The primary job of the teacher is problem-solving. I’ll try to explain, but if you are a teacher and that doesn’t make sense you should quit immediately.
Adequately addressing the issue of trauma in our schools requires much more than awareness. It’s a massive issue deserving of massive attention. It will require a massive investment of time in money in the very places that we have ignored for decades. The wave of concern in public education has never centered around the schools that are most impacted by trauma, but their adjacent suburbs. Many of our young folks are calloused by trauma, and beginning to soften the callous will require an ambitious and layered approach beyond what our schools and 90 minute PDs are currently providing. It will likely require conversation and systemic change.
It is the problem of the island teacher - the hardworking and talented guy or gal that sees the chaos in the hallways and decides to shut their door, maybe even lock it, pull their students in for class, and work like hell to be great in their own room.
I thought I would make teaching look cool; like a tortured, starving artist except with social skills.
It just all seemed like the instructional equivalent of breadcrumbs. There was too much filler, and not enough crab meat.
It seems that we have built a state system that limits college to only the wealthiest students and families.
We need less testing.
We need better tests.
And as always, our mistakes in this area are hurting our most struggling students the most.
We do our profession a grave disservice with sweeping generalizations, blanket compliments, and vague critiques.
And there are millions more walls that I am blind to, they are built with money on the backs of people and experiences, and they are every bit as damning as the ones I have listed.
I’m just thankful that my wife is enough of an ass to tell me that I should probably work on taking up a little less space, instead of packing her bags.
I wish they said those things too so that I would feel more like the teachers in the movies. If we could all just be a little more like Ron Clark or the Freedom Writers lady, then maybe this whole mess of public education in America would be fixed.
And in the week of This is America, I think so many of us are the kind of the person trying not to watch as we slip on our expensive coats. It’s tempting to just keep looking forward and not notice the person waiting for the bus. In a more corporate sense, it is really easy to forget about the things that don’t impact our own lives. It’s the allure of that blissful ignorance that allows those around us to be uncomfortable while we slip into our luxury cars.