(I hope the owner of this car has no where to go until July.)
Hannah was one of last year's algebra students. Although she gave me a rough time in class, I know I was one of her favorite teachers. She was one of the kids who came to picnic tutoring and she managed to pass.
This year Hannah seems more mellow. When I saw her walking into her math class one day, I asked how she was doing. She sadly said, "Not good." I asked her when she was free and discovered her lunch coincided with mine and with the period I often work with some kids who are taking the same course. I wanted to ask her to join us. I knew I could persuade her but if I did and she passed, her teacher, Ms. Young One, will have one more good statistic which might make me look worse than I already look. I thought and thought and then said. (to myself) FUCK IT! (Forgive the profanity here. I couldn't come up with a more appropriate word.) I
It really doesn't matter how I look and I don't care what they want about my stats, that is the benefit of being old. People are important, not numbers. Let Ms. Young One get credit for getting Hannah through because, in the end, all that matters is that another child made it.
I began teaching in the 70's and camaraderie was strong among staff. We all worked together for the general good, no one looked at individual teacher achievement. People might say education is much better today, but it is not. We are graduating more but they are learning less. If we all worked for the common goal, our schools would be doing better. But, no one wants to hear this, so I am just going to end. here.