Sitting in a staff meeting, I pull out the agenda and begin drawing cartoons.  Instead of reading PowerPoint presentations, we work collaboratively (read "group think") on a school wide mission statement. 

"Make sure it is attainable, measurable and . . ." I am jarred by the word "measurable" as the speakers words trail off in the distance.  She tries her best to sound passionate about data and goals, but I wonder if she really is.  I pull out my agenda and scratch out this convuluted series of questions:

What if learning is not meant to be measured?  What if it is not a commodity but a process?  What if students are human and not data?  What if the greatest results cannot be standardized, quantified, measured and typed into a pretty, orderly spreadsheet with the sole purpose of segregating the "haves" from the "have nots?" What if we education is not about production in a factory but growth in life?

When we break out into teams (the word "team" sounds cool, as if we're going to be hitting a baseball and spitting sunflower seeds, but it's really just a trendy word for committee) I begin to ask questions about measuring.  I speak too loudly with too much passion and they write me off as being crazy - or at least write my opinions off as sounding crazy.   I know there's a difference, but in the heat of the moment, my beliefs and my person seem one in the same. So, as time goes on, I disengage and stare at the flickering flourescent lights that luminate the stale library.  A parade of speakers instruct us on how to do fire drills and break up fights. Another staff development.