I Hate My Profession Sometimes
Education is serious, and serious people do serious thinking about it. Legislative policy is serious, and serious people offer serious critiques. Issues of accountability and standards of excellence are serious, and serious people provide serious alternatives. Serious people do not create cartoons with animals singing show-tune style whinings about a law that, at its core, begins to hold teachers, administrators, and schools responsible for student achievement. Serious people do not substitute 1950s iconic imagery like red apples and one-room schoolhouses in place of nuanced, layered analysis and vigorous debate.
We ought not laugh this off. It is garbage of this nature that propagates unrealistic impressions of teachers as cuter-outers, paper-passers, sticker-applyers, bulletin board-creators and nothing else. It is crap like this that helps undermines teacher's role in our culture, deprive them of much needed respect. I wouldn't respect a profession that creates awful cartoons with flat-falling jokes and weak cheap shots rather than engage in intelligible discourse. And I cannot get past the esthetics of the whole thing. If we promote the archetype of the puppy-dog and Christmas-tree sweater wearing teacher who loves nothing more than watching kids move in a straightstraight lines, we destroy the archetype of the professional teacher who purposefully and systematically works to raise student achievement.
This is embarrassing and gross.