Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Last Day (Part 2 or Redux or Something)

Last Friday was my last day of teaching at Lassiter, and — if I have anything to do with it — my last day teaching in public school, or even in private school in all likelihood. A lot has transpired since my first "Last Day" posting on July 31, 2007. Much went into my decision to resign, and I want to place some of my reasoning here, though the public nature of this post (though, admittedly, this won't be widely read) will require me to be circumspect in some details.

I guess first and foremost I should emphasize my resignation really had nothing to do with my students except in tangential and collateral damage sorts of ways. If I continue to do theatre stuff down the road, and I plan to, then I want to continue to work primarily with young people. And maybe even some of those great kids I left behind. The main conflicts were more due to my own inner thoughts, feelings, and philosophies played out against a very broken bureaucracy of public education; my students were one of the very, very few bright spots in the situation.

Major reason Numero Uno: Not a good fit. Dave Ramsey (financial guru) has this bus analogy for the employer/employee relationship that works well here. The idea is that the employer and the employee want to make sure not only that the employee is on the right bus (i.e., company, division in a company, etc.), but that he is in the right seat (i.e., the right job for his skills, temperament, etc.). Well, when I interviewed for the position, I believed I was being offered a particular seat: drama teacher with a couple of English classes until I could grew the program. When school started I was in essence "told" through actions and directives that seat didn't really exist, and I was to take this seat over here: English teacher with a side of drama. There is much, much more that goes into this — such as unfulfilled expectations on both sides of the equation, some compromising of my own convictions, and on and on — but the end result is that the "fit" wasn't there. So much so that the process for my termination due to ineffectiveness was begun. Now, the powers that be would probably publicly deny that assertion, after all they were just trying to help, but the message seemed clear to me.

Another reason I have alluded earlier: the
very broken bureaucracy of public education. Public education is no longer about educating students. It is about money, federal money. As much as I support President Bush in most things, No Child Left Behind has shattered public education. Public school systems now worship at the altar of the all-mighty AYP (Acceptable Yearly Progress). Schools and school systems must meet certain AYP goals every year in order to get that federal handout. The results of this for the teacher are profound and reach to the very core of teaching. One practical result is the explosion of bureaucratic paperwork that is heaped on teachers in efforts to "document" ... well ... everything. Bottom line: teachers are told exactly what to teach, how they are to teach it, when and what to document (everything, all the time) it, and the repercussions of not doing it. Unreasonable amounts of time are utterly wasted with this. Teaching is nothing like the profession it was when I left in '97.

When I left teaching in '97, I had a deep-seated conviction that public education was not the place for me. It wasn't the same profession I'd entered years before. So, you can see how far removed it is now from what I entered 20-or-so years ago. In '06, because nothing else seemed available to me, I compromised that conviction and took a job back in a public school. I now view that as a mistake. (If any former students are reading this, please do not hear what I'm not saying. My getting to know and work with you was not a mistake, that was a positive reward, a gift I didn't deserve, for compromising in the first place. You kept me going for as long as I did.)

Other things that factored into my decision ... Lack of sleep and high level of stress because of all the aforementioned. The way this particular position (teacher, whether drama or English or anything else) takes over one's whole life; it is all-consuming. It is amazing how all waking (and some sleeping) moments are given over to some aspect of teaching (instruction, planning, documenting, grading, creating lesson plans and curriculum, discipline, developing assessments, thinking about all this stuff, and much much more). Building up drama programs is probably more a young person's game than for someone who's approaching the big five-oh.

Time was also a big issue, or the lack thereof. There are more important things in my life other than the work I do. Things that are more important to me include, in no particular order: my wife, my children (and two sons-in-law), my grandsons, my church, my own spiritual and physical health. As I said above, this job (teaching) is all-consuming. Yet I tried to make it not be and make sure I made time for these things I am convinced are more important. That necessitated some of the teaching things not to get done in time or, possibly, not done at all. Bureaucracies don't like that.

Well, this post is probably long enough. I hope I have given some sense of what was behind my decision to walk away from teaching. There are other things that contributed to my decision, and even those things mentioned here are only really the surface of those issues. I had higher hopes almost 16 months ago, and I'm sad that it didn't work out. I just couldn't tough it out anymore; my strength was gone.

I certainly have some challenges ahead of me, but I'm fully convinced I'm back on the right track. It's not really a good time to be making a change like this, what with the economy the way it is and all, but as I trust in the Lord, He will make straight paths for my feet (Prov. 3:5&6). That, along with the many family and friends who have shown their support, gives me much comfort.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Long Time

Yeah, it's been a long time since I last posted. Guess it's a little too public for what I've really been thinking and feeling for the last few months. And I'm not really up for piffle except for my Facebook status. So, I'll post this just to kinda keep it alive for now. Maybe I'll have more to say in the next few weeks.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

It Made Me Smile

I had a new student walk into class today.

"What's your name?"

"Isadora."

I immediately thought, "Da vaultz. Da Cha." I smiled at a happy memory.

She came in through Isadora, and brightened my day for while.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Last Day

Today is really my last day of summer — such as it was — because I have to go to school tomorrow since I'm a new teacher to LHS. I could probably beg off without repercussion, but it's probably better to go. I was planning on being up there anyway. I just hope it's not going to be an all day thing. Then, I need to be at LHS on Friday for something called "GO Day." I might or might not stay away from the school on Thursday.

So how did I spend my last glorious day of summer?

  • Trying to get Judy's car to start so I could take it to the shop. Unsuccessful so far.
  • Paying bills.
  • Doing some paperwork for Jack for KSU.
  • Mowing the lawn.

Obviously, the excitement is non-stop.

:-p *pffpfffpffpffpfffpfffft!*

I am starting to get excited about the new school year. I just wish that I'd been able to get a few other things done this summer that I had hoped/planned to do. Oh, well. Onward and (hopefully) upward.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Embarrassment

Well ... maybe not actually embarrassed, but ... Caught some bits of Woodstock on VH1 Classic this afternoon. Though the people involved were a bit older than me (I was 11), they were still "my generation" — baby boomers — and for the most part, they come across as a bunch of idiots. All the swiss-cheese-brained, naive, hippie-talk is just embarrassing. Of course, it was all there: the man's, the groovy's, the far-out's, the ever-present like's (that ain't a new phenomenon), the stoner laughs along with the fuzzy-minded peace, love, and rock & roll philosophy spewed by naive true believers and huckster con-artists alike. It was amazing how the "idealistic" filmmakers made sure the naked girls they filmed just happened to be the pretty ones (or maybe I should blame the director/editor). The saddest shot was of of little kids, about two or three years old, watching dad toke it up. I hope they made out all right in the end, but I can't help but have my doubts.

Joe Cocker is scary.

But I guess it wasn't all that bad; I did get to see CSN do Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (their first public performance as a group). So, not a total loss. :-)

Well, Carlos Santana was awesome, too.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

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Friday, May 25, 2007

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