Yesterday I watched the final day of the administration of President Obama, and the beginning of the Trump Administration. I watched it with a pit in my stomach, not one of anger, or of some overwhelming sense of hope that this man would fail. It was a pit of fear- fear of the unknown, fear of the what could be. I listened to the President's speech, a dark and troubling look into what might be. I watched the protests turn violent, and grew agitated as I saw the verification for many that all those who are concerned with President Trump are out of control social dividers. And yet, I woke up this morning feeling, for lack of a better word, steeled. Steeled in the knowledge of the impact that I can make, as a father and as a teacher, to encourage respect, self-awareness, mindfulness, and, most of all, love. You see, I can't sit here and hope that the Trump Administration fails. I am deeply concerned when I hear his words, see how he carries himself, and certainly when I see those people that he has chosen to lead the various departments within his Cabinet. But I can't hope that he fails. I have to keep my hope in the fabric of this nation, in the belief that good government is a good thing, in the belief that the American people can work to help hold the new President accountable for his actions. I think being concerned is good, being vocal in that concern is good; these are part of the fabric of this country. But hoping for his failure out of some desire to proclaim "Neener, neener" demonstrates a lack of understanding of what's at stake.
I could go on and on, but I promised a post on teaching in this new age, and so here are my thoughts on what the regime change means for teachers. Truthfully, for this teacher, it means very little, at least in my approach to the job. You see, as I've grown over the past 12 years of teaching, I've come to view certain foci as the core of who I am as a teacher, and what I want to accomplish in our classroom. Content is, of course, important, but certainly not more so than the kids themselves. I've always tried to be someone who's love for his kiddos was clear and obvious, but that expected respect, and demonstrated fairness. I've tried to structure opportunities for the kids to be exposed to multiple perspectives, whether it be in interpreting historical events or current events, not out of some vain hope that a student will adopt any certain philosophy, but instead out of a desire for each student to realize the value in being their own person and having their own thoughts, that a student will have the chance to shape their own view of the world, rather than one prescribed for them. I've reminded my students that their age is not an obstacle to their voice, that their voice has value.
So what will the change in leadership mean for this teacher- very little. I will continue to push my students, challenge them to see that there is rarely one side to any story. I will continue to push them to consider the consequences of decisions. I will continue to allow a forum for their voice to be heard, but will also continue to expect that this voice be an informed one. I will continue to value my students for who they are, not despite who they are. In our classroom students will continue to be protected. I will continue to encourage the all-important value of respect. I will continue to stand up for my students, all of them. Most of all, I will continue to love every single one of my students for who they are, not who I or anyone else thinks they should be.