I often consider myself the worst ‘teacher mom’ ever.
They kept telling us to be ready to pivot to online learning at any given moment. Well that moment was this afternoon and I’m not at all ready.
My students love to dance. I love to dance too so this gives me great joy. Kindergarten, Covid-19 style is a pretty sad first experience of school, but it is what it is and the little ones know no better.
Later, I snapped at my students and made a munchkin cry. Poor thing was visibly upset when her grownup picked her up after school. She told her grownup that the teacher hurt her. 😔 I told her grownup that I did hurt her. I hurt her feelings 😭
Mad. Outraged. And then I hear their story and I soften.
And so it’s Friday night and even though I wanted to binge on some ‘True Blood’, I’m sitting here planning and eating chocolate because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.
I heard so many bad things about the class I’ve just inherited and wasn’t sure I was up for the challenge. And yet, here I am today reflecting on our extremely busy, but good day and I couldn’t be more thankful that I’m all those Black and Brown babies teacher.
I cried today. On and off throughout the day for so many reasons and for no reason at all.
Three more teachers have been deployed to virtual school and their classes have been collapsed. Mine was one of them. Again, I mourn.
I was today years old when I truly learned how little the education system cares about the well-being of those it’s supposed to care for. It’s never been so clear, so blatantly obvious that they simply do not care. Not about their students and not about their educators and education workers.