the 408 sums up the place where I live and have lived for, oh, maybe four or five years now. Yes. This is how I feel. And there are enough of us out there who have stayed, want to stay longer, take the idea of teaching as a profession seriously, and yet constantly teeter on the edge of leaving because the way things work now leaves so many of our personal and professional needs unmet. Quibble about the solutions but start listening because when those who can’t quit and those who can and have for years retire, we’ll either be here… or we won’t.
Related: I am thinking about submitting a resume to apply for a position as a school director at TFA summer institute this coming summer. Or maybe curriculum specialist. To cross some possibilities off the list or put them back on the list in bolder print. Still, I’m playing my friend Allanna’s game in my head: good idea/bad idea? Good idea: practice leadership but only for a few weeks. Bad idea: give up the kind of summer that helps me feel sane. Good idea: make a few thousand extra (after paying $1000 for emergency vet care yesterday, this feels like an even better idea!). Bad idea: this thing would start the day after school gets out!
Related: Talking about the school director job with some colleagues led to the conclusion, shared by all of us, that (a) It’s unbelievable how young people become principals these days. I mean, three, four years of teaching, all in the same school, and you think you know 1/10th of enough to run a school? To even be taken seriously? Eight years in, the possibility that it could, one day, happen, has only begun to make any sense. And I’m not talking about next year or the year after, either. My principal says, have some kids first. My friend says, maybe after 15 years of teaching. And no way in hell will you find me in one of those principal fast-track programs. If it happens, it’s going to happen after a year or two years in a reputable, rigorous school leadership program. And (b) you can’t be a principal for twenty-five years! (at least not in NYC). That’s crazy thinking. I can’t explain this one: it’s just true.