Originally posted at educatedtodeath.com
There is a constant stream of evaluators and academic “coaches” streaming through the classrooms at my school. They come in driving unreasonably nice cars, and always look like they just came from a designer boutique and then a full service salon. They look like blooming movie star hopefuls or just well kept wives of the wealthy, noses pointed to the heavens and all. They’re interactions with us lowly teachers come in the form of a note in our box or a message through the principal that we need more of this or that or to put our objectives on a certain part of our boards. These evaluators float through our classrooms on Jimmy Choo heels with iPads in hand. I’ve spoken before, to be polite, when one stepped into my room. She did not look up. She just made a note—perhaps that I’m a distracted teacher.
It’s uncomfortable to have a complete stranger walk in to your classroom and start taking notes with no introduction. Further, it’s disruptive. Kids don’t take strangers lightly always. They’re encroaching on our established safe space. And, I understand what they’re doing and why, many of my colleagues do not. The way they carry themselves is less than desirable, and the fact that I hear they’re “coaches” but they make no attempt to help us know who they are and why they’re with us is problematic. I don’t teach in a rich or even middle class school. We’re humble people of humble means. We have problems, many of which are caused by the segregation of students and allocation of finances in the district. Knowing the district is paying for these celestial snobs to walk through our crumbling building is bothersome and disturbing.
Just let us know why you’re here and who you are. What are you looking for? Are you here to help or screw us? Don’t be sneaky.
It’s bothersome that this is not a rare occurrence in our nations schools. We teachers are under the gun, but we will never know the gunner, nor the reason why they shot us.