What advice would you give your younger self if you could?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to go back into
the past and give your younger self a message?
How far back would you go and what would you say? Would you
prevent a marriage or divorce? Perhaps you’d alter a career path? There’s no
giving lottery results, sports scores, stock market advice or any other tips
that would make you wealthy in this scenario. It has to be something deeply
personal and meaningful. Maybe you could say something that would save a life
or make the world a better place.
I occasionally play these mind games. Sometimes I go back to
elementary school and make myself stand up to bullies. Sometimes I instill
confidence in myself to be a better student. Quite often, however, I think
about going back to my college days and stopping myself from getting into my
first marriage, although the thought of never having my daughter in my life is
usually the end game for that one. She’s worth far more to me than every ounce
of pain I suffered in the divorce.
Most often I think about preventing Younger Me from getting
into journalism. If I had known 35 years ago when I was heading off to college
that there would be such a thing as the Internet and the devastating impact it
would have on print media, I could have diverted to a much more lucrative
career such as teaching.
I had a lot of friends at Adams State College who tried to
convince me to become a teacher. I didn’t want to. I was always led to believe
that teaching was a low-paying profession and I couldn’t see myself being
confined to a classroom all day with a bunch of kids who didn’t want to be
there either.
In hindsight, I can see that I would have been much better
off financially had I become an educator rather than a journalist. When I
started my professional newspaper career, entry-level salaries mirrored that of
first-year teachers. As I earned raises and promotions, I saw my income
continue to match that of new, inexperienced teachers. It stayed that way for
the first several years of my career.
Then the Interweb thingy came along. Newspapers started
struggling financially. Raises became fewer and smaller. It wasn’t long before
entry-level teachers were making more than me – a lot more. Today it’s
laughable. You will never, ever hear me champion the cause of higher salaries
for teachers. It’s not that they don’t deserve it; it’s just an unreal
expectation from my perspective. For me, giving a teacher a raise means I have
to pay more taxes and in the process widen the income gap between me and the
ones so often pitied for being in a low-paying profession.
On top of that, I don’t get the benefit of tenure or the
ability to take summer breaks, Christmas breaks, and breaks for every major and
minor holidays. I work year-round about 50-plus hours a week and often work
weekends and holidays to cover events the teachers and their families are
enjoying.
I know it sounds like I’m bitter and griping about teachers,
and maybe I am. I still don’t want to do their job. I’m related to and friends
with many teachers and I see a lot of what they must contend with every day
that has nothing to do with teaching. I don’t envy them. I don’t doubt that
there are a lot of teachers my age out there who, if they could go back in
time, would divert their younger selves into other professions.
That’s sad to think of because we need to be attracting
better and brighter talent into our classrooms. To do that, however, we need to
fix a broken system. The way education is funded in Texas needs to change. So
do the expectations that legislators force on public schools. We need to get
the Legislature out of the classrooms and infuse our school districts with
adequate funding. Our teachers need to be free to educate our children, not
direct them down a path of passing certain tests.
Honestly, some of the best quality education my children
receive comes in those few, brief weeks between STAAR testing and the end of
school. That’s when they go on field trips and do a lot of the hands-on stuff
that they get excited about. Just imagine what it would be like if that level
of creative excitement and energy were poured into classrooms all year.
On the other hand, several teachers often slip into
baby-sitting mode during that time and my kids idle the class period away
watching movies and playing games. If anyone in any other profession had a drop
in productivity like that, they’d be looking for another job. I’d be curious to
see how much teacher performance would improve if they had the ability to earn
merit raises and no longer have the protection of tenure to hide behind.
But what do I know? I’m just an over-paid, ivory tower editor
on the downhill slide of an ill-chosen career path. Or am I?
I can’t begin to tell you how often friends (teachers
included) say they live vicariously through my exploits on Facebook. As a
journalist I get to go places, do things, and meet people that many of my
friends will never get to experience. That’s been the best part of being a newspaperman
all these years. I live a very surreal life. It’s all those life experiences
that keep me going, not the money. Despite what is happening to the print industry,
this is a very exciting time to be in journalism. Communication has never been
more instant and competition tougher.
Although I have the advantages and drawbacks of being at a
weekly publication, the Internet and social media have pretty much leveled the
playing field. I can now get information out as quickly as daily newspapers and
television stations. It just means I have to be better and faster.So considering how much journalism has enriched my life, I
don’t think I could justify going back 35 years and stopping Younger Me from
earning my journalism degree. I think perhaps the best advice I could give Younger
Me would be to keep exercising and to eat fewer hamburgers, pizzas, and donuts.
That would definitely have a huge, positive impact on Current Me. Being in
better shape and having more energy would undoubtedly make my life much better
than a bigger paycheck. Of course, I wouldn’t complain about a bigger paycheck,
but I’m not about to go into teaching to get one.