I showed up the next day to teach my grade 8 students with something in mind. That year I taught two classes of about 30 students each language arts and science. I had been integrating the classes a little, and so they had days before handed in an essay on the particle model of matter. As far as they knew, I should have been grading their papers, but I was about to blow their minds.
At the time, I was ready to be a statistic that reinforced the fact that at least half of all teachers quit inside their first 5 years on the job. After about a 6-8 month period of severe disenfranchisement from the teaching profession, I had finally found a breath of fresh air.
I walked into class and announced to my students that I had decided not to grade their essays. I was beaming with excitement.
They were not.
Suddenly, the air beneath my wings had disappeared. My excitement was lost on them... I was disheartened.
But what happened next both appalled and enlightened me. I stood there at the front of the class and heard what sounded like all 30 of them yell in unison:
You mean we did this all for nothing!?!?
Initially I felt like I had been kicked in the groin with a golf shoe.
But then I felt like the Grinch... you know... when his heart grew three sizes that day!
Their disgust was all the proof I needed to tell me I was on to something. They had done all this because they expected a grade... and they figured I had better keep my end of the bargain! They didn't care about the particle model of matter. They didn't give two hoots about their essays, sentence structure or paragraphing. There was no love for learning. It was a game that I was perpetuating - and I was done perpetuating it.
I remember laughing to myself thinking... holy shit! Is this all a facade? Why are we here? I had to slap myself before these existential questions went too far.
I spent the next few months sharing, explaining, detailing and showing my students how I came to all this. A few brainiacs didn't agree. Some thought I was nuts. Most cared. All listened.
I took a risk that day. My course outline had suddenly become null and void. My students had become my formative assessment guinea pigs. So how did I survive? Well, at that time, I can't even tell you that I was all that well read on the subject of real learning, formative assessment or abolishing grading. I was pretty inexperienced and more than a little indulgent.
I didn't survive because of me. I survived because people trusted me. My administration, students and their parents trusted me. I was afforded enough room to work that I could become the educator I kind of thought I might maybe someday become.
As an educator, it was the day I reinvented how I taught and my students learned.
It was good.
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