Throwback Friday to when I started my career in education in ~2006. Whilst I've a lot of time for teachers and think they get a bad deal, like any profession a small number have a warped sense of their own infallibility borne from the constant power/knowledge imbalance between them and the kids they spend all day teaching.
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One particular moment that stood out was a senior leader who deigned to gift the children with his teaching* once a week. We'd been hard at work, with YouTube in its infancy, building an internal media server. Every classroom had an interactive whiteboard but they still carried around a VCR or used DVDs in class. With great success, we'd thrown together a dusty server donated from another school with a load of salvaged drives in a very paranoid RAID and offered a digitising service where we'd cut the bits of VHS tapes or DVDs used to DIVX AVI that they could instantly load. Cleaned, tracking (for those who know, it's time for your medication) perfected and cut to the useful bit. All we asked was that resources were thrown to our techies a week or so before use and they'd be permanently available.
This senior leader came to us with zero notice nine minutes before the start of his lesson for the VHS, (wanting a 20 minute segment by the start of his lesson) and was indignant that we were unwilling to digitise his footage. We dropped what we were doing to help with the VCR, plugging it in to the RCA on the wall and changing the input on the projector for him. He called us back 10 mins in to the lesson however as it wasn't working. Whilst he stood at the front making barely veiled sarcastic comments to a group of ~30x 12yo about how poor the IT was in this school and nothing ever worked, I took a look at the problem without rising to it. It took me around 30 seconds to realise he'd not put the VHS in the VCR. I advised him of this professionally, quietly at the front of the room, but unfortunately even the biggest classroom is just not far enough away for the kids in the front row to go unaware.
They started squawking and shrieking it at full volume and the lesson descended in to chaos. As he'd pulled rank and made sure it was the closest classroom to his office during timetabling (ejecting another teacher to the opposite end of the not inconsiderable site for this single period) he was also closest to the other senior leaders. Moreover, they were covering the roving extreme-behaviour function and had to come help him after a while because he couldn't get the kids to calm down after they decided just how inept he was. The best part? He was the senior leader *in charge of behaviour* in the school, and the Headteacher got a great view of his abilities in-role.
* It was common around the staff for them to pity the kids who endured this. Those who've done education (if there are any among us) will recognise immediately: somewhere 3/4 to the end of their career; done well but lost interest in staying current whilst expecting others to do so; was never a great teacher anyway, but increasingly insular; now senior and believes his workload in one lesson per week made him "one of us" but didn't understand that other staff couldn't put that level of time in to their classload; and "performative" to the max in terms of "...I've managed to fill in the data sheets..." or whatever halfwitted short-form target was being pushed.
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Bonus story
There was another similar tech incident. I was at my desk with a polite queue of students waiting their turn to be seen and helping one get their coursework back. Someone slammed open the outer door to the IT area, just out of sight and I was just about to call the behaviour team to come help when I was surprised to see a teacher hammer through the door and storm to the desk. Before I had a chance to process what was happening, and despite that I was mid flow with a student, the teacher *threw* a 3.5'' floppy (again, it's time for you to stretch your knees) such that it bounced clear off my desk and hit me in the sternum. This was followed with her bellowing "I PUT THE INTERNET ON THIS DISK AN WHEN I GOT HOME IT DIDN'T WORK". I couldn't conceptualise this quickly enough before the tirade continued "I COULDN'T DO MY PLANNING AND IT RUINED MY EVENING. I WASN'T READY WHEN I GOT IN THIS MORNING." I was just about to open my mouth to respond when she turned tail and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I apologised to the students who had been queuing politely and cleared the issues, checked the disk, then went to find her.
She was incandescent in the staff room. It took some time to explain to her how a shortcut icon worked, and why it would have worked here, but didn't negate her need at home to get an internet connection of her own. Moreover, to set some professionalism boundaries and talk about the example set for the students. I didn't get an apology, but I didn't have to deal with that again.