I scrolled through the messages on Facebook- “Holding my breath!”, “Stressed out- need to get away from the television.”, and others that expressed that waiting to see how many votes Obama or Romney had captured was causing them a fair bit of worry. Â
I was worried too, but not so much about the presidential election. Â Rather, I was worried about Proposition 30, an initiative in the state of California to stop six billion dollars in tax cuts and to increase sales tax by a quarter of a cent. Â While others had started to celebrate the victory of Obama and were waiting for Romney to throw in the towel, I had heard that 30 was losing badly. Â What was the point of celebrating a renewed hope for America if voters refused to invest in its children? Â I went to bed with a sense of unease.
As I awoke the next day, I searched for Proposition 30 to find if it had passed, and indeed, while I slept, the votes seemed to tip the other way, and 30 had indeed squeaked by with a narrow victory.
I’m not extremely knowledgeable about political topics.  The bulk of my political knowledge comes from what I hear from more political savvy friends of mine and unions that are around in the field of education.  So certainly the possibility exists that we may not see that money for some time, or at all.  Which would certainly be a shame.
But I refuse to be that cynical.  Part of the reason I got into this profession was because I’m an optimist.  I believe that one person can make a difference in a child’s life- no matter how small.  And whether or not I’m there to see that transformation take place before my eyes, or if it takes root sometime down the line through something I said or did, I believe that we do have the power to change hearts and minds.
Sadly though, I have gotten the feeling that some don’t feel the same way.  It wasn’t too long ago that teachers were regarded as heroes in the community.  And while I don’t feel the need to be hoisted onto shoulders and paraded through the streets (for one, I’m gangly and would probably catch someone’s face with my awkward, long legs), it’s nice to feel respected.  But the two running themes about teaching seem to be:
 We’re not particularly good at our job/ we don’t want to be there
The first term is somewhat subjective.  Underpaid?  Compared to what?  Certainly I don’t make as much as a professional athlete, but few do.  I live comfortably, mainly because I’ve been pragmatic and responsible in my spending and saving.  I’ll never have a yacht with my name on it, but a small dinghy might be within my grasp.
The other one is more concerning to me.  No one questions the firefighter if they want to be there putting out fires.  But the teacher is seen as someone who begrudgingly goes into work and sulks through the day with little to show for it.  Perhaps it’s because the process of putting out a fire is a better visual representation of a job well done, and it’s harder to represent that with teaching a student about adverbs.  It takes a lot of skill to get up there and refine and tweak a lesson until it’s perfect, something that I’m still learning how to do after a few years of teaching.  And while admittedly teaching wasn’t what I wanted to do since I was a child, it’s something I’ve grown to be more passionate about.
There’s the model of the terrible teacher- that teacher who sits in the classroom and reads the newspaper to his kids, lets them run wild in class, or takes advantage of the trust of a teacher/student relationship.  Do those people exist?  Of course they do.  But I feel they’re the outliers, the exception to the rule.  In general most of the teachers I’ve known have worked hard to become better, even if it wasn’t what they envisioned doing in the first place.  But that doesn’t make for a good lead.
So it was nice to walk into work on Wednesday morning knowing that a majority, however slight, was saying that they’d pay just a little more to ensure that more teachers were able to keep their jobs.  It goes back to the old adage- actions speak louder than words.  And while I don’t know how that money will be funneled towards education, I hope that those responsible for it’s distribution do the right thing.  Because it’s activism, and not cynicism, that’s responsible for making the world a better place.