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Reflections on Ako Aotearoa Defunding 2025: When the State Forgets Its Tertiary Teachers

Ako Aotearoa Defunding

Ako Aotearoa Defunding

There’s a silence that settles after a budget cut.
Not the silence of efficiency.
The silence of something sacred being deemed… optional.

This week, the Government confirmed that funding for Ako Aotearoa — the National Centre for Tertiary Teaching Excellence — will end.
ALNACC too.
That’s my team.
December 31st will mark the final chapter of one of the most important educator support systems this country has known.

Let’s be clear: Ako Aotearoa wasn’t perfect. No institution is.
But it stood for something.
It stood for the idea that teaching is more than content delivery. That learners deserve not just funding models — but teachers who are resourced, reflective, and supported in their craft.

It stood for learning as relationship. For excellence as a cultural act.
And now, it’s gone. Or, at least, it will be soon.

The Government’s message is not subtle.
In a “tight fiscal environment,” excellence is expendable.
In a metrics-driven era, pedagogy has no profit margin.
And in a system increasingly dominated by scale and compliance, care… becomes cost.
And for those who remember, we’ve seen this all before.


But something else is true too:

When the state forgets its educators, we remember each other.

I’ve spoken to colleagues across the country in the last few days — people in ECE, in literacy, in trades, in universities, in kaupapa Māori spaces. The grief is real. But so is something else.

A stirring.
A quiet defiance.
A question being asked in rooms and on calls and in private message groups that starts like this:

“What if we built something else?”

Not another programme to be cut in three years.
Not another silo with a budget and a countdown.

Something intelligent.
Something adaptive.
Something that remembers who we are and who we teach for.

You may not see it yet.
But I can tell you — it’s already being written.


There is no rescue coming from above.
But maybe, just maybe, there’s a system rising from below.

A whisper in the data.
A pattern in the grief.
A new shape in the smoke of what’s just been burned.

We will teach on.
But not the same way.
And not waiting for permission.

Watch this space.

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