A few years back I had a student who cheated. This wasn’t one of those “my word against yours” sorts of things. What happened was that I photocopied the graded tests before passing them back, and when one of the kids turned it back in for a regrade claiming that I’d graded something wrong, I found that he’d changed his answer so that it would look like I’d made a mistake. This was an open-and-shut case of cheating, complete with irrefutable documentation on my part.
Of course, he claimed that he hadn’t cheated. When I showed him the evidence of his cheating, he got very quiet. He asked what he could do and I told him that he’d head up to the honor council and they’d decide what the punishment was. All by the book.
About a week later, my principal came into my room. He explained that the kid’s mom was very active in the PTA and that she had the tendency to overreact when it came to her kids. I pointed out to him that there was no room for misunderstanding, showing him the evidence, and he again explained the situation with the kid’s mom. Finally, I just asked him if he was telling me to drop the cheating case against the kid and he told me that he did. And that the case would be dropped irregardless of what I said.
I dropped the case. And at the end of the school year tendered my resignation.
Before this all happened, I had only very occasionally caught kids cheating in my class. It was something that was usually handled quietly and was meant to teach the kids a lesson more than it was to punish them. The typical punishment was a reprimand and a zero on the assignment. Not that big a deal.
However, once I was pressured into dropping the case, I realized that I couldn’t, in good conscience, hold other kids to the standards that had been ignored when this kid had his case dropped. I dropped out of the honor council, and when students would be caught cheating I’d tell them to retake the test and not to do it again.
It also wasn’t long before my enthusiasm for teaching waned. I was still a good teacher and the kids were doing well, but it became harder for me to be the cheerful and happy teacher that I had been before. Even though the cheating charge would have been dropped regardless of what I did, the shame of my having caved was like a weight around my neck. I wasn’t happy with the administrator for having pushed me into this position, but was even less happy with myself for having caved in to his demands.
And that’s why I stopped teaching. It wasn’t the first time that administrators had tried to manipulate me into doing what they wanted, but it was the first time that I’d agreed. Teaching was no longer good for me because I knew I’d done the wrong thing. And if I couldn’t be a good example to the kids, I didn’t belong in the classroom.
I miss teaching.