In my worst moments, this is what I feel like I am doing when I teach. Planting seedlings tenderly, watering them carefully, giving them enough light, and food, and then watching them wither away to nothing as I realize the real problem: there’s no atmosphere.

Not because of the kids, or my subject matter– both of which I love with my whole heart. Not even because of my colleagues in the building, who are legion in their smarts and kindness. No; it’s the mountain of evidence that has accumulated for me, particularly in the past two or three years, that the overarching system of public schooling is not designed for real education to take place.

From the unremitting factory approach in our schedules and numbers, to the lack of resources tied to inequitable funding, to the constant de-professionalism and isolation of teachers, to the national love affair with mechanistic and ineffective standardized assessments, to the absence of a truly wholistic approach to a child’s health and education– the list goes on, and on, and on.

These are challenges which, I believe, can, have been, and will be overcome. Call it optimistic fatalism. Either we will figure this out; or we won’t, the system will fall apart, and we resourceful and clever human beings will start from scratch, better off in the end for its departure.

I’ve noticed, though, that only one thing is common amongst all current successful attempts at reform: Herculean effort. Line up my educational heroes in the classroom, from Nancie Atwell to Rafe Esquith to Lynn Gatto, to the nameless brilliance in every hidden corner of schools, and you will find people who have willingly led careers above and beyond the call of duty.

I trust both the impetus and the outcome of these choices. If these people have committed themselves to this degree, then I believe fully that they have done so with health; and that they will be successful.

I just wonder if I can do the same.

This is not self-degradation; I’m not hanging my head in shame here. It’s just pure fact. For multiple legitimate reasons, I do not have the time, energy, or other resources to be even remotely as single-minded.

So I’m faced with a syllogism, one that I fear cannot be explained away, circumvented, or half-assed.

Premise: The ubiquitous and unparalleled dysfunction of the American educational system is such that double duty (or more) is required of its educators in order to ensure success for its students. Anything else only has the net effect of perpetuating the dysfunction.

Premise: I can not contribute, or sustain, this level of effort in my practice.

Conclusion/Question: Should I continue to be a teacher?

It’s that simple. Isn’t it?