I had a Lewis Carroll-like dream the other night . . . or was it day? I have a hunch some of you might relate to it, so please join me while I take you on my trip to the Wonderland of Educational Reform.
My story begins…
Believing Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast
I fall down a rabbit hole. I look around and notice a little inlet just off to the west, The Institute of No Cliché Left Behind. As I enter I see a sign above a door: "21st Century Learning." Four people, evidently educational reformers (they're each wearing an Arne Duncan t-shirt), greet me at the door. I ask them to explain to me what their door sign means. Each gives a different answer. "How can you use the same title and have different answers?" I ask. "Ah, that's the beauty of this," they answer in unison, "the true beauty of clichés. They can mean whatever we want them to mean!" I'm dazzled by the absurd clarity of the response but continue to probe. "Won't all of this look different in 20 years? I mean, society and technology are changing so rapidly, it will have to be different, but it will still be the 21st century." As a chorus, they reply, "Then we'll call it Preparing Children for the 22nd Century!" I'm incredulous. "But that's totally absurd!" "No, here it is totally logical." With their maniacal laughter in the background, I head for the next room, "Kids Come First."
The docent in this room tells me he's a parent, teacher and educational reformer. He shows me photos of happy children and adolescents in classrooms, playgrounds and homes, and says, "We must never forget that children come first." "Yes, yes, of course, but everyone seems to have a different idea of what that means," I note. "Of course, that's what's wonderful about this cliché! We can all be in total disagreement and yet we all agree!" Curiouser and curiouser. It's clearly a world where absurdity is normality.
I note signs above other doors: "Transformative Curriculum" and "Education for the Common Good." What do they mean? They go on and on. I rush to the exit.
The Dodo Proposes a Caucus Race
I wander now to the east across this surrealistic landscape to the edge of Polarity Park (with a small sign underneath that says "Formerly Either-Or Stadium"). It's a stadium with what looks like a soccer field, but there are no balls, and I can't see any goals. A team wearing bright red shirts that read "Charters Will Destroy Public Education" is engaging heatedly with players wearing deep blue shirts with the words "Charters: The Only Path to Reform." Across the way there is what looks like a rugby match, with a scoreboard reading: Parent Trigger Laws - 13; Parent Exclusion - 9. I walk through a wild lacrosse match. The players are futilely wielding their sticks without a ball or goals. The "Crush the Unions" team, clad in purple, is on the attack, hurling an invisible ball between them. The green uniformed "Union Action Leads the Way" players appear to be wandering around the field aimlessly. I flee the stadium.
By now it's time for tea, and just ahead there is what appears to be a lovely tea party going on. A bedraggled-looking teacher greets me. "Welcome to the Race to the Top Tea Party!" He's smiling a somewhat manic smile, and his voice verges on a scream. There are some teachers sitting at a table -- no, actually they're grabbing onto the table, some partially lying on the floor. They tell me they've been busy racing to the top and only have a few minutes. "We're late, we're late. The testing is tonight, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night, and -- " I cut them off. "Doesn't it stop?" "No, no, except for tea. We're late, we're late, hurry up!" I ask them who the downcast servers are. "Oh, they're the administrators and teachers who didn't make it to the top!" I sip some tea, but it tastes more like Kool-Aid! Leaving, I'm almost run over by a group of teachers racing to somewhere . . . or nowhere.
A Topsy-Turvy World
I've had about enough. I want to wake up. But I hear someone singing off to the south and follow a sign to the Forest of Vacuous Terminology. As I approach, I realize the tune is from an old Gilbert and Sullivan song, A Wandering Minstrel I, but the lyrics are totally original. A lone teacher sits under a redwood tree strumming a mandolin and singing:
She winks at me as I hear eerie voices coming from all parts of the forest: "Academic Rigor!" "Common Core!" "Next Generation Learning!" "Standards-Based Reform!" "Proficiency!" "Brain-Based Learning!" To this last one, a booming response echoes through the trees: "As opposed to what? Stomach-based!?"
I begin to run, faster and faster. I realize that I haven't seen any children. I wonder where they've gone. How could any child not want to be in Wonderland?
I wake up in a cold sweat.