The Rowdy Table

Written
1989

 Things have changed old friends.

When we were young and noisy,

        we were put at a table in the rear.

Now they honor us here in the front,

        so act with the dignity of our old age.

Don't laugh too loudly and be respectful.

But, do remember how it was

       when we weren't.

We laughed at the absurd

       and we confessed that we too

       were absurd.

We talked about matters with passion

       as if they were important.

It was there that we decided

        that Education was a profession

       and not a discipline.

So, off came the cloak

       of that phony science.

And we reasoned that respect is lost

      when you mingle

      in everyday politics.

Without respect no idea is worthy.

We knew professional practice

       but we were babes in the woods

       where the real pols play.

We laughed at the cliches

       thrown our way

       as if were remedial learners

       in need of sound bite repetition.

We were a bastion of questioners.

We doubted and were sure of our doubts.

Then like ten pins we fell

        to become part of the play.

The rowdiness left and we were

       responsible.

Now, we know that the folks

       at the table were

      what was important.

Here we are full cycle.

The rowdy table has returned.

And we never need to be

       responsible again.

As always with a toast

      to the Rowdy table!

Notes
In the early 1970s many of my colleagues were young Turks. We attended meetings of the California Council on Teacher Education. Much of what was being said did not match what we were finding in our professional practice. We were questioners and debunkers. At banquets by mutual agreement between my group and the Council leadership we sat at the rear of the room at the Rowdy Table. Then we were elected as officers of the Council, Talk about a change in perspective.