They call it the dance of the lemons –
the teachers who are not given tenure
after working diligently for four years –
after studying in their fields for four years –
and obtaining master’s degrees, too –
They call it the dance of the lemons.
It only takes one administrator to deny tenure
and that sets the course into action.
No other school will take the dancer seriously.
Outrageous demands will be put on them –
forcing them to perform acrobatic feats of
academic excellence – 100% on standardized
tests (that tests skills and nothing more) –
100% attendance (as if they somehow
are accountable for their students’ lives.)
100% on volunteering for unpaid activities –
which creates hatred among the tenured teachers.
It’s a dog-eat-dog existence.
Dancing the lemon dance as if you are not good enough,
squeezed of every last drop of sour-tasting energy.
Tested from right to left and left to right –
ball chain, ball chain, step in and step out –
But never give up!
You are not a lemon! You have touched
the lives of many who will never forget you!
I’ve never heard it called that, but the sour-taste imagery resonates wonderfully in this poem…a friend of mine was interviewing for teaching positions (this was back in 1990 or 1991) and he was offended that people kept asking him, “Do you coach?”