I was so proud of my very first Stories From School blog. It shed light on an interesting subject, related directly to education practice, and allowed readers a glimpse into a topic that was current and relevant. Most importantly, however, I thought it was pretty darn funny. I identified this blog as an indicator of things to come and of my future online writing voice, allowing me to be the blogger who brought humor to his posts and allowed the reader an opportunity to both learn and smile. But, as I reflect on my tenor writing for AZK12, I’m surprised at how that trend has tapered, with tones becoming increasingly serious and even somewhat alarmist.
In other words, not at all funny.
Those who know and work with me would attest that humor, comedy, and laughter is what I value and rely upon the most. In daily interactions, it’s not hard to find levity in pretty much anything, especially when you are working with children. Humor is my friend, crutch, therapist, and way of escape. It can improve culture, put coworkers at ease, help develop trust, and, when self-deprecating, help to develop a sense of equality when serving in leadership roles.
As I reflect on my posts, and consider a new one, I find myself trying to be myself. I want to write like the guy that I am with my coworkers and friends. I desperately want to conjure something funny for this post. But, try as I might, I can’t seem to find anything remotely humorous about the current big issues in education.
There’s nothing funny about good teachers with advanced degrees who tell me they can’t afford to teach because daycare is more expensive than their salary. I can’t even force a smile when considering that years of training and preparation are being flippantly discarded in states across the country, along with millions of dollars of expense for professional development and materials. There’s not a joke to be found in testing obsession, teacher shortages, short-sighted and flailing policy writing, or students being left behind in a school because a system encourages escapism rather than investing for improvement and dealing with root causes. I can’t so much as smirk when I read clear psychological research on stunted rates of development for students in poverty, yet know that they and their teachers are held accountable growth rates identical to learners who have enjoyed the benefits of middle to upper-class backgrounds, as well as the associated neurological benefits. It’s certainly not a punchline to find leading politicians whose education policy is developed in consult with individuals with no background in the field on which they advise.
And, forgive me for not laughing as politicians use wars against – and for – teachers as political springboards, but rarely deliver on anything that actually helps children or those who have dedicated their lives to their students.
So here I am. The blogger equivalent of the old man on the porch, yelling at you to get off my lawn, and complaining about your rock n’ roll. But, the frustrating thing is that the person reflected in my recent writings is not at all who I am. I look for the silver-lining, am widely considered a positive person, and try to see the best in everyone. Indeed, I don’t even disparage the people complicit in these challenges and failures. Everyone truly believes they are doing the right thing, and nobody wakes up and says, “I think today, I will ignore authentic research, pursue failing or unproven policy, and try to make the job of teaching as difficult as possible for those who are on the front lines!”
However, that’s exactly what they end up doing, often because they believe that their favorite failing or ungrounded policy just hasn’t been implemented aggressively enough to really work.
All of this leaves me feeling very un-funny and, in spite of my best intentions the author of another “not funny” blog. It’s probably a real downer, actually. I really need to try and rediscover my inner Erma Bombeck, so I think I’ll go pick up some of the latest teacher evaluation proposals.
Now that’s hilarious stuff.