
to stand up to one more parent, or one more principal. Reach out to us.
But don’t you quit.