I have been out of my high school English classroom now for 5 years and I still have some of those horrible anxiety dreams: I can’t find my classroom, I enter the room and I’m naked, I walk in and kids throw pencils at me… I get fewer now, but somehow they keep me connected to my “group”. But given the new climate of educational reform, I’m glad I’m not in the war now but I’m obsessed with the misguided work in the name of educational reform.
I am standing with my fellow teachers in their classrooms, reading and sharing links that spread the word of people like Diane Ravitch and Linda Darling Hammond and the progressives.
There’s a issue with jobs right now but can you imagine what would happen if teachers could leave their classrooms? I wonder how many new teachers would give up. I wonder how many students, considering teaching as a profession will turn to something else given this new atmosphere of firing teachers who can’t keep their student scores up and moving…
I wonder what I would have done? Maybe law?
Even though I didn’t stop my Staples last week to fill a wagon with school supplies, I was out walking with my teacher bud Sharon, on a photo walk at the Hudson, a tradition we have continued even though we are not returning to a classroom. So the photo above showcases that late August walk and instead of heading for Pearl River, I got into my car and rode up the Thurway to New Paltz to help plan the upcoming year at the Hudson Valley Writing Project. So even though I don’t have my own classroom I will be in other classrooms and working with our great teachers and their students. Now a bad way to spend a year!