Backtalk: Why I got rid of my desk


What happens when a teacher removes the time-honored symbol of power from his classroom?


I feel bad when I take a day off. I imagine the substitute teacher looking around my classroom, trying to locate that spot where they can clearly define their territory and mark their space as the commander-in-chief of a group of 30 four-foot-tall children. But that use of space to signify a central authority is precisely why I initially chose to get rid of my teacher’s desk. Throughout my first few years of teaching, I found myself retreating to my “station of solace.” This withdrawal to my sanctuary seemed to make my job easier. But whatever I was gaining in security, I was losing in one of the most important aspects of teaching: relationships. The desk became a territorial marker in my classroom — a space off-limits to students. The mere presence of my desk and me sitting at it detracted from the relationships I had worked so hard to build. So, it was time to let it go.

Three months into operating in a space that bears no symbol of authority, I am able to reflect on what it is truly like to teach without the holy grail of representative power — the teacher’s desk.


The first insight that I have realized from teaching without a “pedestal” is that ultimately the true authority of the “teacher” never really changes. My shield (aka desk) may be absent. But because I am invested in my craft as a teacher and devoted to educating children, my position as the “lead learner” is not challenged. Reading this, some may then argue that there really is no point in giving up the teacher’s desk. But I have found that there is much to be gained.

What I chose to lose in a quasi safety net, I gained in classroom synergy. You know those students who never seem to be on task unless you are hovering over them? Try not having a space to mark assignments or answer emails. Without a desk, I must find a space to attend to my teacher duties. So, where do I go? I sit right with the students who are the most constantly distracted. I don’t talk to them. I don’t hover. I simply sit there and do my work while expecting them to do theirs. And guess what? Magically, the distractions dissipate, and we all get our work done!

But my “independent work” only takes up a portion of my day. When I had my teacher’s desk, I could sit there and wait for students to come to me with questions about activities or assignments. Now I can’t sit back and wait for students. I am walking around my classroom nonstop because I have no other choice. Not having my own home base creates a space where every student gets help, not just the ones who take the agency to get up and come to the big oak holy grail of the classroom.

Of course, there are times when I’ve done all my work, and my students are all on task. So without a desk, what do I do then? Ironically enough, I venture out into my classroom and actually talk to my students. This seems counterintuitive; students are working, and there are no distractions, but I am there sitting with a group of students and talking to them about their work, which leads to a conversation about what they did on the weekend. When I do this, students are distracted from the task at hand and not “learning.” But a teacher should do more than teach a lesson, give out some practice, and make sure every student gets it. If that were all that teaching entailed, I would not be a teacher. The “nonacademic” conversations with students have probably eclipsed all of the conversations I have had in the last two years. Without the big desk to distance myself from the students, I’ve gotten to know them a whole lot better.

The primary objective of teaching — to inspire and create — is so easily supplanted by a focus on compliance. This is the crux of teacher preparation; this is what teachers spend most of their time fussing about. In the real trenches of education, the places where teachers “battle” day in and day out, the emphasis is more on obedience than on fostering critical thinking. Losing my desk has helped me get back to the real reason why we are all at school in the first place: to teach, inspire, and learn.


Originally published in September 2016 Phi Delta Kappan 98 (1), 48., © 2016 Phi Delta Kappa International. All rights reserved.


MATTHEW R. MORRIS (@callmemrmorris) teaches Grade 7 at Tecumseh Senior Public School, Toronto, Ontario. Reprinted with permission from Education Canada, 56 (1), which is published by the Canadian Education Association (

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