My Goal Is Not to Make a Difference
Whenever I ask most teachers why they teach, the number one answer is, "to make a difference." I think I once half-heartedly believed that, but not anymore.
A few years ago, I spent time after school every day working with a student. I watched as he eagerly grew passionate about social studies. He would report back to me with stories from the news and we would discuss things for awhile, before I helped him with his homework. For some reason, he enjoyed my class. The creativity and media projects worked well with him and slowly he spoke up in class. Yet, most teachers couldn't stand him. I had seen how he could get defiant and disrespectful. Still, by the end of the year, I felt like I had made a difference. Then, at summer school, his sister explained that he was in jail. I was crushed.
I'm not Superman. I have no special powers, aside from, in the spur of the moment being able to offer a semi-witty, often sarcastic remark (It's more of a tragic flaw). Besides, I would look hideous in tights. Slacks seem to hide cellulite better. Moreover, I do not believe it is my job to play the role of superhero. I am not a savior to my students. I am not there to make a difference. Still, when I explain this to teachers, they respond as if I have committed blasphemy.
My chief motive is not to make a difference. Rather, it is to serve students and to teach them to the best of my ability. Instead of impact, I am for faithfulness. Sure, it's a nice bonus when I make a difference, but I teach because it is who I am. Teaching is my vocation, deriving from something deep within my being. When I teach well, it is when I love the students well and I am living out this sense of vocation. Ultimately, if I am faithful to this notion of service, some students will choose for themselves to apply what I taught to their lives. Yet, it will always be their decision.
Aiming for impact is different. If I am to make a difference, the result is either arrogance or dissapointment. I either say, "Man, I tried so hard and I didn't make a difference. I must have screwed up." or I would say, "I've tried so hard with them and they just don't care," and I would grow angry at their apathy or I would say, "Man, those kids turned out great. I did a wonderful job." Yet, if I am faithful to the vocation of teaching, I can still find hope when a kid ends up in prison. I know, ultimately, it is not a waste of time.
I am a teacher in an inner-city Phoenix school. I'm not a big fan of online anonymity, so I'll tell you exactly who I am: I teach seventh and eighth grade social studies at Frank Borman Middle School. I love teaching, but I also know that it can be challenging. I am married and have two sons.