The Importance Of Being Delusional

Wile E. Coyote Moment Of ClarityYou may remember the old Roadrunner cartoons where Wile E. Coyote, distracted by his mad pursuit of his prey, runs right off the edge of a cliff before pausing in mid-air. Oddly, he’s fine as long as he doesn’t look down and notice the reality of his situation. If he’d just kept running, he might have made it to the other side of the gap (where his nemesis had already paused to “Beep! Beep!” at him before speeding away). 

Eventually, however, he does look down. He takes a moment to emote defeat or despair, sometimes even waving to us or holding up a cute little sign offering concise commentary on his plight. Then… he plummets to the ground far below, reappearing after the commercial to begin his next futile effort to catch that $#%&* bird.  

Imagine, however, if Wile simply accepted the reality of his situation before running off the cliff. What if he looked at his track record, and that of the Road Runner, and realized that statistically he was probably never going to catch the thing and that his time would be better spent doing something else. Would that be… victory? Would that mean he’s growing, learning, and adjusting to circumstances? Or would such a shift in thinking mean he’d lost something valuable in the pursuit?

We mock him, but who do we relate to more in those cartoons – the antagonistic bird or the eternally determined coyote? 

Education certainly isn’t the only field in which we sometimes have to keep running and ignore the fact that we long ago left the cliff. Many professions contain some element of blind faith and a daily decision to embrace the long-term possibilities, whatever today may hold. There are times we catch glimpses of the harvest – students who evolve so dramatically over time, notes received from those impacted in the past, or conversations in which light bulbs pop up over the most unexpected heads. Sometimes we catch the Roadrunner, if only for a moment. Make note of those moments – file them away in tangible form so you can prove to yourself they happened when you need to.  

Seriously, you’d be surprised.  

Altar-ing Course 

If you’re a Sunday-Go-To-Meetin’ person, you may recall that in the Old Testament, it was common after the Lord God did something noteworthy for those impacted to build an alter commemorating the moment. It probably seemed a bit odd to some. Were they really worried they’d “forget” that time Jehovah destroyed thousands of their enemies with fire, disease, or sporks? Was there genuine danger after El-Shaddai wrestled with you all night, changed your name, and altered the course of your descendants for a thousand generations that it might slip your mind down the road unless you left a pile of rocks nearby?  

Yes. Yes, there was. That’s why it was useful to build a display commemorating the moment and maybe even write down what happened. That’s why so many major events began with leaders recounting everything important that had happened up until that point before announcing plans going forward. We are a shallow, short-term people – and not just spiritually. Circumstances change. It may not seem like it while you’re on the mountain, but you’ll at some point likely hit a valley or two. (Things seem even less changeable when you’re in the valleys, but chances are good you’ll eventually glimpse sunlight again.) And guess what makes all of this easier to remember? 

Obviously it doesn’t have to be a literal altar. A folder or storage bin under the bed will do just as well. The point is, sometimes you have to look back and remember when things were better in order to help you believe they won’t always be like they feel now.  

The rest you have to fill in with a little healthy self-delusion.  

The Challenges Of Selective Reality 

We’ve seen some pretty extreme reminders in the past year of what happens when people aggressively deny fundamental reality and replace it with their own fan-favorite nonsense. Educators can’t ethically afford to completely ignore the signs that something’s not working. I’m positive any teacher reading this could easily list a half-dozen things they’d change if they had the power which would dramatically improve both students’ experiences and overall academic performance. It’s harder to be truly reflective and think critically about what you could be doing differently, however – especially if you’re in a situation where you feel so little support to begin with.  

It’s an irony I suspect occurs in other professions as well. When you’re supported, listened to, and valued, it’s easier to question what you’re doing and challenge yourself to get better. When you’re constantly belittled and discouraged, there’s little room for that sort of risk. You hunker down and do your best to just “get through.” Check the boxes. Do the minimum. No one cares anyway. It’s not like the students are going to notice or get all worked up that you’re not “challenging them” enough. Just do the paperwork. Log in to the training, turn off your camera, and watch Netflix on your phone. Keep grades current, update Canvas regularly, and beyond that, to hell with it.  

That’s when you most need some positive self-delusion. That’s when you should absolutely sacrifice a little reality for some belief. Stop looking down. I don’t care how far it is. Look forward and focus on the raspberry that bird is blowing at you as we speak. Then run.  

Choosing Your Delusions 

Yes, we have to keep slapping ourselves a bit to make sure we’re not becoming “that” teacher. We have to find ways to think critically and professionally about what is and isn’t working. We have to distinguish their hoops from our hopes (I can’t believe I just said that). If you’re not getting better, you’re usually getting bitter (dear golly, that’s two in a row).  

That said, I respectfully suggest our self-evaluation should be focused on reaching the cliff on the other side of the gap – NOT on looking down to think too much about where we are right this moment. I hesitate to come right out and say it, but I think sometimes surviving in the world of education requires a sort of selective self-delusion. We gotta try to be honest with ourselves about ourselves, but I’m not sure I want to look too closely at the realities around me. I’m not sure I want to know what the chances are that anything I’m doing will make a noticeable difference for most of the kids in front of me. I’m not sure I want to think too much about the relative impact I’m likely to have compared to peer groups, cultural pressures, social media, poverty, and race. I’m positive I don’t want to get bogged down in my shortcomings and failures over this bizarro pandemic teaching clusterfunk – all the things I’d try differently if we could go back and try again. 

Not that I’d ever willingly go back and do this again.  

How can we tell the difference between our “delusions” and those of right-wing ideologues, demagogues, conspiracy theorists and propaganda machines? I think it comes down to something cheesy. Something I’m almost embarrassed to type, but can’t express any other way.  

I choose the kinds of delusions that make me more hopeful. I choose the delusions that give me more faith in my kids than they’re sometimes justify in the short-term with their choices. I choose the delusion that the opposing cliff is closer than it seems and that it’s more possible than it looks to make a positive difference in the lives of those in my care. These delusions may not have the natural traction of “those who oppose me draw their power from the plasma of sex-trafficked children and Pizza Hut is their mosque” or “Jesus wants me to stand up for my rights and stop being forced to consider the health and welfare of other people,” but I’d argue the tone is noticeably different. 

I distinguish between delusions based on the attitude and goal driving them. That may not make one type truer than the other, but it certainly makes some more palatable than others – and that’s what I’m choosing to go with.  

Strap On Your ACME Helmet 

If there are things you could do better next year, by all means – dig in and fix them. If there are lessons you’ve learned from this past year (or four), then get serious about learning them and make the necessary adjustments so you don’t have to learn them again.  

But don’t look too closely at the short-term results or the apparent reality of your situation – not if you want to keep going until you reach the other side (at least temporarily). Don’t count the number of times the Road Runner has escaped or discount your latest rocket-shoes, catapult, or magic hole-on-a-wall before you’ve tried them with full conviction. You’re probably not going to accomplish all you hoped when you took on this gig. You’re probably not going to have movies made about you or books written about your impact. I wouldn’t even bet on a “Mr. Holland’s Opus” moment now or in the future.  

That doesn’t mean you’re not doing a good job. It doesn’t prove your worst fears and adds zero credibility to the accusations of your detractors. All it means is that sometimes you can’t see it and probably shouldn’t think too hard about it. Not this time. Maybe eventually, but not right now. For now, having the right sort of delusions is enough.

I’m Not Sure I Want My Students To Succeed

UbermenschI’m not sure I want my students to succeed.

How’s that for an attention-grabber? Now I’ll skillfully jump back and lay the foundation for such an outrageous claim and hope it’s enough to keep you reading until we reach it again further on.

Four-Point Scale or Back Hoe?

The question of how to grade, what to grade, or even IF to grade isn’t exactly new in the world of public education. Sometimes it’s set by building or district policy (although enforcement is problematic at best). Other times it’s at least discussed within departments. By and large, however, it’s something no two teachers seem to do quite the same.

Many of the differences are cosmetic. Categories or total points? Are quizzes worth 10% or are they worth way more points than daily work and the math ends up with pretty much the same results? Other differences are philosophical. Completion or accuracy? Effort or quality? Improvement or achievement?

Things quickly get messy. If I grade entirely on objective standards, the kid who rarely shows up and never participates but has a great memory might pull a solid ‘B’ in my class without actually learning anything or becoming less odious to the world at large. The girl who does everything I ask and shows massive improvement still fails if she started off with less knowledge and fewer skills. On the other hand, points for effort sometimes seems like we’re rewarding mediocrity – or worse, giving pity points to kids who have no business moving up a level academically.

In other words, you don’t have to go very far before you realize several things about grades in high school. First, they don’t usually mean everything we hope and pretend they mean – particularly not from one class to another. Second, they’re almost impossible to get rid of. They’re so baked into the system that even districts bold enough to try alternatives usually end up using some form of an A – F, 4.0 scale when communicating with the state or post-secondary institutions.

Finally, and perhaps most significantly, any discussion of grades or grading quickly becomes a discussion about priorities and overall teaching philosophy as well. It reveals our assumptions about kids, about education, about “the system,” and about our own ability to accurately observe and assess specific skills or chunks of learnin’ in otherwise complicated beings – teenagers.

Our Rubric, Which Art From Heaven…

I’ve worked with amazing educators who believed that a 59.4% was the highest ‘F’ you could earn, so congrats on that. This wasn’t some sort of revenge for being bullied as a child; it reflected a larger conviction regarding expectations, opportunity and responsibility. I’ve heard anecdotes about teachers who announce on Day One that everyone’s getting an ‘A’, so let’s just focus on learning! I can’t imagine this actually working very often, but it’s not founded on laziness; it’s founded on a set of ideals about what education should look like.

Emphasizing quizzes and tests over daily work is more than a calculation; it reflects a philosophy about how things work (or should). The opposite is equally true. Prioritizing completion and effort and showing up every day over performance on formal assessments is about underlying beliefs. The whole “standards-based grading” movement is merely a variation on this theme – are we actually measuring whatever it is we think they’re supposed to be learning?

This means, of course, that we can’t really talk about grading until we talk about what it is we’re trying to measure. This is standard edu-blogging clickbait; I’m not breaking any new ground here. But it’s always worth revisiting the question of what, exactly, it is we think we’re supposed to be teaching. Only then can we wrestle with whether or not our grades actually correlate.

Birth of the Blue

My very first blog post opened this way:

If you want to completely derail any meeting of three or more educators – teachers, administrators, curriculum coordinators, outside consultants, or whatever – ask what our priorities should be.

You know, as educators – what are our priorities for the kids? It’s hard to make a good plan without a clear target, so what are we trying to accomplish – you know, ideally?

It was a relatively brief post (hard to imagine now, I know) addressing the difficulty of actually narrowing down our goals as educators. Do we prioritize content? Academic skills? Mindset? Grit? Job skills? Personal hygiene? The ability to work with others? Reading? Writing? Critical thinking? Citizenship? Not putting your entire email in the subject line?

Schools are expected to be at least three dozen different things simultaneously, plus whatever else people think of along the way. (That way, no matter how many things we’re doing well, there are always something for which we can be labeled complete and total failures.) Let’s assume we’re already doing our best with legislative mandates and district goals. These things are generally insufficient, however, to shape the day-to-day details of HOW we teach, let alone WHY we teach.

That’s what I’m wrestling with at the moment.

Success Secession

One of the top 3 or 4 reasons commonly given by teachers for why we do what we do is our desire that students succeed – not just in our classes, but in the so-called “real world.” We have this idea that success outside of school requires the sorts of mindsets and skills we traditionally value. Personal responsibility. Professional appearance. Work ethic. Good citizenship. Effective collaboration. Subject knowledge. Appreciating other points of view. Communication skills. Not smelling weird all the time.

I’m not sure these skills are as universally useful as we’d like to think.

I love Amazon, but is Jeff Bezos insanely rich because of how much personal responsibility he takes for his employees or his commitment to interacting fairly with other entrepreneurs? Does Mark Zuckerberg’s success demonstrate a commitment to good citizenship, honesty, or owning one’s choices? Are the Koch Brothers doing so well because of how respectfully they tolerate other points of view, or is it mostly their belief in democracy and the fundamental equality of all citizens?

Was Donald Trump elected President because of his work ethic, or was it more about his impressive command of relevant facts? Has he been so wildly influential because of his professional communication skills and ability to work well with others, or because he’s learned to show up on time and meet deadlines? The most powerful individual in the world has absolutely none of the skills or basic knowledge we push in public education – and shows zero interest in learning any of it. He is the personification of printing off your essay from Wikipedia then arguing vehemently that you wrote it even though the URL is still at the bottom of every page. The only difference is that Trump essentially became valedictorian as a result and half the school board is now questioning whether your teaching certificate is even real.

He may be the most outlandish example, but he’s hardly alone in his approach.

Studies suggest that overly confident (but largely incompetent) men get promoted far more often than counterparts who actually know stuff and demonstrate effectiveness at their jobs. It’s increasingly difficult to argue that political leadership requires real historic or legal understanding. Our cultural and political trend-setters and thought-leaders may include a few of the best-and-brightest, but they’re hardly the norm. Classrooms still hold up Abraham Lincoln and MLK as American heroes, but real success stories in the 21st century are about Übermensch more than emancipation.

“I have a scheme today… Me at last, me at least, like God Almighty, all for me at last!”

The Better Angels of Our Pedagogy

If we really want our students to be successful, perhaps we should be teaching them complete and total shamelessness – how standards, ethics, or consistency are merely chains to hold them back. We could offer lessons in race-baiting, gas-lighting, and general sophistry. We could teach them how to focus so intently on money and power that they don’t care who they use up or discard to get there, and that legal limitations are for poor people. At the very least, no child should be given a high school diploma without first demonstrating basic competence in manipulating the fears and insecurities of others to sell products or secure influence.

I’m not suggesting that all business owners are evil – merely that being responsible and smart and hard-working aren’t exactly requirements for success in the 21st century. (They may actually be disadvantages if taken too seriously.) Aren’t we doing our students a severe disservice if we refuse to be honest or practical about what success too often looks like in the “real world”?

The alternative, of course, is to continue inflicting our own narrow, idealistic views of how things should work, in hopes they might eventually come true. If that’s what we decide, that’s fine, but let’s be honest about what we’re doing. If what we’re actually teaching is a higher ideal for how society could be, and how capitalism could work, and what success could look like, let’s own that instead of hiding behind “real world” rhetoric. We may not win that argument, but we’ll at least be striving for something better.

I don’t love the real world at the moment. I don’t want to be responsible for preparing kids to “succeed” in it if that means they become more like those currently at the top. I’m willing to risk criticism from the powers-that-be and the perpetually victimized right wing to promote a higher ideal – one built on our founding documents and our national potential more than our Fortune 500 or modern politics.

So… I guess I do want my kids to succeed. I’d just like them to first question what they believe counts as “success.”

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The Blue Cereal Podcast For New (Or Reviving) Teachers

Recording TechWell, my #11FF, I decided to record a few podcasts for new (or reviving) educators. This seems like a wonderful idea because I lack the proper equipment, there are dozens of excellent education podcasts out there already, I have nothing to sell, and this year is so weird it’s hard to know how to prepare for it anyway.

In other words, why not?

If you’re looking for polished rhetoric or witty repartee, book recommendations or big education words, you’re a tiny bit out of luck this time around. If your’e looking for the truth about teaching and how to survive it, on the other hand… welcome to the Eleven Faithful Followers. You are home.

Episode #1: Everything Is Weird (Roll With It)

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Episode #2: Of Grades & Grading (You’re Doing It Wrong)

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You Get Up

Take Me Anywhere

Buck Owens

I was in a band many, many, MANY years ago. We considered ourselves “college alternative” – immersed in R.E.M., the Smiths, the Cure, and MTV’s 120 Minutes. We didn’t actually sound like ANY of them, which was both a glaring flaw and source of inner pride. Originality and Lack of Quality formed quite an edgy Venn Diagram back in the day.

I played guitar, sort of. I didn’t suck. I wrote a few songs and sang well enough for the genre. The smartest thing I did, however, was hook up with three truly talented individuals, then convince my parents to let me use their SUV for gigs, thus giving the band serious motivation to keep me around.

We played local dives for little or no money, occasionally branching out by driving long distances to play other town’s dives for little or no money – something we liked to call “progress.” We eventually managed to get ourselves booked at a trendy new venue in our area – an artsy place which drew a larger and more diverse crowd than our typical haunts. This was the big time, relatively speaking, and we were going to make the most of it.

We hung up flyers and called in favors and managed to pull a pretty decent crowd, most of whom had never actually heard us before (hence their willingness to come). We decided to open with a song featuring my limited guitar chops prominently. It started with a bluesy hook that was nevertheless alternative enough to protect our street cred. I was in my best black turtleneck and plugged into at least eight effects pedals, three of which I didn’t actually own. We were beatniks and rebels and didn’t care who knew it, baby.

I hit those first few notes, bending those strings like I meant it and strutting as if I’d actually done this before – which, I mean, I had… but not here. Not like this. And it was pretty awesome for about 12 seconds.

Then it all stopped.

Forklift FailSee, we were on a 12-foot stage for the first time, giving me around 8 feet of strutting space to work with. It was wonderful after months of squeezing in behind Asteroids machines and pool tables, and we made full use of it in those opening moments – myself, my guitar… and the 6-foot cord connecting it to my amp.

It yanked out in mid-sneer just as the bass and hi-hats kicked in, making for an awkward fade-away and unpleasant electronic buzz. I jerked backwards ever so slightly, which – along with my tragicomic expression – thoroughly eliminated any last trace of cool.

The band handled it better than I did. Our drummer made all the right jokes while the bass player did exaggerated mime demonstrating where I could and couldn’t stand for the rest of the evening. They kept things moving while I scrambled to recover. Which I did, eventually.

After what felt like a decade or two, I was plugged back in and ready to go. I even managed to replay the intro – this time without so much strutting. I found myself connecting to the lyrics which had previously seemed so tame:

Take me anywhere, I don’t care. Take me anywhere, I don’t care. Take me anywhere – anywhere at all. Take me anywhere but here.

I didn’t feel particularly rock’n’roll for the rest of the night, but it was a decent show, overall. Things went south for a bit, but we got back up and played a little bit louder as a result. So goes rock’n’roll.

Crashing and Learning

I’d been teaching several years before I realized that one of the biggest differences in “kids these days” is their lack of traditional “cultural literacy.” They have their own stories and frames of reference, but they’re not the same as those you and I might assume. The church-goers don’t know Bible stories, the aspiring writers don’t know Shakespeare, and aside from a few of the biggies – the Three Little Pigs and maybe Cinderella – none of them know the same fairy tales and folklore we grew up with.

We were discussing First Bull Run – the first major battle of the Civil War. “Stonewall” Jackson earned his nickname by rallying Confederate troops attempting to flee and insisting they hold the line against the Union pursuit. I was having difficulty communicating the dynamics of the situation when I heard myself fall back on analogy – tapping into the power of allusion, if you will. Only it didn’t come out the way I intended.

It’s like that little boy who used his finger on the dike…

I promise you, I heard it when they heard it. Even if you know the story, my phrasing was atrocious. And they didn’t know the story. They had only the face value of my statement to work with, and honestly – that didn’t clarify the “Stonewall” Jackson situation AT ALL.

There was a horrible pause before I began scrambling to recover.

What I mean is, there’s that story… about the dam! The dam was going to break!

Um… the damn what, Mr. Blue?

Thumbs Up BuriedThis was a Pre-AP class, full of high school freshmen with large vocabularies and enough creativity to provide their own inappropriate responses to that one. It took a few minutes to reign it all in, during which I was wondering quite sincerely whether or not I was likely to be fired that very day.

Then again, that was a feeling I had 2 or 3 times a week, every week, for several years. You get used to it after a while.

There were times I spoke out of frustration, like during a “come-to-Jesus” meeting with my 3rd hour one morning. This was an advanced group who had all the tools necessary to be brilliant but tended to prefer smugness with a side of lethargy. I heard my tone shift into “genuinely annoyed” as I accused them (always a bad approach) of too many years of being mommy’s little angels who never had to push themselves in school before so now they just sat there satisfied with their own Pre-AP-ness and—

Once again, heard it when they heard it. And once again, the original intent of the conversation was lost forever.

Most of my REAL disasters were the result of efforts to be funny, or built rapport, or simply because if you talk to enough teenagers for enough years, you forget to treat every conversation like a potential lawsuit. You start to think of them as almost like real people and as a result, you sometimes resort to real talk. That may sound all relationship-building and warm-fuzzy, but it’s a disaster from a liability standpoint, as any school district’s attorney will remind you.

Still, when stuff happens, you recover and move one. Things go south here and there – sometimes a little and sometimes a lot – but you get back up and teach a little harder as a result. So goes public education.

You Get Up

My examples are trivial, of course, compared to real problems. Most of us have survived a biggie or two – divorce, disease, the death of loved ones (family, friends, or students), the loss of a job we really cared about. Maybe we manage it with grace, or maybe we just manage it, but one way or the other we crash, we burn, we suffer, we regret, then at some point we get up and keep going.

It’s not always noble. Sometimes it’s just the only thing we know how to do. To quote the late, great Cannonball Adderley,

Sometimes things don’t lay the way they’s a-posed to lay.

Mercy, mercy, mercy…

Cabinets FailIt’s a teacher thing, to be sure, but it’s also a parent thing… and a spouse thing… and a writer thing… and a salesman thing… and a pro-wrestler thing… and a mid-level management in charge of human resources and development but also the only one who ever brings donuts or cleans the coffee machine thing… and probably lots of other things as well.

It’s OK to feel cool from time to time, or smart, or pretty, or funny, or successful. Realize, however, that the Universe will restore balance from time to time – a supernatural “regression to the mean,” as it were. Sometimes we’re better off for it. Other times it just sucks and we want to die. Maybe you did it to yourself, or maybe it happens no matter what you do right to avoid it.

I realize this is not a particularly inspirational piece of writing. I can’t even assure you that it’s all for the best, or that you’ll never be given anything you can’t handle. Maybe you are a cotton-headed ninny muggins – or maybe you’re just… special.

What I can say is that it’s OK if you’ve screwed up. It’s OK if you still hurt and you’re still confused and you’re still not entirely certain why you leave your bed in the morning. It’s even OK if you have some anger things or other emotional issues you really need to deal with soon or you’ll just go doing it again – whatever “it” might be.

But we have to get up. You have to GET UP. Recover and move on. Somehow. Again. Hopefully we learn as we go, and maybe we get a little bit better here and there. Either way, though, it’s time to try again.

So goes rock’n’roll. So goes public education. So goes real life.

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Better Than You Think

10… 9… 8… 7…

Teacher Shame

It’s almost the end of the semester and – more importantly – the end of another year. I’ve never been one to take on gym memberships I likely won’t use or promise to end habits I’ll probably continue. I do, however, like the idea of fresh starts. They’re rarely total and never complete, but new beginnings – like new school years, new principals, or impeachment hearings, imply a sort of absolution for what’s past and hope for what the future could be.

In other words, January 1st is a reboot of sorts. And some of us need it more than others.

Let’s face it – no one carries around a pervading sense of guilt and inadequacy like teachers. They care deeply, feel strongly, and give muchly – often to a fault. Many of us are able to be professionally developed, pedagogically creative, and politically active, all while scoring way too high on any clinical assessment of personal dysfunctions.

I think it actually goes together – the passion for learning, the tolerance for teenagers, and the emotional mess most of us manage to be. Two sides of the same smashed penny.

Ruining the Pathology Curve

Not all teachers, of course. Some of you are relatively well-adjusted and fulfilled by a healthy variety of things in both your personal and professional lives. You can’t conceive of something a 16-year old said last Tuesday bugging you in the shower tomorrow morning. You’re perfectly dedicated, but you’d never sacrifice family time or lose actual sleep over the way 3rd hour butchered that project you were so excited about.

If that’s you, then bless you. Go with God. The rest of us find you weird, but we’re in no position to criticize. We have enough doubt and insecurity to keep us busy without trying to make you our scapegoat.

Still, you might dial it back a bit come March or things could get a bit ugly. At least show up disheveled or almost late once or twice. For the team.

Real Talk

Teacher FailureThe rest of us aren’t merely relieved to be wrapping up the first half of the school year, but a bit surprised to have survived it at all. You may be wondering if this was really your best choice of schools, or states, or whether or not you’re even in the right profession. You may feel like you haven’t done enough for your students, or – worse – that you’ve done everything you could and it just… didn’t work.

You may feel discouraged, or guilty, or pissed off – but not sure why. A few are genuinely broken, while others settle for denial and maybe a bit more wine than usual. One or two of you are thinking about turning in your keys and going to sell insurance for your brother-in-law like he keeps suggesting.

Do what you gotta do for your life and those you love, but allow me to first clarify a few things about this past semester, and these past few years for that matter. After that, well… it’s your call.

FIRST: It’s Not You, It’s Them.

There’s a foundational conundrum in public education which we don’t address as directly as we should, probably for fear of being misunderstood. It is this:

Most of the problems which manifest themselves in the classroom – from behavior to grades to curriculum to testing – originate outside of the teacher’s control. On the other hand, the only thing the teacher can directly shape is what he or she does to adjust and manage these issues, thus taking full responsibility.

Not culpability – responsibility. The kind we take on by choice because this is what we do; not the kind where it’s all our fault. The kind where we’re willing to bend over backwards trying to find solutions; not the kind where we’re the problem.

Elsa Let It GoAdrian can’t read, Garrett has anger issues, and Anaiyah won’t turn in assignments no matter how often you beg. Yes, you are the adult in the room who must figure out ways to address these issues. Yes, you are the educator who has taken responsibility for solving these problems as best you can. But you didn’t cause them. They are not your failure. They are not proof of anything about you, other than your willingness to keep trying.

Make like Elsa and LET IT GO. You’re killing yourself slowly with the wrong sad song. At the risk of being blunt, you’re not important enough to have messed them up this thoroughly in the short time you’ve had them, and not special enough to fix it all in a school year.

SECOND: Evaluations Aren’t Real

Unless you have a particularly enlightened and involved administration, you may safely ignore everything they say in your evaluations in terms of measuring your actual worth. You may want to jump through a few hoops to keep the rubrics happy or show you’re a “team player,” but only take official evaluations to heart if the comments resonate with you as both genuine and useful.

I’m not suggesting you grab your building rep and throw a fit in the follow-up conference. Evals are part of the gig, for both you and them. Besides, criticism can be helpful, whether it’s presented constructively or not. But most evaluations are hoops for your administration to jump through to please their bosses. They, in turn, have to keep the state happy. The system is dictated by legislators who may not even like public schooling – and who certainly have no idea what makes a successful teacher.

Jump Through HoopsDo what you gotta do to keep your gig or score that merit pay, but don’t take evals to heart if – after a reasonable period of reflection – you decide they’re neither accurate nor useful.

Because they’re probably not.

THIRD: Reject Teacher Stereotypes

I suppose there are teachers out there who suck and simply don’t care. But as Peter Greene of Curmudgucation has often pointed out, there’s nothing more difficult to manage than a classroom of bored or frustrated students. Teachers who aren’t doing their best to engage the kids in front of them aren’t saving themselves from hard work; they’re making things harder on themselves.

There are times we probably could have done better. I sometimes fail to anticipate what – in retrospect – were obvious weaknesses in my planning. I’ve certainly said the wrong things, done the wrong things, and occasionally been in a completely non-helpful state of mind. So I’m certainly not suggesting we shouldn’t be self-aware enough to always be looking for ways to improve. A certain amount of suffering and frustration can be quite productive if it helps us grow.

But the idea that the entire profession is packed with slackers and people who aren’t qualified to get real jobs is nonsense. In 23 years I’ve encountered only a handful of teachers who simply aren’t any good or aren’t doing the best they can in whatever circumstances they find themselves.

FOURTH (And Most Importantly): You’re Doing Better Than You Think

“One may sows, another weeds, someone else waters… the actual reaping comes WAY later, pal.”

I’m paraphrasing a bit, but that’s totally in the Bible. It’s from the New Testament, which we don’t really use anymore, but still…

See FurtherWe rarely see the long-term impact of our efforts in this business. Occasionally you’ll have a kid write something thoughtful in a card or say something at that sticks with you. From time to time, they’ll come back and visit or reach out on social media.

Grab on to those moments and remember them. Document them if it helps. Recognize, though, that every child who does this represents another thousand or so who don’t.

It’s not that they weren’t impacted; they just don’t think about it. They may not consciously recognize the role you played in building their little lives or how much easier you made the remainder of their academic journey. Or, they may simply not be the type to make an issue of it if they do.

It doesn’t matter. You don’t need it to do your thing. What you DO need is to realize that the lack of immediate results doesn’t condemn your efforts or your methodology. Not everything we teach shows up on state test results. Some of it doesn’t show up at all until much later. Your failure to promptly cure 140 needy children in an hour a day for 180 days doesn’t mean you suck as an educator or a person.

What it suggests to me, at least, is that you’re kicking some serious ass – the way you keep showing up and trying to find new approaches and loving them even when they make it so hard. I’m amazed at how you jump through the hoops the powers-that-be keep throwing your way while still trying to hold on to what’s really important, whatever that looks like in your world.

Chair RacingI don’t even mind some of the self-doubt and desperation to be better, to do more, to somehow make it all work. It may not be entirely healthy, but if it drives you forward and keeps you introspective – and that’s something.

But I ask you to go into this new year without carrying so much guilt, so much manufactured failure, and so much self-doubt. See yourself as I see you, as do many others whether they tell you or not. You are a miracle worker, even if the miracles aren’t quick or clear. You are a stubborn, talented, creative, committed, pedagogical mother—

Well, you get the idea.

Don’t quit. Keep sowing, weeding, and watering. You’re going to have some big wins in 2020, and it would be a shame to miss them.

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