Tomorrow is the last day of school. It’s the day, the ONE day of the year when I have no doubt that I made the right decision to become a teacher. Some days I feel in tune with John Dewey, who said:
“I believe that every teacher should realize the dignity of his calling; that he is a social servant set apart for the maintenance of proper social order and the securing of the right social growth. I believe that in this way the teacher always is the prophet of the true God and the usherer in of the true kingdom of God.”
Other days I wonder why I keep this job when the pay is sub-standard and the curriculum is controlled by legislators and bureaucrats. Who, by the way, could be LESS qualified to make educational policy than politicians? It’s like having your garbage man do your interior design, or your barber do your taxes; it’s incongruous, illogical, and doomed to failure.
But then I realize I get two months off, and I see how genuinely sad my students are for the year to end (well, for a few seconds), and I think maybe I made the right choice. For a day, at least.