The Seventies: Got my first full-time, regular-paycheck teaching job in 1975--something of a miracle, as there was a teacher glut in Michigan. Was hired because the principal needed someone right away and we were on the same humor wavelength in the interview. Soon learned that there was no district curriculum for music or any other subjects. Chose my own teaching materials from catalogs--wasn't that a curriculum? Taught whatever and however I wanted--no content or instructional oversight and nothing resembling "professional development."
Heard "don't smile until Christmas" about 50 times from other teachers, sum total of any "mentoring" I got. Saw teachers smack kids (still permitted by law)--and heard lots of lounge talk about chaos that would happen if the right to paddle was taken away. Was pink-slipped in Years Two, Three, Four and Six, and always called back--once because of a lawsuit, after registering for unemployment--all tied to precarious, locally voted school funding.
Gave statewide tests--the MEAPs, then a basic-skills check--but nobody considered them a big deal. Was happy that Jimmy Carter instituted a cabinet position for education--about time! Had a few friends who taught in Detroit--envied their superior facilities, resources and paychecks. Teaching seemed like a fulfilling, creative, autonomous profession. Most days, it was lots of fun.
The Seventies: Got my first full-time, regular-paycheck teaching job in 1975--something of a miracle, as there was a teacher glut in Michigan. Was hired because the principal needed someone right away and we were on the same humor wavelength in the interview. Soon learned that there was no district curriculum for music or any other subjects. Chose my own teaching materials from catalogs--wasn't that a curriculum? Taught whatever and however I wanted--no content or instructional oversight and nothing resembling "professional development."
Heard "don't smile until Christmas" about 50 times from other teachers, sum total of any "mentoring" I got. Saw teachers smack kids (still permitted by law)--and heard lots of lounge talk about chaos that would happen if the right to paddle was taken away. Was pink-slipped in Years Two, Three, Four and Six, and always called back--once because of a lawsuit, after registering for unemployment--all tied to precarious, locally voted school funding.
Gave statewide tests--the MEAPs, then a basic-skills check--but nobody considered them a big deal. Was happy that Jimmy Carter instituted a cabinet position for education--about time! Had a few friends who taught in Detroit--envied their superior facilities, resources and paychecks. Teaching seemed like a fulfilling, creative, autonomous profession. Most days, it was lots of fun.
How do I get these kids motivated? How do I break a complex model in chemistry into understandable chunks — and then design engaging lessons to teach those concepts? How can I measure learning besides multiple choice quizzes, which only tell me which students have memorized the text? Why don’t they bring their books and pencils to class? Why don’t I get help from my principal with my instructional struggles? Half of my honors class gets it, but the other half doesn’t — I taught them, but they didn’t learn!
This was before "21st century learning"
• We could look at what successful nations do, across the gamut: staffing, instruction, curriculum, class size, facilities, ongoing professional development. I'd be willing to bet that we outspend every other country on athletic programming and facilities. I'd be willing to bet we spend more on administrative costs, too.
• We could put cost-benefit analyses of the advantages of a fully educated society front and center in policy creation. Pay now for high-quality preschool and rich early childhood services—or pay later, for incarceration, remedial schooling and crime.
• We could start believing that investment in teaching, schools and innovation is the only way we will ever have a fully educated populace. Investment is not synonymous with throwing money at problems. But over the long haul, the only way we'll fix the system is through carefully putting money into quality.
Hi Nancy-
Thanks for sharing why you teach. I wish I had you as my music teacher when I was growing up. As I look back I am not sure what I learned in my music classes. I participated in chorus, however I was never nurtured, never inspired. I needed a patient teacher with a passion for their craft. Who can give a random act of culture to their students. My post is a little different than the rest on SFS AZ. It was difficult to put into words why I teach. When you have a chance I invite you to read my post.