It’s four thirty; no one really wants to be here, yet at some level, we’re all keenly aware of how important it is to be here. Still, we’ve wished our students well for the day, we’re hungry, and really the last thing we want is to sit through professional development — i.e., a Power Point presentation.

In all honesty, it’s a great disservice to the district head of secondary English instruction to reduce down all her research, planning, and background conversations to three words: “a Power Point.” Mrs. B has done a superb job helping us all get a grasp on the changes Common Core mean for our teaching, and without her quarterly professional development (PD), I’d be much further behind the curve than I am now. I walk away from each session feeling better about my teaching, feeling I have a lot of new strategies to implement, and feeling generally more confident in my ability to prepare kids for high school. But in the tired haze of a Thursday afternoon, it can all seem just a bit much.

“You want me to teach for eight hours, then sit for ninety-minutes on the other side of the desk?” You can see that question almost visibly in thought-bubbles above every attendee’s head. Glance around the room and you’re not likely to be surprised at what you see: bottles of various sizes and materials, filled with diet soda, iced tea, water, and various mysteries — no, not those mysteries — as well as coffee cups, snack wrappers, smart phones, laptops, watches, jewelry. It’s like we’re all getting ready for bed and watching television at the same time: we’re all as comfortable as we can be without actually kicking off our shoes. The presentation starts, and you see someone surreptitiously scrolling through messages on her phone, someone else looking at the news on her laptop. You hear someone desperately trying to open a snack — perhaps a bag of pretzels — without making too much noise. You see two teachers huddled together, finishing a conversation that started before the presentation. You think of how tired you are, of how much you’d like to be napping. And then it occurs to you: “We’re just as bad as our own students.”