“It ain’t what they call you; it’s what you answer to.” W.C. Fields
Recently my friend Meghan asked the eminently important question, “What if teachers demanded to be treated like artists?” From the moment I read it, I was intrigued because it was Meghan herself who labeled me as just such a teacher during a conversation one time over tea. In all honesty, her comment kind of took me aback because I never really understood how to define myself in the educational realm. I certainly would never have labeled myself a technician. As I’ve alluded to before, the entirety of my formal training in teaching consisted of one 16-week Career Switcher course (that I totally lied my way into by having my boss at the sandwich shop sign off that I was a full-time employee, part of the requirements for entry into the program) and four continuing education credits for my Gifted Education endorsement from UVA. However, absent the ability to make fancy worksheets, to wow people with jargon, or to make to-the-minute lesson plans, I found that I did possess a particular skill set that included building connections, encouraging deeper inquiry, and fostering honesty and authenticity. I had no idea that this is what artistry looks like in the educational system, but I was grateful for the label because it was one I had demanded for years from the wider world. So, as someone who self-identifies as an artist and who tends to gravitate towards others of the same ilk, I would like to try to answer Meghan’s main question in the best way that I know how, through what I think are some very simple truths. Some of the things I have to say may sound harsh; some will sound hopeful; it is my desire that maybe they bring about change.
For the longest time I did not think that I was worthy of calling myself an artist. Even though I have played the drums for 25 years, written songs, and recorded and toured with as many as 6 different bands, I didn’t consider myself to be an “artist” because I never made it to the level of some of my peers where I was sustaining myself completely through my art. (I like to tell people that I have made tens of dollars playing music.) Add that to the fact that the music I played wasn’t exactly mainstream, and you can see why I had plenty of moments over the years where I asked myself if I was actually making art or just failing at making noise. From those moments of reflection, I had what has been the most important revelation of my life to date, which is that anyone who has the courage to try and to make art gets to call him or herself an artist. Art is about taking that which is indescribable and translating it to the wider world. It is about taking the complexity and depth of human emotion and connection and putting it into a form that we all can appreciate and enjoy and ponder. The ability to do that is not exclusive to one person or group of people. It is not an exclusively innate quality, and it doesn’t even require any special prerequisites. What art does require is a spirit that is humble and unafraid, humble enough to be able to show yourself with all of your flaws and scars, because that is what creates connection, and unafraid to dream big and possibly to fail, because that is what fosters authenticity. When you start to do this in the classroom, it can feel intimidating because it requires you to stop viewing the lesson plan as sacrosanct, to drop the façade of authority a little bit, and to blur the line between you the teacher and you the human being. However, once you claim the mantle, you will have stepped into a whole new world where teaching ends and where educating begins.
Anyone who has ever made art and become even decently competent at it will tell you that I may even be understating this a bit. We simply do not appreciate artistry. Every artist I know has one or multiple stories about being asked to do their art for free in exchange for “exposure” to some mythical wider audience, or having their art stolen from them for a commercial or YouTube video, or having people with means continually ask them for free admission to $10 gigs. The underlying theme is always the same; we want artists to create art; we want to enjoy that art, we even want the knock on effect of being associated with that art, but when it comes time to compensate them for the joy that they bring to our lives with that art, we’d rather spend our money at Starbucks or on the golf course or something. Some artists hope that the lack of money can be counterbalanced with respect, but that can be sorely lacking, as well. In my experience, this is much the same in the educational system. The educational system loves to celebrate artistry in the abstract. It looks great in promotional videos, community events, and on Twitter because it allows the system to appear forward thinking and even to dream a bit about all of the great things to which public education could aspire. But, when the rubber meets the road, education systems have shown themselves to be highly reticent to truly support artistry and innovation. That is the world into which you are walking in deciding to claim your mantle as artist in the classroom. There is no real money in it, either in terms of salary or project support. In public education, higher salaries are reserved solely for people who go into administration (who are almost always technicians), and funding is generally earmarked for those things that are “tried and true,” especially in systems that are already on the ropes financially. You won’t get awards because the people who understand the subtle beauty of your artistry are usually not the same people that they put on selection committees. You won’t even necessarily get respect or kudos because oftentimes your mere presence and willingness to view and do things differently is threatening to the technicians. Some of your colleagues won’t understand you; some people in your administration won’t even understand you, but your students will understand you, and that’s all that matters.
As many forward-thinking people have said, there just doesn’t seem to be good logic behind the thought that public education as we know it can go back to all of its old methods in the wake of what COVID-19 has shown us. However, the fear that I and many others have is that the old methods will win because they feel safe, and they feel tested. But a return to the old just doesn’t feel possible anymore. All of the stakeholders involved have seen that so many of the things we were told are non-negotiable about public education, like grades, buildings, SOL tests, schedules, and standards, have all proven highly negotiable when push comes to shove. So, what exactly does that mean when all of those things come back? To me it means that we are looking at having to put the proverbial genie back into the bottle and facing some extremely hard questions as to how exactly he fits. When those questions inevitably become hard to answer is when they will turn to the artists for help in answering them. The artists are the ones who show the path forward, a path that values discovery and inquiry over repetition and memorization. The artists are the ones who value authenticity and choice as opposed to conformity. The artists are the ones who are committed to finding inspiration and passion, and we will need both in spades in the days ahead. They will come to you looking for these things, and in that moment, it will be up to you to point the compass due north.
So, what happens when teachers demand to be treated as artists? It’s really quite simple. When you demand to be treated as an artist, you will split opinion. Those who truly get it will get you, and you will be invaluable to them. Those who don’t get it will undervalue you, even openly disrespect you. But, and this is the most important, those who are truly the most in need will get the things that they need to thrive, something that only you can give them. That is a reward that cannot be taken away.
Jared Fritzinger is a Civics and Economics teacher at Old Donation School in Virginia Beach, VA. He has been teaching for about 9 years. Before teaching he delivered sandwiches and worked in a mail room while he toured as a drummer in various punk rock bands. He also got a Masters Degree in History with a minor in Political Science from Old Dominion University somewhere in there.
He received the 2019 Presidential Innovation Award for Environmental Educators for his work with the EcoBus project and developing a school-wide capstone course for 8th graders. After partying all night the night before at an Iron Maiden concert, he got to meet the head of the EPA. Maiden was cooler. He is married to Becky, who is a way better teacher than he is, and they have a 2.5 year old daughter named Shirley who acts just like Jared. He is starting a blog/podcast called Education in the Wild where he explores and celebrates non-traditional educational pathways and the people who follow them. Find out more at edinthewild.com