I made a decision earlier this year, that I wouldn’t be returning to this school in the Fall. I’m scared, and I’m sad, and I’m so very angry. Is it me? My innocent naiveté that “that’s the way it is here” isn’t a good answer seems to back me into corners where I can’t stay. I love teaching. I love watching students’ brains at work. I’m not good with the educational politics of quantity over quality that are dominating the schools.
For P-Diddy it was all about the Benjamins. For Weird Al it was all about the Pentiums. For schools it’s all about the numbers: numbers enrolled, numbers graduating, SPED numbers, SEI numbers, MCAS numbers, school level numbers, this test numbers, that test numbers, numbers numbers numbers.
And so I find myself counting. Day 37 of 180 with the kids, and 183 for me with built in PD days.