It is only as I am approaching 50, with twenty-three years of public school teaching behind me, that I am able to see the gloriously disastrous ways in which schools screw up–over and over again. I remember reading some movie review by Pauline Kael when I first started teaching, and she said that high school was a special kind of hell. It took a long time for me to figure out what she meant.
New teachers who have the energy to make change in the school are not normally aware of how screwed up the system is, while older, wiser teachers know and don’t have the energy to change it.
I’m using the word “energy” because that’s the case for a lot of career teachers. It’s not about courage for many older teachers, although there are a lot of cowards who kiss administration’s ass in order to keep their job and then bitch about them constantly in the faculty lounge. But the traditional school system does not work, and older, wiser teachers know it.
Call me a pussy for not beginning the rebellion. I’m tired. All I have the energy to do is gripe and continue whoring for the profession I once loved. Here are the whore’s stories.