As we crawl under the barbed wire of Covid, keeping ourselves going, knowing we’ll make it, even – in an odd way – thanking Trump for how his darkness has galvanized us in growing sisterly and brotherly love, I have been reflecting on how much good is coming out of the crisis.
One of the most noticeable changes for me is I now clearly see – very clearly by comparison – how dark our teaching has been for decades. We have always favored the few while letting millions of kids graduate thinking that they were bad at languages. We have taught shitty. OK shittily.
We were missing everything about the research. We were missing stuff about language education, the piece about community, and the big piece about love. Some of us were downright mean. Many kids hated going to their classes. That was dark stuff.
I’m welcoming the light now. I can’t can’t quite see it yet, since it is just first light, but I’m feeling it strong on my strained neck. I’m feeling the light.
I know it’s going to be sunny soon. I feel like it’s a promise to us from somewhere really great, somewhere over the rainbow. We have suffered so long! We deserve this change….
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