I got into medicine damn near accidentally. I left with intention.
Which is not to say I did not belong there while I did it, nor does it mean I did not enjoy it. But I left to become a teacher, and it was a good decision. Still, nobody asks “Why did you go into teaching?”
The question I’m asked:
“Why did you leave medicine?”
There are a lot of reasons teaching is better than medicine (and many reasons why medicine beats ed), but one thing medicine has all over education is the Morbidity and Mortality Conference, a regular meeting where, behind (mostly) closed doors, we dissected each other’s mistakes.
Some mistakes cost limbs, some cost lives.
We made the mistakes, we were made to own them.
I have argued long and loudly that our profession is too nice, we play too well together, we fear criticism.
We dissected each other, publicly and passionately. In the next few weeks I hope to share a bit of what I learned in Philly last weekend (including do not smack cars even if it’s pushed you off the crosswalk, Philly Pholk are a tad sensitive).
But let me start with this–Educon made me proud to be a pubic high school teacher.
Turns out I’m not the only one who does not play nice….