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I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

A young Mr. Brown

A young Mr. Brown. New teachers tend to smile a lot.

     Too many young adults claim to have “fallen into teaching” as if accidentally tripping over a raised piece of cracked sidewalk and landing in a classroom.  Others say they began teaching to pay for the bills of young adulthood (rent, car payments, the newly-arrived student loan bills, etc.)  And many others simply consider teaching a temporary rest stop on the road to figuring out what they “really” want to do with their lives. 

     I have never heard anyone say “I just fell into law,” or “I went into politics to pay the bills,” or “I’m just doing this brain surgeon thing until I figure out what I really want to do.”  Yet, somehow, it has become okay (and sometimes expected) to say these things about teaching.  Our society’s collective view on teaching has demoted the field to something a bit lower than a profession (but perhaps a bit higher than a job.) 

     Like so many of these young adults, my foray into teaching was influenced by the need for cash, coupled with a relatively unmarketable undergraduate degree (English major, mathematics minor).  And so in 1995, I “fell” into teaching. 

     When someone asks a young instructor what he/she does for a living, there are two types of answers: 

(1) I teach

(2)  I am a teacher

     There’s a subtle difference between these responses.  The first implies an action that may or may not continue.  The response I teach has just as much temporal ambiguity as I eat or I play guitar or I fart or I love dolphins.  However, the response I am a teacher implies identity.  The two small words I am shall etch my place in the world, like carving my name into a giant tree filled with the carved names of other teachers who have gone before me.

     This is why I feel so enamored with young people who pass the five-year mark in their teaching careers (the same way I feel about young people who pass the five-year mark in their marriages…at least in California.)  With all of the flippant reasons a person may have for becoming a teacher, there is a certain degree of dedication in choosing to remain a teacher.  At some point, any young person who has been teaching for more than five years has had to discover a rewarding answer to the question “Why am I still doing this?”  (I use the words “young people” to exclude those teachers who enter the profession at a much older age.  These older adults are less likely to “stumble accidentally” into teaching because they are more likely to have years of other income-generating options behind them.  Older adults are also more likely to have asked and answered the larger question of choosing a satisfying career – even if their careers have changed.)

     So, in the mid-90’s, I fell into teaching.  And I fell hard.  In June of 2000, after being completely fed up with the educational system and the non-sensical hoops I had to jump through, I tried to quit teaching.  I spent one year outside of the classroom (working as a university learning center coordinator) before realizing that I was meant to be in the classroom. 

     Picture a Venn diagram in which three circles intersect (like the one pictured below.)


 One circle represents all the things I love to do.  The second circle represents all the things that I do very well.  The third circle represents all the things that the world needs me to do.  My vocation, my true calling, is represented in the diagram as the sweet spot:  that intersection of the three circles.  This sweet spot is the intersection of my desires (passions), my talents (strengths), and my responsibilities to the world (service).  This love triangle of passion, strengths, and service that God has led me toward is the reason why I’ve fallen in love with teaching, and I can’t (or won’t) get up.


6 comments on “I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

  1. David
    November 13, 2008

    What led you to ask the questions, what do I love to do, what do I do very well, and what does the wold need me to do? Are those questions asked as you look back or as you are looking forward? I ask because I am one of those young people who would like to fall in to something and not get back up…

  2. wang
    November 27, 2008

    Hello. I got your name from chesslosers’ last post. I am hoping one day to be one of those older adults who chooses to become a teacher one day.

    I was an instructor in the military, and my current job has me doing a lot of training, it’s tasked based curriculum rather than knowledge based. Either way I’m happy to do it. Unfortunately I can’t afford to become a teacher at this point.

    I think that our society has relegated teaching to an almost afterthought. God knows we have almost foresaken education almost completely.

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  5. Jo
    September 15, 2010

    Nice post and one that reminds me of the film, ‘Mr. Holland’s Opus’, who found his true vocation in teaching — and went from banal complacency to passionate existence.

    How wonderful if everything we attempt in life with the best of intentions could be so rewarding!

    Kudos on a great post!

    So glad I found you!

    Peace and serenity,
    ‘The End Of The Rainbow: Life After Bankruptcy’

  6. Olga G
    September 15, 2010

    I loved the concept of being, rather of doing. Identity is what we need!! You must be a wonderful teacher.

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