Out of a Job; In the News
The jig is up
The news is out
They finally found me
The Renegade who had it made
Retrieved for the bounty
Nevermore to go astray
This’ll be the end today
Of the wanted man
That’s how Mr. Teachbad feels today.
But tomorrow is a new day. And in about two weeks, teachers will be getting ready for stupid meetings. And they will be hoping their word walls are in the right place, with the right words. And teaching will still be judged by them as a pretty crappy, thankless job. For hundreds of thousands. A million or more? And it’s right about now that the ball in your stomach starts to knot up tighter. The dreams. The panic. The denial. The inevitable.
And it all seems so stupid. It’s just kids. It’s just these admins with their check boxes to check. It makes you even more anxious when you realize, again, that you are being squeezed and degraded by morons on both sides. No matter how many times you do it, you still do it. You have your reasons.
But Teachbad will not be there to share in these glorious annual rituals. My full-time job now is to support you as you drink your cup of demoralizing silliness and suffering.
The cup passeth over me because I was fired from my job in the District of Columbia Public Schools (DCPS) a few weeks ago. There were 206 of us fired and it was, no doubt, a great day for children. I thought maybe there would be a parade or something, but I guess it was just obvious enough to all that children are now being put first and that probably everything will be OK.
Or maybe they are planning something for the first day of school. They could put giant poster mug shots of us in front of schools and around town with captions like:
Rest Easy, DC!! This piece of shit is no longer writing down objectives on the white board that don’t track to the standard…Not in Our Town!!
Your kid can’t read and never comes to school, so we fired THIS bitch. YEAH!!
So, anyway, I was fired. Unceremoniously and with two form letters. One in regular mail; one certified. I suspect the blog had something to do with it. I wrote to the Washington Post about this and Valerie Strauss posted it on The Answer Sheet. Read the story there.
Another local picked it up and ran this story. I thought that story made me look like a bit of an asshole so we did an interview and the reporter did some background work on my school, the Columbia Heights Education Campus (CHEC), and we got this story.
And here is probably the most personally meaningful public comment I’ve read about myself. It’s by James Boutin, a friend I worked with, whose blog you should read.
This is a transition time for Mr. Teachbad. In particular, I am transitioning from having a job to not having a job….which brings us to the first major leg of the transition. There is now a Teachbad Store. Check it out. (And, for Christsakes, buy something.)
More on all of this later, plus a new song. The first line is
Everytime you hand me a rubric
I want to push you off a bridge and watch you drown.
I think you will like it.