I’ve been a teacher for less than a year, and I’m already sick of this conversation.
“So what do you do?”
“I’m a teacher.”
“Really? Let me briefly articulate every problem with the American education system and what you need to do to fix it.”
“Wow, thanks. You’re saying I should make it fun for my students? Like, by trying to engage them with the content? Wow! It’s amazing no one has ever thought of that before. Thanks! Since you’re such a wealth of information, why don’t you tell me what to do when a student keeps coming to class sobbing about her abusive parents, but when I call the police they say their hands are tied, and because WA State doesn’t recognize emotional abuse as child abuse, they’re right? What do I do about the kid whose mother takes him out of my remedial reading class because he ‘doesn’t need it’ and then he fails every class he’s in because he can’t read? If only I had a snappy one liner! If only I were more like Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society!”
When you’re president, I’m pretty sure these conversations happen a lot more frequently. I’m also pretty sure you’re not allowed to harbor crippling emotional disorders.