Almost inevitably there was in every class I taught over the years one child who has it all. She* is cute, personable, likes everyone and treats them with respect, gets the top scores in every subject. It would in the broader scheme of things seem to be a bit more fair if she had a flaw, say rich, cute and smart, but arrogant and insufferably intolerant of others.
But no. Lou Ann is perfect in every way.
Billy, same class, repeating the grade, hold-back from the previous year. Physically awkward, dressed in the same sweats a week at a time, loud, obnoxious, and bidding fair to barely pass this year.
You see, this is the "great experiment" which is public education. These two children, along with 37 others, are thrown together in some series of random accidents which place them all in the same classroom, and thus their lives impinge upon each other for nine long months. Longer in small communities, for they are apt to be thrown together again and again.
Then there is "outcome based evaluation." And this not of the students only, but of the teacher as well.
This is not a treatise on educational practice. It is simply a set of recollections of times I spent pursuing my vocation.
And you know what? I had the best job in the world!
*Some years it was a Mr. Perfect.