Once again, it is open season on teachers. They make too much money, they have too much vacation, their union is too powerful, they can't teach, and on it goes. Now the level of resentment has increased. In order to prevent another massacre as happened at Sandy Hooks, it's obvious that schools need to tighten their security (God forbid we restrict access to guns!) and of course that will cost money. The answer, let the overpaid, underworked, lazy teachers provide it.
I come from two generations of teachers. My parents socialized with other teachers. I guess it shows because people occasionally ask me if I am a teacher. They are quite surprised to find that I am not. Maybe I would have made a good teacher, maybe not. But the truth is, the idea never crossed my mind. Not once. Ever.
Because I saw what teaching did to my father and his peers. Even then, there was a lot of resentment against teachers and their supposed high benefits and pay. I saw and I heard and I read. Just like I am sure there are a lot of young people out there who are seeing and hearing and reading. How many of them are quietly saying no to the idea of going into teaching? We will never know.
We spend too much on schools! is the cry. Fine. Then let's close the schools. Shut them all down. Then we won't have to worry about spending too much on schools because we won't be spending anything on them. Isn't it funny, the United States is the wealthiest country in the world and we begrudge what is spent on education. In desperately poor Afghanistan, where the Taliban has outlawed female education, girls willingly risk their lives to attend school. Not because of some crazed gunman but because the penalty for defying the Taliban is death. It hasn't stopped them. They and their parents KNOW the value of an education.
Quite frankly I don't know why anyone would want to go into teaching these days and if I did know anyone I would strongly discourage them. I think it interesting that of my siblings only one chose to go into education and that at the university level. The same can be said about the other teachers' children that I knew. None of them went into teaching either.
Instead, I am happily employed in a job where my talents and abilities are appreciated and respected. I can go home at night and not have to read or see articles and comments saying that I am overpaid and incompetent and protected by a union and all the other crap people say about teachers. It is not MY loss that I am not standing up in front of a classroom; it is society's.
I wonder how many of those who have decided right from the beginning that teaching was not for them, just might have been the person who could have made the difference in a troubled student's life? I'll never know. I know from working with kids in the theater that they seem to like me and get along with me. So maybe I could have been one of those teachers that years later someone will say, "Oh, yes, I had her and she changed my life."
I come from two generations of teachers. My parents socialized with other teachers. I guess it shows because people occasionally ask me if I am a teacher. They are quite surprised to find that I am not. Maybe I would have made a good teacher, maybe not. But the truth is, the idea never crossed my mind. Not once. Ever.
Because I saw what teaching did to my father and his peers. Even then, there was a lot of resentment against teachers and their supposed high benefits and pay. I saw and I heard and I read. Just like I am sure there are a lot of young people out there who are seeing and hearing and reading. How many of them are quietly saying no to the idea of going into teaching? We will never know.
We spend too much on schools! is the cry. Fine. Then let's close the schools. Shut them all down. Then we won't have to worry about spending too much on schools because we won't be spending anything on them. Isn't it funny, the United States is the wealthiest country in the world and we begrudge what is spent on education. In desperately poor Afghanistan, where the Taliban has outlawed female education, girls willingly risk their lives to attend school. Not because of some crazed gunman but because the penalty for defying the Taliban is death. It hasn't stopped them. They and their parents KNOW the value of an education.
Quite frankly I don't know why anyone would want to go into teaching these days and if I did know anyone I would strongly discourage them. I think it interesting that of my siblings only one chose to go into education and that at the university level. The same can be said about the other teachers' children that I knew. None of them went into teaching either.
Instead, I am happily employed in a job where my talents and abilities are appreciated and respected. I can go home at night and not have to read or see articles and comments saying that I am overpaid and incompetent and protected by a union and all the other crap people say about teachers. It is not MY loss that I am not standing up in front of a classroom; it is society's.
I wonder how many of those who have decided right from the beginning that teaching was not for them, just might have been the person who could have made the difference in a troubled student's life? I'll never know. I know from working with kids in the theater that they seem to like me and get along with me. So maybe I could have been one of those teachers that years later someone will say, "Oh, yes, I had her and she changed my life."