On this 29th last day of 2020 I’m grateful for real estate agent friends. Particularly those like Tristian Clunis who not only deliver you:
On this 30th last day of 2020 not only am I grateful for being at home with myself, I’m grateful for becoming a homeowner. Something I’d just about given up on ever happening.
My 25 students along with 7 colleagues (3 ECE's, 1 prep teacher, 1 SNA, a student teacher and myself) were back (or able to be back) in the physical school building after 2 weeks of mandatory self-isolation due to a positive Covid-19 result amongst a student in my class.
Why do they treat us like we have no feelings. Like relationships, connections and stability don’t matter in education? Why do they keep talking to us about mental health and well-being when they’ve made it clear they don’t care?
I finished another book today. And as this quote suggests, books have gotten me through some moments of darkness. 6 months of Covid-19 lockdown to be specific, and they continue to carry me through these strange times.
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.