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Teaching, I have learned over and over again as I go through training, is quite incredibly important to me. One of the things that had a huge impact on me was a Headteacher who was giving us a talk about... assessment techniques, I think; that wasn't really the part that struck me. What hit me right between the eyes was the way he looked at us in silence for a moment or two and then said "think about why you want to be a teacher. And if you can't give me a reason, give up this course right now." It is distressing how many times I've heard people say it's because of the money that the government pays us to train. It is distressing how many times I've felt pressured into saying that myself, merely because I don't have the time or the energy to go into the many and varied reasons that I do have, that are important to me.
Nothing, nothing frustrates me and angers me more, when I talk about - or hear others talk about - my job, than the idiots that say 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.' There is very little I have done in my life that has been harder than standing up in front of a group of 16 year olds - a group of 16 year olds who have been placed in a bottom set, who have been led to believe that education is, if not useless entirely, then at least inaccessible to them, who have lost patience with being told over and over again that their behaviour is unacceptable, their work is unacceptable, their intelligence is unacceptable - and telling them 'you should listen to me because what I have to say to you is important. You should listen to me because you can do this.' But you know what? I did it. I did it, and I got them to listen, and I got them to do work, and I got them to say - sounding surprised, and that frustrates and upsets me more than anything else - "hey, that was actually interesting!"
I love books, I love the English language, I love the incredible variety of ways that people can express themselves and the incredible variety of ways that people can reinterpret and identify with that expression. I love dabbling in new media and coming up with new ways to teach what I love so that students can start to develop their own enthusiasm for what I try to teach them. I do this because nothing makes me happier than reading something I love, except perhaps producing something in which I manage to articulate precisely what I mean to, and if I can help other people to do that...
I teach because I love it, and I teach because I can. I don't teach because of the money or the holidays or the training grant, but the stigma attached to teaching sometimes just makes it so much easier to say that.
Obviously, as with most things, you can't understand until you've done it. And I understand completely that it wouldn't be some people's cup of tea. I also understand that tea is not some people's cup of tea, although I am allowed to think you crazy for it. It doesn't dismay me that some people don't want to teach, and I'm not trying to evangelise the wonders of the teaching profession because it's a fuck of a lot of hard work, it's difficult, it's frustrating, it's tiring. But it is something that I refuse to be embarrassed about. Because the worst thing about the stigma attached is that I heard it more than at any other time in my life from people who were studying at university. The people who were supposed to be the intelligent ones, the people who didn't seem to realise that they were where they were because of teachers. No matter what they might liked to have believed, they got to that position in life because of the education they had received (as well as the privileges that came as a part of their background, but that's a whole other post) and yet it was the done thing to sneer at the people that had got them there. Fuck those people, frankly. I am proud of what I have done, and I am proud of what I have the potential to do.
And the second part of that is the hard part, of course. Because it's not just my responsibility to educate within the subject I've chosen. It's not just my place to be an English teacher, and not just because of the pastoral duties that I will have to pick up as part of my role as form tutor within the school. One of the standards for Qualified Teacher Status is to 'demonstrate the positive values, attitudes and behaviour they expect from children and young people.' Which leaves me with a hell of a lot of learning to do.
I have to not only know about the English language, but also to attempt to be a repository for all knowledge that the pupils need, or at least be aware of how I can get it. I have to be able to explain in ways that the pupils will understand why it is unacceptable to call another pupil a Jew or a gay as a term of insult. I have to explain racism carefully so that pupils understand that using 'black' as an insult is not in any way the same as using 'tall' as an insult, just because they are both things you're born with. I have to try and gently challenge the received beliefs that the pupils have come to the school with, both good and bad, and attempt to come up with ways to educate them in challenging their own beliefs. I have to constantly be aware of the fact that my beliefs and upbringing shape the way that I look at and interact with the world, too, and I have to be prepared to learn from my pupils just as much as my pupils will (hopefully) learn from me.
chopchica made an excellent post over here about the Holocaust and about how shameful it is how little is known about it by so many. I commented saying that stuff like that is a huge part of why I want to be a teacher, and she (very kindly!) responded that "Comments like this are why you're going to be such an amazing one." And the bitch of it is that I shouldn't be a damned exception.
Teachers cannot help but be a massively formative influence on their pupils' lives. If people choose to become teachers, then it is their responsibility to be fucking good ones.
Nothing, nothing frustrates me and angers me more, when I talk about - or hear others talk about - my job, than the idiots that say 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.' There is very little I have done in my life that has been harder than standing up in front of a group of 16 year olds - a group of 16 year olds who have been placed in a bottom set, who have been led to believe that education is, if not useless entirely, then at least inaccessible to them, who have lost patience with being told over and over again that their behaviour is unacceptable, their work is unacceptable, their intelligence is unacceptable - and telling them 'you should listen to me because what I have to say to you is important. You should listen to me because you can do this.' But you know what? I did it. I did it, and I got them to listen, and I got them to do work, and I got them to say - sounding surprised, and that frustrates and upsets me more than anything else - "hey, that was actually interesting!"
I love books, I love the English language, I love the incredible variety of ways that people can express themselves and the incredible variety of ways that people can reinterpret and identify with that expression. I love dabbling in new media and coming up with new ways to teach what I love so that students can start to develop their own enthusiasm for what I try to teach them. I do this because nothing makes me happier than reading something I love, except perhaps producing something in which I manage to articulate precisely what I mean to, and if I can help other people to do that...
I teach because I love it, and I teach because I can. I don't teach because of the money or the holidays or the training grant, but the stigma attached to teaching sometimes just makes it so much easier to say that.
Obviously, as with most things, you can't understand until you've done it. And I understand completely that it wouldn't be some people's cup of tea. I also understand that tea is not some people's cup of tea, although I am allowed to think you crazy for it. It doesn't dismay me that some people don't want to teach, and I'm not trying to evangelise the wonders of the teaching profession because it's a fuck of a lot of hard work, it's difficult, it's frustrating, it's tiring. But it is something that I refuse to be embarrassed about. Because the worst thing about the stigma attached is that I heard it more than at any other time in my life from people who were studying at university. The people who were supposed to be the intelligent ones, the people who didn't seem to realise that they were where they were because of teachers. No matter what they might liked to have believed, they got to that position in life because of the education they had received (as well as the privileges that came as a part of their background, but that's a whole other post) and yet it was the done thing to sneer at the people that had got them there. Fuck those people, frankly. I am proud of what I have done, and I am proud of what I have the potential to do.
And the second part of that is the hard part, of course. Because it's not just my responsibility to educate within the subject I've chosen. It's not just my place to be an English teacher, and not just because of the pastoral duties that I will have to pick up as part of my role as form tutor within the school. One of the standards for Qualified Teacher Status is to 'demonstrate the positive values, attitudes and behaviour they expect from children and young people.' Which leaves me with a hell of a lot of learning to do.
I have to not only know about the English language, but also to attempt to be a repository for all knowledge that the pupils need, or at least be aware of how I can get it. I have to be able to explain in ways that the pupils will understand why it is unacceptable to call another pupil a Jew or a gay as a term of insult. I have to explain racism carefully so that pupils understand that using 'black' as an insult is not in any way the same as using 'tall' as an insult, just because they are both things you're born with. I have to try and gently challenge the received beliefs that the pupils have come to the school with, both good and bad, and attempt to come up with ways to educate them in challenging their own beliefs. I have to constantly be aware of the fact that my beliefs and upbringing shape the way that I look at and interact with the world, too, and I have to be prepared to learn from my pupils just as much as my pupils will (hopefully) learn from me.
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Teachers cannot help but be a massively formative influence on their pupils' lives. If people choose to become teachers, then it is their responsibility to be fucking good ones.
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Date: 2008-05-02 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-02 04:59 pm (UTC)I am so, so, so proud of you, you have no idea.
And also just a little bit proud of myself, to be entirely honest, because I knew it. I knew that you were going to be an amazing teacher. So there. :D
<3
Now, LJ, eat this comment too and I will, er. Weep, most probably. *sighs*
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:08 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:02 pm (UTC)I made this comment elsewhere not so very long ago, and I'm going to make it again here. I think, because you find this comment/truism/whatever frustrating, it may be worth a little reframing of it.
I think there is wisdom in it, when you consider it to mean this:
Those who can, right now, do this thing, should do it, and those who cannot (but previously could), because they are either past their prime, or injured, or whatever, should teach others how to do it, and maybe even have, socially, the obligation to do so.
That is, one meaning could be is that when one has a skill, and is not able to use it, one ought to pass it on. See: most professional coaches of sports, or grandmothers overseeing the season's canning of food, or even grandfathers teaching their grandkids to whittle and over time the skill passes on or shifts focus, when Grandpa's hands are arthritic but he can still tell little Johnny or Janey what could be done differently.
Anyway. I'm not saying this is what people mean by it all the time, nor even that this was the origination of the phrase. I'm only saying, if it is frustrating to hear it and hear only the condemnation of teachers, then it might be worth trying to hear it to mean this. I know a lot of folks hear it to mean "if you can't do anything worth a damn, then whee, be a teacher," and I suspect some would-be teachers understand it this way as well, and therefore expect this to be an easy job, but those of you who do take the task seriously, I choose to think that's not what it means to you at all.
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:56 pm (UTC)I had a teacher last year who was good at his subject and at teaching, but he's kind of horrible as a person. And my Swedish/English teacher is... Well, she's not all that good at her subjects, but more importantly, she's not a good teacher. Half the time, it seems like she's just trying to pass the time. Her classes are boring, and she can't control the class at all.
I think you'll make an awesome teacher :D
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Date: 2008-05-03 11:30 am (UTC)I don't see the point of being a boring teacher, seriously. And I know that sounds weird, that people think it's not something that can be controlled, but it genuinely takes about an extra half hour/hour to come up with a way to teach that'll be interesting for pupils, and as a result it'll be more interesting to teach! Shock, eh? It's totally possible to enjoy the job. And enthusiasm for your subject is genuinely something that transfers itself to pupils, too, which makes classes go - boisterously, yes, but well too. I keep getting comments about how students are contributing in my classes who usually just stay quiet, and that's one of the most rewarding things to be told. :)
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Date: 2008-05-02 06:42 pm (UTC)fangirlingrespect.no subject
Date: 2008-05-03 03:27 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, and I hope I don't disappoint by devolving back into my usual silly and stargate-squee-y self. ;)
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Date: 2008-05-03 03:38 pm (UTC)And I do not think a person will all the common sense of a teaspoon can complain about anyone else being silly. :P
(And anyway, my current main fandom is rife with teenage-vampire-romance. ROFL as if I can complain about squee.)
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Date: 2008-05-04 07:59 am (UTC)...teenage-vampire-romance? Dare I ask?
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Date: 2008-05-02 06:53 pm (UTC)Yes.
Thank you, and thank you for putting this so eloquently and well.
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Date: 2008-05-03 03:35 pm (UTC)I will never ever complain about long responses because livejournal is a forum for discussion and I don't have time to read as many journals as I'd like.
Thank you for thanking your teacher. I know that sounds bizarre, but I swear this is one of the most thankless professions there is - so frequently the most necessary ones are - so any moment of appreciation is worth so much.
What're you studying?
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Date: 2008-05-02 07:27 pm (UTC)I don't want to be a teacher because I know that I can't handle the responsibility. I'm one of those who can't. The respect I have for you, and for other people who can, and do, is pretty much without bounds.
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Date: 2008-05-02 09:35 pm (UTC)There are times I feel like I should be where you are now. This is one of them.
Because you're right, and more people who understand that should be going into teaching.
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Date: 2008-05-04 07:41 am (UTC)My parents... didn't seem to take all that much interest in my education, which was simultaneously bad - my work ethic sucks and I have never learned to do homework - and good - if I was working on something I worked on it HARD because it was something I wanted to do. Can't imagine living with teachers. XD
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Date: 2008-05-02 10:29 pm (UTC)You are an amazing teacher, I can tell already. I have huge heaps of respect and admiration for teachers like you who have the power to change people's lives and do. I've had some awesome teachers in my school days, and it makes me so mad when others don't appreciate them. They most definitely helped me get to where I am (in grad school, zomg!) and helped to develop who I am. Teachers are awesome. ♥
And also, I can totally relate to being in an under-appreciated profession. I am a librarian-in-training and we are in pretty much the same boat. Everyone just wants to Google everything now and has no understanding of what librarians actually do. Even my own dad and stepmom disapprove of my professional choice (though thankfully almost everyone else I know is more supportive). So, from one downtrodden but inspired professional to another, rock on! \o/
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Date: 2008-05-04 07:44 am (UTC)Librarians are awesome and you get much respect from my direction; I don't understand your dad and stepmum's position, I have to say, but that could be because my own mother's just so grateful that I am not shiftless and unemployed, that I have some direction, that I don't understand anyone who wouldn't appreciate that, y'know? :D
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Date: 2008-05-02 10:45 pm (UTC)What hit me right between the eyes was the way he looked at us in silence for a moment or two and then said "think about why you want to be a teacher. And if you can't give me a reason, give up this course right now."
Someone said a very similar thing to us about why we wanted to be doctors. You have to have a reason, and a good one, otherwise you'd fall apart or drop out or both. I imagine it's much the same on your course.
For me, the reason is the Gandhi quote: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
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Date: 2008-05-04 07:47 am (UTC)That's a lovely quote and I'm gonna have to make note of it somewhere - I have a shameful lack of knowledge about Gandhi, 'tis true.
I think with teachers... it's less that you'll drop out. To be honest, they do everything in their power to prevent you from dropping out, which... that's part of the problem, maybe? I don't know. People seem to qualify and then the good ones emigrate, which leaves the education system here in kinda a sucky position. If I were a better person I'd go teach in some inner city school with dire need, but - well. Maybe I'll do it later. Not right now. But yeah - possibly more drop outs would be better in terms of the quality of teaching. Maybe not.
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Date: 2008-05-03 10:22 am (UTC)Exactly. and that is why after 2 years in college I packed it in and got a job as a clerk. Like nursing it has to be a vocation. After my first teaching practice I realised I just didn't have it in me to persevere and teach children who don't want to learn. I don't have the personality to impress or the charisma to lead.
May be we should alter that saying to "Those that can, do, those that can't, teach. Those who can teach others what they can do are an exception and deserve to be cherished"?
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Date: 2008-05-04 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-04 03:23 pm (UTC)Hmm, maybe "deserve to be cherished and to have a pay rise"?
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Date: 2008-05-06 09:18 am (UTC)Seriously, I would have loved to have had more teachers like you - I think the teachers one has really make or break the entire school experience. What age groups are you (interested in) working with? You're in the UK, right?
On a sidenote - and I hope you don't mind my speaking up about this - the way you used "bitch" to convey "pain in the neck" in your second-to-last paragraph struck me as being somewhat at odds with your desire to stress the importance of equality and the power of words as oppressive tools. What are your thoughts on that?