I really think that I need to get over it and exit the profession because it just nags at me so.
I see injustices everywhere and they appear monstrous to me and I just don’t know what to do about it. I see kids that are not in the “club” (you know what I mean – the ones who come from privilege) and they play the game and it just goes on and on and on and on.
It’s like there’s too much to say so why say anything.
One thing I deeply appreciate is being able to express myself here where someone might read it. So thanks for supporting me in my woes and my depression about our profession. I just don’t like to see kids suffer at the hands of teachers who won’t teach in alignment with the research and the standard.
I know that those teachers don’t do it intentionally, and mainly because they are fine with teaching the way they were taught, which was so wrong, but intentionally or not, they make kids suffer.
They suffer like – for real. And the poor teachers suffer too!
I’m having a bad day with it. I can’t even wash the dishes or go for a bike ride that my mind doesn’t get bombarded with these thoughts about what those kids are experiencing and I think I’m going a bit over the edge lately, maybe because of the war and all that stuff as well.
Maybe it’s the five kids in Aurora on the east side of Denver who all died within a few minute of each other last week from fentanol. I don’t know.
I’ve been posting on Victoria and the three angels. At least she’s in Berlin now, bound for Portugal where her husband Orlando is. Get that woman a job now that she’s out of Ukraine! She is one of the great language teachers. If you don’t believe me watch this:
I’m usually the one giving the pep talks, because my mind and heart are so absolutely certain that we are on the right track, and I know that God has His own way of timing things, but man, this is getting rough.
Thanks for reading this.