
The minotaur, bastard freak child of Pasiphae, shame of Minos, dark secret down-bringer of Crete, somehow the image has always stayed with me; and considering the crisis in our public schools I wonder if there isn’t a correlation between this myth and the manufactured education crisis.
So, here I am, walking the labyrinthine halls of this urban middle school to which I am confined, wondering how long all this absurdity will continue to play out. I think of the year so far, year two of teaching from a canned curriculum designed to raise test scores at all costs. I recall various episodes since the beginning of the year: a veteran teacher weeping openly when the vice principle handed an award to three first-years whose sixth graders were the only ones to show significant gains in all areas. Later, at the monthly staff meeting, the clearly chagrined principal tried to assuage his ever-silent staff saying “I heard there were tears, but please don’t worry, we’re just trying to celebrate our successes because I know how you all work so hard!”

