I work as a
‘supply teacher’; in the US, it’s referred to as a ‘substitute teacher’ or simply
a ‘sub’. Basically, I’m there if the regular teacher isn’t, taking the class,
teaching the lessons, and making sure the work gets done.
I don’t
mind the work; it can be challenging but also quite rewarding. In the best
instances, I can be a pleasant break in continuity, which gives me the
opportunity to speak into kids’ lives in ways more creatively and pointedly
than a regular teacher might. I’ve had several kids over the years- in school
or sometimes when I meet them after they’ve graduated- tell me that I was their
favourite ‘sub’. That’s an amazing feeling.
Plus, the
schools are always immensely appreciative of me; there’s rarely been a time
when my appearance in front of a frazzled school office administrator wasn’t
met with a relieved smile. After all, I’m solving a problem, sometimes at the
last minute, and it’s nice to have a job where your employer is always pleased
to see you.
Perhaps for
that reason, schools are very accommodating of ‘subs’ and very often go out of
their way to make the work environment as good as it can be. There’s never been
a situation when I’ve had a problem- an unruly teenager, a faulty piece of
equipment, needing a procedure explained- when the school administration didn’t
go to some length to help me out.
I just
needed to use the one, big, magic word: ‘support’.
Phone down
to the office, or go down in person and say ‘I need support’, and it’s like you
flip a switch on a well-oiled machine. Instantly, the matter is addressed.
Actually, the
word ‘support’ is used all over the school. It also gets said to custodial and
maintenance staff, who sometime joke that it’s basically a code word for ‘You
cannot ignore me or put me off; drop whatever you’re doing and do this instead’.
I don’t ask
for support very often; after all, I’m fairly confident in what I do, and don’t
often need it. But it’s a very handy tool to have, and knowing that it always
works is marvelous.
The one
time I really, truly needed support was when I was spending the day as an ‘intervention
specialist', which is a teacher who works with kids individually or in small
groups on particular subjects where needs special help or individual attention
is needed.
I arrived
to work, as I usually do, a half-hour early; I do better when I’ve had a bit of
time to wrap my head round what I need to do for the day. And as I’d never done
an ‘intervention specialist’ gig before, that was particularly important.
I walked
into the room and found the classroom notes left for me by the regular
teacher. Seeing as the job required
working with lots of different kids on individualized projects, there were a
lot more notes than usual- they ran to five pages, in very small print, and
they were spectacularly technical:
‘1st
period: Colton and Jessica are working on their I.S. (top basket). Drayson,
Kaylee, and Tim are doing XL on the
computer (passwords in the blue notebook). Read ‘I Know My History’ with Ethan,
Mya, Robbie, Sarah, and James (James needs a lot of help). Make sure Bobby
works on his EXL work (bottom basket). If it's too much for him, let him do 'creative notes' (on the far table). The others can work quietly.’
‘2nd
period’…
It went on
and on and on and on like that, for five pages, for seven periods, every period
at least as complicated and technical as every other one.
There were
no explanations of the various terms or abbreviations;
the locations of vital
baskets and books in her filing system- which to someone unfamiliar with it
resembled a cross between a Byzantine market and an episode of ‘Extreme
Hoarders’- was indecipherable.
I looked at the shelves on the four bookcases in her part of the room, which were crammed, top to bottom, with books,
baskets, and notebooks… I looked at her table, which had several other baskets
on them… I looked at the clock; Drayson, Kaylee, Tim, Ethan, Mya, Robbie,
Sarah, and James (and the amorphous ‘others’) would arrive in about 15 minutes…
I was
absolutely, thoroughly at sea.
I tried to
ask for help from one of the other women in the room, but how exactly to you
say, ‘Ummm… how do I do any of this?’ without looking incompetent?
There was
nothing for it; I walked down to Carol, the office administrator, looked deep
into her eyes and said, ‘I need support’.
She shot
from here chair and went to work.
Within
three minutes, it was decided by Carol, the school principal, and me that the
best course of action was to move me from that classroom to a 4th
grade class that also needed a ‘sub’. Rarely have I felt a greater sense of
relief than at that moment. I know 4th grade; I can handle it with
no problems.
The best support that could have been given to me was to get me out of a situation for which I had very little expertise, and which would have been a nightmare for me and the students.
I’m telling
this story to make a point about the word ‘support’.
Over the
years, I’ve heard the word ‘support’ used as a mechanism to shut down debate
and discussion around important issues.
In the face of disastrous wars or foreign occupations, we’re told, ‘Well, you have to support our troops…’
In the face of disastrous wars or foreign occupations, we’re told, ‘Well, you have to support our troops…’
In the face
of a cruel, counterproductive, and unjust occupation of the West Bank, we’re
told ‘Well, the Word of God says you have to support Israel…’
In the face
of an arrogant, incompetent domestic or foreign policies, we’re told, ‘Well, the
Apostle Paul said we have to support the government…’
When I hear the word 'support' used in this way, I always feel like quoting Inigo Montoya from 'The Princess Bride': 'You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means'...
When I hear the word 'support' used in this way, I always feel like quoting Inigo Montoya from 'The Princess Bride': 'You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means'...
What I
learned in my half hour as an ‘intervention specialist’ is that sometimes the
best way to ‘support’ someone is to get them out of the situation, fast.
So, in the
days and weeks to come, don’t let people shut down your critiques, criticisms,
and resistance to injustice, pride, arrogance, and bigotry by dangling out the
word ‘support’.
The best support you can give to troops might be getting them out of a wasteful, useless situation;
The best support you can give to Israel is demanding that they stop their war on Palestinian autonomy, end
the illegal occupation, and constructively build the peace;
And the best support you can give to President Trump- and the nation- might be removing him from office…
...fast.