LACK OF ACCOUNTABILITY

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“Poor me,” he laments,

“‘Tis my fate written in stars,”

as he makes his doom.

Although I am lending a humorous touch to this haiku, it is a serious concern to me.  I was talking with a friend yesterday about my sorrow at having been a teacher who was in the vanguard of sowing new educational seeds as a new teacher in the sixties and seventies.  Among these new educational philosophies was such things as a grading system based on ability, making every child believe “doing his best” was sufficient and then letting the child judge what was his best (much easier for the teacher than really teaching the kid), mainstreaming all learning levels so teachers have to spend the majority of their time with the slow learners giving little opportunity to challenge the average and above, cutting out anything that smacks of competition.  Stars for the stars – how cruel to the less fortunate!  Anyway you look at it we turned out lots of youth unprepared for the real world!  I rue my part in it!  But you know the power of NEA and the Democratic party, even here in my bright red state – I was intimidated big time and I worked hard to do my Democratic duty!  Well, I did one time teach during a strike, that was gutsy of me!  Was that uncomfortable?  Yes!

You probably did not expect a rant in the midst of a haiku challenge!  😀

 

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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14 Responses to LACK OF ACCOUNTABILITY

  1. as a former educator, you’re singing my song Oneta—I told my husband just the other day that it’s a good thing I retired when I did as I probably would have been arrested or fired by now as holding my tongue in this day of student entitlement and teacher neutering would have not been good….

    And I’ll stop here as I could jump on that soap box of yours and continue singing that same song…..

    But good for you to work through the strike. Here in Georgia we do not have teacher unions per se…we have the NEA but not the power of an organized union….
    Which probably was also a good thing…with me being that rebel 🙂

  2. You would probably find my learning experience from that era interesting. I would send you a free copy of my book just to hear your thoughts; I talk about it at considerable length in two chapters. http://JeffUlrichLegacies.com

    • oneta hayes says:

      Jeff, I would love to read your book I checked Amazon to see if I could order it because I read mostly from my kindle; however, since that is not an option I would definitely love to get it through you. How would I do that?

  3. You sure switched things up 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      To my dear little workaholic friend, Jacque. Somebody sure taught you to excel and be accountable. My guess is your parents had a lot to do with it. You remind me of a little first grader who was reading a word placement test to me. She came to the word “pseudonym” and stopped. Then she said, “that “p” is silent, isn’t it, teacher?” So precious. She was having trouble with math in her class. In that school the teacher didn’t have much “math” teaching time. By the way, her name was Jacque. I don’t remember her last name. If I could remember it, I would see if I could “people” find her.:D

  4. Faye says:

    All who were former teachers/educators or simply like me Christian Religious Education teachers see the rapid change in school systems (not for the better). No one can ever ‘teach’ faith to a child but by example and LOVE nurture and guide. This applies to comprehensive ‘religion’ which is so ably taught in some places.(often as and intellectual exercise)… I will be forever grateful that I taught always from the perspective that Jesus never came to establish another ‘religion’. He came to bring HIMSELF and we who follow have that living certainty. Through the years I have encountered many children from the past who may have forgotten a lot of the ‘lessons’ but have not forgotten the source of it all. For you too dear Oneta…..I am absolutely certain your rich example to the children leaves a lasting legacy. Peace and Grace!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you, Faye. We have to trust Jesus to use us as he sees fit when we are given the awesome responsibility of nurturing a child wherever we are. Sometimes encouraging things happen in that way.

  5. Roos Ruse says:

    I remember having a similar rant recently, Oneta. During the same upheaval you mention in our public schools, I had urged One Son’s teacher to not advance my first grader – he couldn’t read. Then I was a mid-20’s, working mom of 4, already getting divorced, so I couldn’t know what I was doing or talking about. Despite working with him every school night, when he still struggled reading at primary level at the end of 3rd grade, the same school wanted to hold back my otherwise brilliant child. “Oh, not now you won’t!” was my battle cry. The short story: the School Board assigned my son to an exceptionally well-seasoned educator. Thanks to God, 2 years later, using “old school” methods, at the end of fifth grade, Death of a Salesman became Son’s all time favorite book.

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