Crisis of Faith

Y’all lost Jeff.

I find myself entirely uninterested in matters ed-tech, ed-policy, or ed-anything related, aside from what’s going on in my own classroom. The Twitterverse (cringe) bores the hell out of me; I’ve nothing to blog about; and too much of my time has been taken up by meetings about technology products that are supposed to make my life easier from a paperwork point of view but don’t give me anything to work with in terms of things my actual students need to do.

Go tell him he doesn’t have the right to refuse tech.

Back On The Mainland

Well, that was awkward.

To set it straight, I was blogging back when blogs were written on paper and called “journals” (it’s an old-person thing – don’t worry about it) and maintained a pretty detailed record of that spectacular admixture of ignorance and hubris called “student teaching.” Those posts were a copied-and-pasted time capsule from five years ago, from a very different timeAnd if those were the posts I included, imagine the horrific self-incriminating garbage I left out. Please stop imagining now..

So. As much as I appreciated returning home to all the well-wishes and encouragement and assurances that, if I only stuck it out, teaching would get better … um … well I can’t even begin to phrase a response. “Thanks,” maybe. With one eyebrow upraised.

And as much as I’m glad that dude’s stint here is over and as much as I want to totally disavow his technique, attitude, and face, he and his commenters raised some worthy issues:

On Young v. Old

In response to 21-yo Dan’s blatant aversion to age & experience, Laelia (nee Nancy Sharoff) responds with some ageism of her own:

Oh honey, one might refer to your post as the result of the ‘innocence of youth’, however, in your case we might need to adjust that phrase to the ‘ignorance of youth’. FYI – I’m more than twice your age. We too face a dilema – that of how to deal w/ those still wet behind the ears, those that trip over their own feet, those who believe that the ‘truth’ resides only within them, those who have not learned the lessons that history has taught (that what goes around, comes around), oh wait….I must be talking about some of my peers – those 20-somethings.

She seems to have missed the mark with her nine-month prediction of my retirement (sigh … see first paragraph) but her comment (and my dumb, younger cousin’s post) points out the awkwardness of 60-yos and 20-yos working side-by-side under equal rank. Can another job claim that kind of weirdness? What do we do with thatOld people, be the teachers you want young people to become. Young people, give ’em a second look. (But not a third.)?

On Being Cool

Though my attempts to convert social currency into learning outcomes died a strange death several years ago, they morphed into something best described by TheInfamousJ’s comment:

My students respect my personality and I respect theirs.

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I discovered that the best thing is not being cool, but asking them to teach you how to be “with it”. If you mean it, it shows them the kind of respect that you want them to give you … and they do (although sometimes with ‘kids these days’ you don’t recognize it as the respect you are used to seeing).

I’d add detached, dispassionate discipline to his confident, sincerely-interested teacher, all of which, taken as a sum, seems kinda … well … cool? … no no NO … I will not go down this path again.

On The Whole Thing

Thanks, everyone, for not asking the obvious question: what kind of self-obsessed loser guestblogs for himself?

Guest Blogger: Sucking Air

[This week’s guest blogger is Dan Meyer, a 21-yo student teacher from Sacramento who doesn’t realize he’ll one day consider six hours of sleep to be rather extravagant.]

Approximately eight hours for classes (in which I teach and am taught), four or five hours for prep work and homework, I’ve got a scant six hours in which to sleep, and I try to scrape an hour out of the remains in which to lift weights at the rec hall. I’ve never been this busy. I’m hoping that things will reach a steadier state for me because I’m burning out fast.

And it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel like such a failure. I had a real bad day on Thursday, wherein the class kinda ran all over the place, all over me, and didn’t do their assigned work. At least my supervising teacher happened to be there for his bimonthly review visit. I mean, at least there’s that.

When I apply for teaching jobs, when they ask for three adjectives to describe myself, I won’t hesitate: incompetent, discouraged, burned-out.

Guest Blogger: Back-2-Skool

[This week’s guest blogger is Dan Meyer, a 21-yo student teacher from Sacramento who really doesn’t have a clue what he’s stepped in this time.]

I drove an hour for twenty minutes of work.

At back-to-school night, what few parents there were didn’t trust me. One verified (in front of me) that I wasn’t ever going to be alone in the classroom. Another, in my short-term, spoke glowingly of [my master teacher’s] teaching and I didn’t have the courage to tell her that hi, I’m Dan, 21 years young, no experience, and I’ll be the one teaching your kid pretty soon. If they only knew how much good I’m gonna be for their kids. [sorry, fella, not this year -ed.]

Guest Blogger: Hawkins

[This week’s guest blogger is Dan Meyer, a 21-yo student teacher from Sacramento who doesn’t get along very well with other teachers.]

There was a substitute for my master teacher yesterday. Though she [the master teacher. -ed] does nothing in the class anymore except write comments on my teaching, because I’m not accredited in any way, she has to have a substitute. The kids were confused, too.

I told him that I could handle roll and he could take a nap, but he wasn’t having anything of it. His introduction to the class was not pleasant. He said he had a stack of referrals and he’d use them. A couple of kids buzzed in the back and he ordered them quiet. “Don’t make me be a sub,” he yelled and I got the impression that this was his go-to line, his ace-in-the-hole guaranteed to curry the kids’ favor. I can’t imagine the average reception being any warmer than it was in my class. They hated him. He yelled when a kid dropped a pencil.

After he told the kids he’d refer them if they didn’t listen to me, implying plainly that I couldn’t handle myself, both I and the kids were stifling laughter. I had to turn to the whiteboard and cover my mouth while I gained composure. By the end of today — a low-key test and worksheet day — he had thrown two girls out. That just doesn’t happen under these circumstances.

As the kids filed out after class, his expression was smug. “Good cop, bad cop,” he said to me and sighed, as if he were rubbing the luckiest charm on his bracelet. So he thought that raging tyrant routine was doing me a favor. I wanted to sock him in the nose for all the trouble it would be to clean up his mess.

Plus, he thought I was a high schooler and called me a “TA”. I’m a student teacher, bitch! [look, I apologize for this guy. -ed]