It is time, I think, to reclaim the nobility of teaching.
I spent some time over my Christmas break reading the work of William Chandler Bagley. He was an outspoken critic of Dewey, I learned later, but what drew me to him was not this fact. It was his title, Craftsmanship in Teaching, that drew me in. Bagley argues that teaching is not a profession like medicine and law. Those are fields of expertise that are practiced in some way or other for the good of another. Teaching is a craft—a measurable set of skills that the teacher works, like an artisan, to mold and shape a product. That product is a well-educated human being.
This is jarring language because I’ve always thought of teaching as a profession. It’s also jarring because on the surface it reduces students to an object, a thing produced. For all that, there is something that resonates with my experience of teaching here—namely that the teacher has tools and her disposal that allow her to shape her students into something else. If this is what we do, if we are not merely experts in our fields of studies, then there is something to the idea that teachers are involved in a craft rather than a profession.
The reason Chandler elevates what he calls this “craft spirit” is because artisans take pride in their work. They relish what they create and they enjoy the satisfaction of being able to do it well. They submit to the process of mastering their craft. They work tirelessly to improve and perfect what it is they know how to do. In short, they embrace the nobility of the work itself.
Teachers often do not. This is as true now as when Chandler first wrote in the early 20th century. Our public discourse is full such talk. Teaching is by turns an easy option for the untalented and the hardest thing anybody has ever done. It’s a job that demands little and that can be done poorly with impunity, thanks to labor unions. Either that or it means long hours, sacrifice toil, danger, and little pay. It’s either a cakewalk or a drudge depending on who you’re asking.
The narrative of drudgery is intended to counter the assumption that teaching is easy, undemanding work. Every teacher knows this isn’t the case. Teaching is exhausting. Secondary school teaching wears me out in a way teaching college never did. It doesn’t even come close. It does mean long hours and taking work home for many and the pay isn’t perhaps what we would always hope.
But the narrative of drudgery prompts the simple question: why do you do it? And any truly committed teacher can answer that one in a heartbeat. It is the best thing you’ve ever done. You do it for love. You do it for the joy that comes from leading your class and watching them grow.
Even this caveat makes satisfaction sound like a by-product or an afterthought. We sound like addicts. We are people who do a job that no one else wants to do because we don’t have other options or because we are chasing an elusive teaching high. The lot of us sound self-destructive or self-sabotaging. Maybe worse, we sound like martyrs—people who want everyone to recognize the sacrifice we don’t really have to make and wouldn’t if we didn’t have options.
Chandler argues that what teachers need is to reclaim the nobility of what we do. He makes the point that no one will respect us before we respect ourselves. We must have standards for ourselves and one another—and I don’t mean testing. I mean that we must call ourselves and one another to excellence. We must do our jobs and speak about them in a way that impresses the observer and the listener with a sense of the craft of teaching. It isn’t something just anyone could do, after all. No one can do it alone. And no one can pick it up without serious attention to craftsmanship.
In some small way, that’s what I think I’m trying to do here. With that in mind, I’m embarking on a series of Friday reflections that draw out what is good, true, and beautiful about teaching.