A teacher in Baltimore County public schools described her experience on this blog with the promotion of technology in every classroom. The former superintendent, Dallas Dance, resigned a few months ago, after committing measly $300 million to new technology, and is under criminal investigation.
The frenzied pushing of laptops for every elementary student 1-5 in Baltimore County had some big ripples beyond the obvious. It was also tied to purchasing brand new reading and math curricula. Both were horrible, for various reasons. The reading program package came without sufficient quantities of required resources–I had 6 hard-copies of books that 2 reading groups (with 8 students in each) needed to use simultaneously. There were about 6 different titles of books for each of the 6 units, each with only 6 copies. We were supposed to access the texts on the laptops, rather than use the paperbacks. Super! Except that on any given day, our local server would crash from overload, or the county server would crash due to overload, or the power in our building would go down, or some glitch in the program would keep throwing kids out of the program or eating their work… These issues were in addition to a crazy, difficult-to-access, error-riddled, age-inappropriate, never-piloted (!) county-written curriculum that SORT OF followed the Pearson curriculum. There was no writing curriculum until teacher complaints led them to try to stuff one into the reading curriculum. There were no samples of how the kids’ work product should look. The rubrics were vague. Nobody in the county language arts department could reliably answer any of our questions because it was a revolving door there. Oh, and the head of the department when I left was none other than Verletta White. Prior to that she was an area supe for my part of the county.
And that is just some of how crazy language arts was. There were similar issues with the new math curriculum and Pearson program.
In addition to all of these overnight curriculum, software, and hardware changes there were drastic changes in HOW we were expected to teach, interact with, and assess our students. On top of that, we were saddled with the idiotic, easy-to-abuse Charlotte Danielson evaluation system. Anyone who principals or area supes felt couldn’t hack it was forced out. You know–teachers with many years of experience. Some teachers, like a colleague of mine–who were eligible to retire, but wanted to keep teaching–promptly decided retirement looked great all of a sudden.
Others, like me (21 years in!), were not eligible to retire and had to simply resign. I lost my salary which was half my family income. I lost my health benefits, including those that would have followed me into retirement. My pension is frozen. Getting hired in another district would likely be dicey, as I am sure I would be asked why I resigned after 21 years–at the same school, no less!–instead of asking for a transfer. All districts in Maryland were on a similar track with PARCC, so using curricular and methods changes as a reason would not be helpful. (I am still searching for a job in some other field, but employers are not interested in 50+ year old entry level employees.)
This happened at schools all over the county. The school communities–children, parents, neighbors, and colleagues–lost our teaching expertise; our experience working with diverse learners, colleagues, and stakeholders; and our contribution to the continuity of our schools’ institutional culture. The amount of taxpayers’ money wasted for such a rotten outcome is criminal. The only good outcome was for Pearson and Hewlitt Packard. They are still counting their money.

Age discrimination needs to stop, but instead it’s becoming normalized. Just because you are 50 something doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be hired, or that you can’t be a fabulous entry-level employee. Teachers come preloaded with all kinds of amazing skills and experience. I think one of the reasons that it is so hard for teachers to get rehired in different fields, is that hiring managers worry about them leaving when teaching jobs become available again. The question we need to ask is why are we allowing teachers to just get thrown away. And what is happening in the human resource office? Why are so many great companies staffing their HR office with inexperienced people?
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LaWanda: Walmart hires people over 50 as greeters at the door, many of them previously owners of stores displaced by Walmart.
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I am forever grateful my district hired me at the ripe age of 47 already with a graduate degree instead of a fresh faced new graduate in their twenties. I cost the district more because of all my grad hours, but I was told they valued my work experience a great deal…not teaching experience (because I had none), but work experience.
Getting up on time and being on time for work.
How to use a copier.
Managing your time between work and home.
Reliability.
It’s not quite the same thing the article is about, but my district certainly isn’t pushing out the experienced older teachers for less expensive younger ones.
I’m sure being a member of a union has a lot to do with it too.
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“Carbon Dating”
Like diamonds in the rough
This carbon copy stuff
Is really something swell
As you can surely tell
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Your district knew they were getting a steal. A graduate degree and work experience that was, I assume, connected to your teaching assignment (?) and a salary that was probably not much higher than those fresh faced B.A.s made you very attractive. Plus, you obviously still had people in the administration that did not think that anyone approaching or over 50 was on a fast track to brain death.
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“The Teacher” (Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”, with some minor modifications — and an additional mod after a most excellent suggestion from Left Coast Teacher that the bust be that of Bill Gates, with Arne Duncan or Barack Obama as the speaker. After all, Common Core was indeed a bust(failure) of both Bill (Gates) and the dollar bill, at least in the sense of improving schools. Whether it was a failure to make schools into markets for technology, as Bill Gates intended remains to be seen)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a vain and glorious volume of Coleman lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the Common Core—
For the rare and radiant standard whom the Coleman named The Core —
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only thing there spoken was the whispered “Common Core”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back “The Common Core!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Teacher of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of queenly lady, sat inside my chamber door—
Spat upon a bust of Bill, just above my chamber door—
Spat and sat, and nothing more.
Then this stately lady beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance she wore,
“cuz thy face be worn and tired thou,” I said, “art sure retired
Glaring and grim and ancient Teacher wandering from the schoolhouse door —
Tell me what thy queenly name is on the Night’s Reformian shore!”
Quoth the Teacher “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled at this mainly, to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no Reformer
Ever yet was blessed with seeing Teacher inside his chamber door—
Spitting upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Teacher, spitting longly on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing farther then she uttered—not a sound or word she stuttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other teachers have flown before—
On the morrow she will leave me, as my foes have flown before.”
Again she just said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what she utters is her only stock and store
Brought from some unhappy bastard whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Teacher still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of Teacher and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous Teacher of yore—
What this grim, glaring, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous Teacher of yore
Meant in speaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the Teacher whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Common Core
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this Common Core!”
Quoth the Teacher “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Teacher “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted standard whom the Coleman named The Core—
Clasp a rare and radiant standard whom the Coleman named The Core”
Quoth the Teacher “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Reformian Shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—spit no more on the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my floor!”
Quoth the Teacher “Nevermore.”
And the Teacher, never flitting, still is spitting, still is spitting
On the pallid bust of Bill, just above my chamber door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore
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As long as the money keeps rolling in to the educorporations and the administration the program will be seen as a raging success.
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As with other aspects of learning, computers are useful tools, but a steady diet of digital instruction without human intervention may cause harm to young minds. Just as students do better on tests with a pencil and paper, I believe young children do better with real book and real instruction from a trained human. https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2015/aug/24/tablets-apps-harm-help-children-read
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Obviously this had nothing to do with better pedagogy. It was only about profiting off the taxpayer and the needs of students were not even a consideration. It’s happening nation wide as tech-industry Goliaths finance groups like digital promise to propagandize parents, teachers and policy makers. They are perverting our priceless public education system to gain their 20 pieces of silver. Since, our education system is the foundation for American democracy, isn’t this an act of treason?
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Great to see this – thanks for highlighting it Diane! We’d love to hear from this teacher, and cross post here:
https://statusbcps.wordpress.com/category/teacher-concerns/
statusbcps@gmail.com
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I emailed you a few days ago. 🙂
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See this film, and decide whether students in economically-depressed areas, can make do without technology:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBAkCgDD-BE
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“My fellow Americans, ask not what technology can do for you– ask what you can do for technology” — Bill Gates
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I taught in Baltimore County for 1 years at Catonsville HS. I am now a few years down the road back in Prince George’s County where I spent most of my career before attempting to retire. Bills from medical for my wife means I still have to work. I have been in enough different systems to say strongly that the drive towards technology has caused more problems than it has solved. As for the Danielson evaluation methodology, I was one of the original guinea pigs for it in PG County and it is a tremendous drain of time and energy that could be far better used, by both teachers and administrators, in meeting the real needs of students.
I am ALMOST sorry to be back in a classroom, and have begun to explore what alternatives there might be for sufficient income, were we to downsize, outside of classroom teachers. Then perhaps I would not be working 11 hour days M-Th (I collapse on Friday) , 8.5 on Friday, and at least another 10-12 over the weekend. At 71 it is too much, and far too much of it does NOT serve the students.
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What happened in Baltimore is just one of many injustices in this country. It makes me so sad! I wanted to be a teacher beginning at age 9. I have worked hard, left my husband, worked through his passing, lost a house, and now am wondering why they just won’t let us teach? Everything is assess, assess, assess…….no time to teach for all the assessments. And they expect low incidence kids to do the same!!!!
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