I found it via Michelle and it’s been linked to eight-gazillion sites already, but just in case you live on the moon and haven’t come across it, go here for the original story.
To sum up: A mean, nasty elementary school teacher polled her students for their presidential candidates, responded to two McCain fans with “Oh Lord, John McCain!” and “Oh Jesus, John McCain!”, put a little girl whose father was in the military on the spot and almost made her cry while declaring “It’s a senseless war!”, and was very pleased when her classroom voted Obama in a mock poll.
Cue the chorus: “What, exactly, did that have to do with reading, writing and ‘rithmatic?” Answer: “Nothing, of course!”
Oh, and also, her grammar was atrocious.
I had a discussion once with a friend (let’s call her Betty) whose life passion was to become a teacher for underprivileged children in big cities. She was very very specific about the fact that she did NOT want to teach rich children in cushy private schools, even though it would have given her a better standard of living and saved her from years of graduate school. (Because of the more strict regulations/requirements for public school teachers, many graduates of Ye Olde Liberal Arts College began teaching in private schools the year after they graduated. She refused that route.)
I have never failed to admire her passion, her dedication, her willingness to devote her life and forego her comforts in order to follow her calling.
What I couldn’t agree with was her equally passionate belief that her job was to change the minds of thirty children a year and by doing so change the world.
She believed it was her job to teach children to be less greedy, to share their belongings, to realize that the world is one big village, that people can be BETTER than capitalism.
It will shock readers of this blog that I did not agree with Betty on this point. (Not.) Here I have to give Betty massive props — we had a long and involved discussion comparing our points of view and she was more than willing to have her assumptions challenged, which I as usual did with all the delicacy and sophistication of a sledgehammer. Brava, Betty!
What I thought, and tried to convey, was that it was not her job to bring a particular politician discourse into the classroom. I pointed out that her view — that capitalism was bad, that children could have higher aspirations — was clearly on the left side of the political doctrine. I asked how she would feel if a teacher began instructing her children, or her friends’ children, to favor stereotypically “right” points of view — that homosexuality was evil, that poor people deserved to be poor, that atheists were destined for hell, etc. (Note – I said “stereotypical”, and I specified that at the time. That’s not what I consider actual conservative viewpoints — it’s what liberals incorrectly think are “right” viewpoints – and I specified that too.)
She agreed that she wouldn’t like the flip side, but she was not real happy or comfortable with the resulting conclusion. As Betty put it, “But if that’s not my job as a teacher, then what have I sacrificed all this for?”
I could never be a teacher. I do not have the requisite patience nor sufficient ability to explain concepts that just “click” with me. That’s why I admire Betty, and others like her, so greatly.
But I remember the best teachers in my life, starting from my first grade teacher (Mrs. Montgomery), my third grade teacher (Mrs. MacMillan), especially my sixth-grade teacher (Mrs. Turak), and a number of junior high school and high school teachers. I remember their passion for teaching and their absolute devotion to my learning grammar, history, math and the rest. The best teachers managed to make their lessons so dramatic and interesting that STILL, to this day, I owe Mrs. Turak my sketchy knowledge of Thermopolae and the Battle of Marathon, as well as Watership Down and Scipio Africanus. Oh, and she’s the only reason I memorized the first part of the Declaration of Independence.
Here’s the other thing I remember about those greatest of my teachers: I have absolutely no idea whether they voted Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal.
I owe them a great debt and I will never forget them or stop being appreciative for their gift of teaching . . . WITHOUT any political bias, of either flavor.
And that is how it should be.
(P.S. Please mind the usual disclaimer — I may not share her politics, but so what? Betty’s a friend of mine, and a good one. Diss her and you get the sledgehammer.
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