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.
I woke up at 5:30am this morning. 30 minutes before my usual wake-up time and it made a world of difference. Starting this week off with more energy than I woke up with. Happy Monday! 🍂✨ Tamla
During a time when thousands of students’ classrooms are computer screens, creative arts programs are being slashed, when disregard for the environment and all its living things is the norm. During a time when profit matters more than human life and dignity, it seems now, (not only because it’s the safest place to be), more than ever that we need to be outside.
Teaching is consuming. It consumes me. I don’t know how I feel about that. 😕🤷🏾♀️ What consumes you? Tamla
“In a racist society, it is not enough to be non-racist. We must be anti-racist.” —Angela Davis, academic and political activist 7/25 🖤🤓 Which of these have you read or want to read? Tamla
In general, I think about purpose a lot. My own purpose, the purpose of others and our purpose on this planet. I regularly remind and encourage my students to think about and explore their purpose, as well. Recently, after learning about Chadwick Boseman’s passing my social media fields were full of his messages, his wisdom. I watched and rewatched, listened and re-listened to his Howard University Homecoming Speech. His words were simple, true and resonated with my whole being.
Looking back, I wonder if my impending sense of doom that NYE night was foreshadowing for the months to come. A warning that single motherhood was in my future. A warning that life as I know it was going to change forever. A warning that change is the only thing I can rely on, and that it is up to me to reflect and pay attention to the changes that occur in and around my life. How do they make me feel? How do they make me want to feel?
Would you still be celebrating if I told you that increasing numbers of BIPoC students were entering high school being unable to read and write?
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