By Mark
I've managed to have a pretty successful career so far. I've earned some awards, National Certification, recognition. Like many of us, I have those kids that come back and call me their favorite teacher, sometimes offering unfair or unkind comparisons to subsequent teachers who the student disliked. But I've had an internal struggle about where my success is rooted, mainly because I am, without contest, the least well-read English teacher (let alone department chair) to ever hold the title. In lofty discussions on the fringes of department meetings or around the lunch table, when the topic turns to high literature, grand philosophy, or big names, if I don't physically retreat, I do so into my own little mind hoping and praying no one asks for my ideas on the Bacon/Shakespeare authorship debate or what I think about hermeneutics or philology.
Sure, I managed to get a degree in English from a university. But I only read what was assigned–and though I did so with dedication and interest–I've never really been a bookworm, even though I am a strong proponent of helping my students channel their inner bookworm. What I do think makes me an effective teacher seems to appear nowhere on any of the rubrics or standards for effective teaching. When I did my National Boards, it wasn't there. When I look at models of merit pay, its not there. Aside form the rubrics by which my recent student-teacher was assessed (and even there it was vague), I've not seen it anywhere.

