I’m not a crier. So I wasn’t prepared to sit in a second grade classroom today and have tears well up in my eyes.
I showed up to mentor during my lunch hour with much excitement as always. When the teacher asked me to stay in the classroom, I was pumped. Because, let’s be honest, it makes my day to have kids huddled around me like they want my autograph (I handed out camp post cards instead).
But then, the teaching happened. It was about alliteration, metaphors, similes, and “omomatopoeias” (yes, it was spelled wrong on a GRPS worksheet). And the lesson was taught to second graders (most of whom are English as a second language learners) from a 3-ring binder. So the tears welled up. I had my first tragic, real life glimpse of our 50% graduation rate in GRPS.
These are the kids I love. They deserve so much more than this. It’s NOT FAIR.
I came home and legitimately cried. Full out, kind of crumbled for the state of our education system. I’m having a hard time getting over it.
Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you haven’t experienced what it’s like in some of our schools. You need to be aware. We all need to work together on this. Please watch David Guggenheim talk about why he made the movie, “Waiting for Superman” and why it’s not enough to “take care of my kids and move on”…
Oh, and you should DEFINITELY watch the movie. It’s my plea to the world.