Exactly. I didn't choose to be a teacher for any kind of financial reward or recognition. I did, however, believe that I would spend my adulthood in a nation with a social contract much like the one of my 1980s and 1990s childhood [[which even then was a shadow of what the Boomers had enjoyed), and consciously chose what I thought was a secure job doing something I loved in the district where I received my own K-12 education.
I foolishly believed that the city of Detroit had hit rock bottom before I was of legal age. I believed -- again, foolishly -- that a takeover of Detroit Public Schools by outsiders [[see, for instance http://www.educationreport.org/pubs/...e.aspx?id=2227) would turn things around. I thought that people were altruistic, not endlessly self-serving. What a young, naive fool I was.
When I saw the handwriting on the wall, I got out while I still had options. DPS broke my heart, and it's only NOW, a good six years after I cleaned out my desk in that crumbling building on Second Ave, that I've achieved some semblance of catharsis. But DPS taught me two things. First, no matter where I go or what I do, I AM a teacher, and always will be. Second and most importantly, in a dog eat dog, late capitalist nation, there is no solid ground, so you have GOT to look after yourself, be flexible, and as a very famous book once said "don't panic."
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