Five years ago, I was named Minnesota’s Teacher of the Year.
The months and years following are a time in my life I now refer to as my “crisis of ego.”
I try to be kind to myself. I spent the year being told I was pretty special. I mean, seriously, the year ended with me standing in the Oval Office being thanked by President Obama for my work. My head wasn’t exactly small before, but I imagine for much of this time I was pretty unbearable.
This crisis was compounded because, for quite a few people and groups out there, I was this new shiny toy. I was a teacher with legit union credentials (serving for many years on the executive council of my local and helping to found a statewide group to increase engagement of newer teachers), but also willing to say that the tenure system is kinda dumb and that alternative licensure doesn’t make someone the devil.
[pullquote]In a matter of weeks, a voice I was still working on developing was handed a whole bunch of megaphones. Stuff I wrote was shared and promoted and encouraged.[/pullquote] More than that, I had people with a whole lot more power and experience and connections than I, often telling me that I was getting it right.
It’s a powerful thing, an irresistibly powerful thing, hearing that you understand something that other people don’t. Especially as someone relatively early in my career, it was something I really needed to hear. Especially because it played into this narrative I had that schools were fucking up and teachers, especially older teachers, were the problem. I accepted so much of it as truth without question.
I felt important. I felt like I held answers. I felt like an authority on a good many things about teaching. My god, I must have been insufferable.
It fell apart, eventually, slowly. Admitting I didn’t know everything was hard. Admitting that things I had been rather loud and obnoxious about were misguided was a little like admitting one of my own tattoos is stupid (they are not).
During that time, [pullquote position="right"]I had mentors who were and are wonderful, who pushed for and appreciated nuance, who counseled me in ways that took into account that I was more than a political asset.[/pullquote]
But there were too many others. There was a reformy group that pushed me to run for my local union presidency a year after I joined the district. I had no interest and told them repeatedly. They kept pushing. Eventually, they pushed me away. So far as I know, they still do good work and a great many of them care about kids and schools with a depth I rarely see. But I’m not sure they really care about teachers. I’m not sure they ever cared about me so much as they cared about the shield I was for them, about the name recognition I had.
There were some uniony people too, who loved it when I said, “Public schools, yay! Teachers, yay!” but who told me to stay quiet when I talked too much about race, because it would “distract from the conversation.” There were even more who simply stopped supporting me in any public way once it was clear I would be speaking my own mind.
I see this happening, again and again. New teachers, or new teacher voices, hop onto the scene. They write or speak or promote in a way that turns heads. They are honest, they are powerful. Then, there’s a little scramble to see who will claim them.
Big loud voices show up, they grasp whatever message that new voice has that can be used to further their goals. Maybe it’s pro-school choice, or anti-. Maybe it’s a pedagogical link, or someone who will speak for or against the union. That teacher gets a lot of praise, a lot of push. It may not even be a conscious thing that people are doing, this recruiting, but it certainly happens.
A lot of teachers handle that a lot better than I did. Some handle it worse. Again, it is tremendously powerful to be told that you understand something that others don’t, that you get it.
So, some advice then, some wisdom I’ve learned the hard way, for any teacher out there looking to be heard, looking to bring their work outside of their classroom:
That same crisis of ego I had in my writing happened in my classroom, though teenagers let you get away with that shit a lot less than adults do. In that same way, [pullquote position="right"]I have stopped teaching to make other people happy, stopped listening to the voices that only told me I always get everything right.[/pullquote] I’ve learned, again and again, that I must be honest in my instruction, meaning that I better have a damn good reason for everything I’m doing and must work exclusively to help my students learn. I’ve cut back on the flashy stuff, the performance of learning without the depth of real knowledge.
I do not pretend that I have fixed my ego problem. Mine is overly-healthy, yet somehow coupled with a pretty low self-perception. I’m headed into my 14th year of teaching, a year full of challenges and victories and big-ole heart-splitting failures behind me, and another ahead. I don’t really belong to any groups anymore, but I know my voice is my own. I’m maybe more confident now than ever that I’m pretty darn good at this, and confident I could get better if I keep listening to new voices who may very well show me I have it all wrong.