The Apples Don’t Fall Far From the Educational Example
We had a concert today. It doesn’t matter what we were listening to, because really, we weren’t listening. Correction. I was listening. My class was listening. My Super Colleagues’ classes were listening. But the other classes? Yea, they weren’t listening at all.
Concerts have the potential to drive me batshit crazy. I sit there and fume. And really, why do I care so much? Maybe something is wrong with ME…
During the concert, Trumpet Dude is up at the microphone talking. He’s asking for quiet, but because he’s not a teacher, he doesn’t actually wait for quiet before he proceeds to talk. But we, the teachers, are there, and should therefore be in control of our classes. Through a combination of frantic handwaving, loaded glances and deathly whispers, my Super Colleagues and I effectively coerce our friends to pay attention. Unfortunately, there are 10 OTHER classrooms with less diligent teachers present in the auditorium.
As Trumpet Dude continues to chat over the dull roar of the crowd, I look around for the source. I notice that some teachers are fully turned around and engrossed in their own conversations. Some teachers are texting. And some teachers aren’t even sitting in the vicinity of their little friends. So OF COURSE the kids are talking.
Um, WTF people?
And then I sit there, mortified that Trumpet Dude is thinking that our school is just “another one of THOSE schools” and that we are a bunch of “THOSE teachers”. When really, what do I give a shit what this guy and his trumpet think? Except I do. Because he is going to walk away with a certain feeling about teachers and what our work is like based on the actions of these totally irresponsible d-bags. And that drives me insane.
But like I said, maybe it’s just me.