Mad. Outraged. And then I hear their story and I soften.
After living in my mother’s basement for most of the past 20 years, I move to my first ‘own’ home in a few days.
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.
15 minutes of yoga to start and end my day makes up for not drinking any water until 4:45pm right? 🤦🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️
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.
Today was Orange Shirt day. Not only did I forgot to wear mine, but I also forgot to remind my students to wear theirs. 🤦🏾♀️ In my defence, ‘Orange Shirt Day’ is an ongoing, year-long learning journey for us. Orange Shirt Day is everyday.
Great book. Lots of repetitive, rhyming fun. But, I missed the mark in terms of it being a HIT with my Grade 1/2's transition back-to-school. Maybe I'd been away from face-to-face teaching for too long. Maybe my students forgot how to play (highly unlikely). Likely, I 'temporarily' forgot what 5-7 year olds like.