The Unbearable Lightness of Teaching
A teacher preserves the past, reveals the present and creates the future.
As some of you know, aside from being a game designer, gamer, parent, and cat collector – I’ve been a teacher for 18 years. Eighteen.
Now, if you went back in time to meet my younger self – the long-haired weird kid with Soundwave, Buzzsaw, a dice bag, and a AD&D Monster Manual in his backpack, giving nearly every teacher a migraine and constantly getting in trouble, you’d find it really difficult to believe that he’d one day grow up to be that which he despised so much. As a matter of fact, I’d have a hard time believing it. But yet here I am.
Okay – being a teacher isn’t the most respected profession in the world. We don’t dress too well, and we bring our leftovers to school for lunch, and we work late into the night grading papers and avoiding a social life. Yet somehow I really love my work.
Why? Here are just some of the few reasons:
- Kids are really, really funny
- The act of teaching itself is an incredible high
- My job is never, ever boring. There is something new every single day
- The feeling I get when a kid chooses me as the one person they will open up with and let down their guard
- The bond I have formed with my students after spending years with them during school. I’ve had students from years ago still stop by to see me, send me emails, and look me up online. I’m always touched that they still remember me.
- The friendships I’ve made with other staff. Some of my closest friends are those that I’ve met while teaching. I’ve shared ideas about not only work related issues, but also every other part of my life as well. And our Christmas parties are insane.
- The “Ah-Ha” moment when the students finally get what I’ve been teaching, and I can see it on their faces – and knowing I’ve opened a door in their minds that might otherwise remain closed.
- I like feeling intellectually superior to others – even if those others are in 3rd grade.
Some of you, like myself, have kids. But unlike others, I also have your kids – from 8:10 AM to 2:30 AM five days a week, four weeks a month, eleven months a year.
Now, it isn’t all fun and games. Like every other teacher, I bang my head against my desk about things like this:
- I really, really, really don’t get paid what I should. I even have a doctorate and make just enough to get by as a teacher. But I knew this getting into the profession. It was either this or paid assassin.
- Staff meetings. While it is important to communicate, sometimes we have meetings just to have them.
- Parents seem to think that I am responsible for raising their kids.
- Knowing that you have had, do have, or will have kids that just won’t make it. It is a sad fact of life.
- The government. Teaching in a public school is frustrating as hell because of government bureaucracy. No books? Blame the government. No chalk? Blame the government. Overcrowded rooms? Blame the government. Outdated books? Blame the government.
As my loyal readers know, I incorporate my geekiness into teaching – and for me, it isn’t hard to do.
Breaking it down: Being a teacher isn’t really any different from being a DM. Planning a D&D session is pretty similar to creating a lesson plan. I have to make things interesting for the players (students), I have to be able to improv and think fast on my feet, and I have to get the party (classroom) to work together to achieve a common goal.
For just over a decade, I’ve been using D&D – and other roleplaying games – to teach. I’ve used roleplaying and wargaming for History, Physics, Math, Danish, English, Religion, and Phys. Ed.
Yes – you read that last one right – Phys. Ed. I break out the foam swords and we go at it like a scene from Braveheart. The kids expend more energy on 90 minutes of swordfighting than they would on tennis… so why not?
Many games have broad applications in classrooms. I have used boardgames, wargames, CCGs and roleplaying games with my students as an integrated part of my curriculum. I lead role-playing games, some historical, some more fantastic and speculative. We use published roleplaying and wargame material, modifying it, of course, to fit our interests and needs.
Many teachers do lead exciting classrooms, but individual innovation or even variance requires constant effort. This is why I’ve chosen what has worked for me. Hell, to be honest, Gary Gygax practically taught me English.
And why do I use games? Aside from the fact that they work, they have traditions dating back to long, long ago.
- Board Games have been a valued and documented teaching method for centuries, dating back at least to Sumerian puzzles in clay and appearing in many forms today. Though often played for entertainment, the value of these games was recognized. Once maligned, chess may be the clearest mainstream example of the value of these games.
- Wargames have been developed in many forms to train soldiers and leaders. They are essentially refined board games. It was only in the 20th century that they have also become strongly recreational.
- Roleplaying Games and LARPs actually tap into the oldest forms of these traditions. While entertaining, storytelling and drama have always been powerful cultural elements, teaching the young the elements of their people, past, and opportunities.
And of course, all of this use of gaming in the classroom eventually led to the very successful Kids Need To Game program, which gives 250 kids from 5 different schools the opportunity to game with one another in a safe, secure environment 3 days a week.
Being a teacher is something that you have to have a passion for; it is more than just a job, rather it is who you are. It can be both rewarding and frustrating. There will be times when you will wonder why on earth you chose this profession and many more times knowing there is nothing else in the world you would rather do. It is a wondrous feeling knowing you will get to impact so many lives who will become our future.
I think I’m a good teacher. I guess that I have the paperwork to prove it – I’ve been Teacher of the Month 14 times and Teacher of the Year 3 times. But I hope, of course, that my arrogance in mentioning this will fade when I make the larger and far more important point that teaching awards have the amazing effect of forcing a teacher to stop and think – and I mean really think – about what I is doing when I am teaching.
This is because, along with joy, considerable embarrassment, and an almost overwhelming sense of humility, I have discovered that winning teaching awards feels a lot like (what I imagine) getting arrested must feel like: There is a sudden, surprisingly deep interest in your activities coupled with a powerful demand that you explain just exactly what it is you think you are doing.
So what am I doing – and how do I do it? I keep it to just 5 simple things:
It isn’t about me, you, the parents, the principle, or the school board. It’s about them
No matter what I have to do to make it work, I do it. I care if my kids understand what I am talking about. The parents don’t always agree, nor do the principle or the school board. I’m a rebel like that. The kids are what is most important, and my job is to teach them. That’s what I do.
Life’s gonna suck when you grow up
Remember the Dennis Leary song? Well, it is true. And I make sure that these kids understand that no matter how bad they think things are – being an adult is a hundred times worse. So they’d better concentrate on enjoying what they have now.
It’s not the fall that kills you; it’s the sudden stop at the end
I personally believe there is an element of courage in the finest teaching, a required element of risk, an earnest hope that you will be able to execute everything you need to do to reach the end of class effectively, arrive at your goals successfully, and exit the classroom knowing that the kids got something out of it.
That elephant in the classroom won’t go away
Some teachers fear debate, and so do some students. I let mine speak their minds. If they feel something is unfair – like me – I want them to tell me. Likewise, if there are a couple of kids ready to throw down on the playground after school, I like letting them talk it out amongst their peers. Ignoring problems won’t make them go away.
I am rubber you are glue…
I don’t remember that reply being very effective on the playground, to be quite honest. But when the kids are really trying my patience, I know that I get to go home and drink a legal adult beverage in peace. So I don’t let the little stuff bother me.
Teaching is thrilling because no day is the same. Teachers change lives. Indeed, they change the world. It might sound cliché, but the more you put into it, the more you get out. Teaching really is the best job in the world. Unlike many jobs teaching is a lifestyle choice – just think about the responsibility factor. As a teacher you are partly responsible for the development of a young person’s life. Being a teacher isn’t just about passing on academic knowledge, teachers must also immerse themselves in the daily lives of their pupils.
Teacher-student interaction shapes much of our society, so strong communicational abilities are a pre-requisite for teaching. If your influence holds sway you could leave a monumental impression on the lives of young people. In terms of becoming an inspirational life coach teaching is second to none. Despite the workload, is a fantastic job because it involves enormous creativity. It is immensely fulfilling.
At the end of the day, let me put it like this: My worst day teaching was better than the best day I ever had at any other job. I have never had a single day where I said, “I hate teaching.”


So uh, first, let me say, I love teaching, and I liked most of this post, and I’m only responding to *one line*, about something that’s pretty personal. So, take it ….however you would take that.
I suppose it must be true for some people (like you) that being an adult is harder than being a child, but for me (and for a lot of people I’ve talked to), that’s really, really far from the truth. I fucking love being an adult. I have actual control over my life. If things are really, really terrible, I can take steps to fix them. I can leave really crappy situations. I can seek help for problems I can’t solve on my own, without some gatekeeper telling me I’m actually fine. If people are bullies, I can *go to the police* and *be taken seriously* (well, ok, not necessarily, especially if it’s sexual assault we’re talking about, but I’ve got a much better chance, at least). Kids have to put up with a TON of shit that adults would never in a million years consider putting up with, and, on top of that, kids have almost no say in the very basics of their situation, like, who they have to see on a daily basis, where they live, etc.
I know this sounds kind of petty, and way over-dramatic (I was a kid, what do you expect!). And I kind of hesitate to say it, you know, on the internet, where anyone could read it and where it’s not at all hard to link to my actual real world identity, but I think this kind of thing should be talked about and really, there’s no shame in it. Anyway, when I was a kid, adults told me how great I had it all the time. And I thought on many occasions, from the time I was 10 years old, “Well, if THIS is as good as it gets, I really might as well kill myself now.” I was serious. (No one believes a *ten year old* who claims to be suicidal, so, no one noticed much, and eventually I learned to stop talking about it, because people just accuse you of looking for attention.) Would I have felt like killing myself even if no one ever told me my life was as good as it gets? Of course. My biggest problems are probably about brain chemistry, not situation (though, let me emphasize, the situation sucked). But hearing that, over and over, from adults I trusted, WAS extremely damaging.
Anyway, especially in Denmark, I suspect it doesn’t suck that much to be a kid, for most kids. But it does suck for some, and hearing how great it is can make you feel really desperate, alone, and hopeless. It is pretty much the opposite of the It Gets Better campaign.
Darla, my response has been a long time coming – and that’s been due to this case of plague I am currently suffering from.
As a kid, I didn’t have much more experience of the world than what I saw immediately around me. The warped little world we lived in was, I thought, the world. The world seemed cruel and boring, and I’m not sure which was worse. It isn’t that my parents weren’t great. They were. I was just… “off”.
Because I didn’t fit into this world, I thought that something must be wrong with me. I didn’t realize at that time that the reason we nerds didn’t fit in was that in some ways we were a step ahead. We were already thinking about the kind of things that matter in the real world, instead of spending all our time playing an exacting but mostly pointless game like the others.
I was a bit like an adult would be if he were thrust back into grade school. He wouldn’t know the right clothes to wear, the right music to like, the right slang to use. He’d seem to the kids a complete alien. The thing is, he’d know enough not to care what they thought. I had no such confidence.
I know very, very well that some kids have issues of one kind or another. I deal with some very unhappy kids on a daily basis. Some have been abused, some raped; some are picked on because they are overweight, come from another country, some like “old” music instead of the newest pop nonsense. I can relate and understand.
In my “Life’s gonna suck when you grow up” way of teaching – I remind them that instead of thinking that having to read 10 pages for the next day is “the worst thing ever” – or that a written math assignment once a week is “going to kill them” – that one day they are going to work 60+ hours a week for half the pay, pay 60% taxes, not have mom and dad or grammy and grandpa to buy them nice things, and maybe have a divorce or two on top of it.
I never downplay the serious problems. Ever. But I sure do make light of the silly ones.
And lastly, while we are supposedly the “happiest people on Earth” here in DK – the truth is… we’re like that because we have so very low expectations.
I didn’t intend to imply that you didn’t take serious stuff seriously (or know that there is serious stuff). I mean, of course you do–you take your job seriously, you’re not incompetent, and you’re not a terrible person. (At least, I assume these things.)
My main points were that (1) that line was very triggering for me, personally, as a child/teenager (and I heard it all the time). (And, I think that got across pretty well.) But, also, it can be triggering for people who it’s not intended for. Yeah, you may be talking to the whiny kid about homework, but that doesn’t mean some quiet kid with other issues isn’t listening. (And it also doesn’t mean the whiny kid himself isn’t actually hurting about something else.)
and this is the most important, which I really didn’t articulate very well, I don’t think (personal stuff is personal, etc.), (2) I think it sucks for EVERYONE (or at least most people) to be a kid, even if they don’t have serious problems. I mean, other than being a bit (ok, very) unstable, and being really weird, I had pretty much THE BEST childhood. I didn’t really have that not having power thing the same way that other kids did. (Seriously, when I was *three years old* I convinced my family to be completely vegetarian. It’s a cute story they tell now. That is NOT an indication of lack of power or agency or whatever.) But still, I felt really powerless in a way I don’t as an adult, and I think it’s worse for a lot of other people. So, I mean, the point is, even if the real problem is not the ten pages of reading (which is what they’re complaining about), there *is* a real problem, and it’s easy to feel like the problem is something really stupid like homework, instead of the way society makes you completely powerless, which MOST teenagers haven’t really thought through. They just feel angsty and powerless and angry, which is a completely valid way to feel given the situation.
Anyway, I really feel like the “life’s gonna suck when you grow up” thing is really, really common, and really, really wrong. Whether it’s actually damaging to any significant number of kids, I don’t know. But I am pretty sure it’s wrong.