I think it’s been a very sad week for education. We began the week with all sorts of excitement over the highly-promoted Education Nation over on NBC. How naive…
I sit here blogging now, thinking back on last Saturday afternoon. I had worked myself into a frenzy of DVR madness as I attempted to record every last minute.
I was ready to soak up all the dialogue.
I was ready to see teachers take a stand.
I was ready to see complicated issues tackled…things like the impact of poverty, standardized testing, RTTT, the common core standards, accountability, teacher evaluations…holding my breath with nerdy anticipation.
I was foolish.
How could I not smell the dog and pony show a mile away?
Then, a lovely reader directed my attention to the absolute ridiculousness that is happening in the LA Times. I mean, how many times can it be said that using test scores to measure the overall effectiveness of a teacher makes about as much sense as tits on a bull? (Pardon the expression, but honestly? At this point, there’s no other way to slice it. It’s just ridiculous and has to stop.)
No sooner did I step down off my soap box, fresh from my latest rant on the bullsh*t that is publicly humiliating teachers and calling it reform, then I found out that a teacher mentioned in this LA Times assault on teachers committed suicide.
Now, we don’t know if this particular gentleman had other problems in his life, however, I am fairly certain that being publicly labeled as “ineffective” did absolutely nothing to help. I am sick over this. Sick. First of all, using test scores alone to label teaching in some of the hardest school districts as “ineffective” without considering any other contextual factors is irresponsible and disgusting. Tell me, HOW does this type of behavior help teachers? Help children? Help anyone but the people trying to sell newspapers?
So ENOUGH with the public shaming of teachers. Hard working teachers are the LAST people who should be ashamed over the state of our public schools. And in this situation, we have NOTHING to be ashamed about. If I see one more finger pointed at us, I’m telling you, I’m going to reach across the internet and Snap. It. Off.