To better understand the dramolets and vaudevilles of Romanian public education, as they have gathered into ever more compact layers in the recent period, we must start with an inconvenient proof: it is impossible to say for sure what real and proven management means in Romanian education, but we all know something about it “leaders”. So many public houses, so many customs, and this old adage has its weight, tested and withstood for millennia. Folk wisdom will not refute. A person sanctifies a place and never returns. Nevertheless, around you can freely embroider a delicious anecdote in your own way, the authenticity of which can only be confirmed by the research of the media in recent years: it is said that in some ministry the gatekeeper of the institution would stop him in the good morning to a disheveled and disheveled gentleman who pretended to be trying to climb the stairs to entrance door, that he works in that room. To paraphrase, the suspect in question would insist, “Please get out of my way.” Personally, I am a minister!”, the long-awaited moment of grace for the porter to utter the immortal words: “Excuse me, Mr. Minister. I see you at work for the first time in my life!” Se non è vero, è ben trovato.

From this point we can understand what the lesser or greater rulers really intended and our system of pre-university education. The institutional culture of inspections, secondary schools, schools, kindergartens and nurseries in Romania is as diverse as the flora and fauna of the sub-equatorial territories, because nothing unites the system into a single whole, except the diversity through which the management understands that it is fulfilling its duty connection and apply the law, subject not only to numerous and often contradictory interpretations, but also to evasive, belated or abnormal application of the same supposed law. Perhaps in a rural town, which would be more correct to call a village due to its size and unpaved main road, a teacher weeds more often in his garden in the spring than in his office. It is quite possible that in the city inspectors are more likely to be surprised at birthdays or birthdays than in the field, investigating what should be done and what, above all, cannot be done. It is quite possible that they, the ones who make decisions, supervise and control, are in the school, but hidden by cotton wool, where they are engaged in long whistles or barely crossed out words in thick books of integrals. In the summer you can find them playing backgammon with the school security guard in the idyllic shade of the walnut tree in the yard. But for the most part, let’s be perfectly honest, there’s a good chance you’ll only see them occasionally, by appointment, or rarely, in children’s rooms and with a lot of waiting, fussing and bowing at the door.

But it is all the more convenient that it happens exactly like this. It sounds outrageous and truly disturbing that the actual situation, which is turned upside down compared to what it should be, should become better than any alternative. Better lost, – says the Romanian, and here he is right again. The “boss” in Romanian pre-university education is always loved when he does nothing too serious, neither good nor bad, and hated when he works passionately on something because, according to the general fear, no one can do it well. The leader, who is present at the school all day and is deeply involved in joint activities, puts a heavy burden on the shoulders of colleagues: from teachers who come on time and hear heavy footsteps in the hall during classes, to school secretaries. and the guards, with whom he must find something to do, a file to study, a classroom to clean. If the manager speaks to the teachers in the office in a neat, moderate, calm and polite tone, they will feel confused, as if they are facing a delusion or a possible calm before the storm. If an inspector during a work mission talks to peers, giving advice, pointing out directions for development in daily work and promising to find what is needed to clarify small but delayed problems, the leaders of the training unit will feel shivers down their spines, not fear, as they teach in such situations, but wonder, as before the curiosity of nature: how is that possible? If the parents are invited to a friendly and polite conversation with the school principal, during which the student’s behavior is reviewed, an agreement is reached on a plan to improve the existing grades, an attempt is made to outline a career path that coincides with the inclination of the teenager, the parent will leave the office a little confused and a little hungover : “Why didn’t we fight?” This means that I did not tell him everything. He tricked me, and I didn’t show him what I can do.” In order to accept what is normal and preserve it in our public education, it would be wise to pinch ourselves a few times when we, as parents, teachers or school staff, do not feel offended or talked down to. , no humiliation, no threats, no challenge, no deception, no misinformation as we leave the school building.

There are definitely such places on the map of the Romanian school network. Undoubtedly, it is possible to establish several names of worthy people who manage educational institutions. But how do we identify and cauterize others, those nameless ones that we know exist but never catch, even though we catch them in many poses? For something like this, the Romanian citizen has not found a solution, and does not show that he will. The autoimmune system of the Romanian state bureaucracy, beyond the ability of everyone to leave room for a good morning, is not working, does not connect at all and does not respond to the intervention of some rebel cells. Read the full article and comment Members .ro