I cried tonight. At school. In a large group. With district leaders. With families. With staff. I cried.
My school is shutting down because of NCLB. We don't make "Adequate Yearly Progress." Our K-5 program is being replaced by a charter school. Our 6-8 is being phased out over the next three years.
I cried. When three parents repeatedly asked about how the middle school students would get a high quality education. I cried.
I'm a good teacher. No, I'm a great teacher. I make a difference.
What will our middle schoolers get as they are phased out? Limited staffing. Limited access to higher level classes. Limited quality teachers. Limited classmates. Limited support.
As a teacher who teaches to the best of his ability. As a teacher who will sit with a student in the nurse's office and visit them in the hospital. As a teacher who laughs with, hugs, and connects with students. As a teacher who grew up and lives in the neighborhood. As a teacher who knows the struggles despite the color differences. As a teacher who can't stand to see all this garbage. As a teacher who thinks about lesson plans in the shower and at 3:00 in the morning. As a teacher who is witnessing the collapse of something good.