Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Ten Truths about Teaching

Dear Readers,
    Below is an insight into the jumbled brain of a teacher who either a) drinks too much coffee, b) can't sleep or c) really needs to find a new hobby.  In any event, here is are my 10 truths about teaching.  Please comment below with your truths as I would love to hear what you think!


Top Ten Teaching Truths 
(In no particular order)
  1. A significant part of your job as a teacher is essentially being a surrogate parent.  This is especially true if you teach in an Elementary School as you spend more hours per day with your students than they may spend with their parents.  Thus, you are one of the most significant influences on your students during the time they spend in your classroom.  If that thought doesn’t make your heart skip a beat, I don’t know what will.  So much for wanting only two children.
  2.  You will get sick.  No amount of vitamin C, Echinacea, hand sanitizer or Airborne will save you.  Your immune system will become stronger, but never strong enough to combat an epidemic of the stomach flu that will sweep through your classroom.  Just the whisper of the word “lice” will send you running to the nurse for a head check and give you an irresistible urge to scratch your head.  You will become completely freaked out when the school nurse sends home notes about impetigo, ringworm and hand, foot and mouth disease.  Some days you will seriously consider wearing a HAZMAT suit to work.
  3. Teaching will both make your heart burst with joy and break it to pieces.  Sometimes this will happen in the same day or even the same hour.  Let’s face it; you work with humans, not with widgets.  The amount of emotions, problems and issues all combine to make your own emotions a hot mess.  You will experience highs and lows so often that you feel like you rode a roller coaster before you even got to bus duty.
  4.  Your contributions to your profession will largely go unrecognized.  You are a superstar in your small world but that rarely translates into the larger realm.  While you may experience the thrill of being a B-List celebrity when you run into a student or parent in the local grocery store, chances are that it will only happen when you are not wearing makeup or haven't washed your hair.  The good thing is that you won’t mind the lack of formal accolades, because it is often the small things that make the most difference in a child’s life rather than the larger gestures.  You make a difference even if you don’t realize it.
  5.   Teaching is political whether you like it or not.  Education and Politics are tied together.  It is the political climate that dictates how and what we teach.  It is educational policy, often crafted by non-educators, that defines how much funding schools receive, what the priorities are, and even how you are evaluated.  Teachers can no longer afford to be ignorant of politics.  Know this: it is never too late to get involved and to become educated.  After all, you are an educator.  Educating yourself is of primary importance.
  6. If you are in a Union, then You are the Union, not “they”.  As a member, you have a voice.  Your salary and benefits are a direct result of your bargaining unit.  Get involved and stay involved on some level.  A union is integral to a democracy and functions as such.  As part of this unit you can create change.  If you live in NYS, understand what the Triborough Amendment and Taylor Law are, what Right toWork means and how important opposition to a Constitutional Convention is to your livelihood and to your classroom.  Read up on tenure and social justice so you can throw some shade at your grumpy Uncle in the Make America Great hat at your next family gathering.
  7. You will not get rich.  You will make less than your college classmates who have the same or lesser amounts of education than you do.  Taxpayers will resent your salary and you will want to hide during school budget votes and November elections. You will cringe as politicians who want votes will hold up your salary as an example of why taxes in your community are so high.  You will also spend a significant portion of your hard earned salary on your classroom.  You may own your own laminator and every color Sharpie ever made, but you sweat out the end of August every year before your first paycheck in September.
  8. People will always think you only work 9 months a year.  Nothing could be further than the truth.  While school is in session from September to June (10 months - by the way), you will continue to work during the summer outside your classroom by taking hours and hours of professional development, writing curriculum, planning lessons, and preparing your classroom.  However much you work in July and August, your salary is for 10 months, not 12.  If your district pays you on a 12-month schedule, this means that you give your district an interest free loan every single week on a portion of your income.
  9.   You will always feel somewhat torn between your own personal children and your school children.  When someone asks about your kids, you will ask “My birth children or my kiddos?” or something to that effect.  You will drag yourself into work sick so you can save your sick days for when your own kids are sick and then worry every moment while you are home about what is happening in your classroom.  Every child that enters your classroom will be one of your kids for life.   Your kids will grow up as a teacher’s kid and will have insight into how a classroom functions unlike their classmates.  The good thing is that your own children will grow up knowing that your heart is big enough to hold all that love, and, hopefully, so are theirs.
  10. Last, but not least, Teaching is not a choice.  It is a calling.  It is a vocation.  Many teachers did not go into the profession or stay there because of the glamour, money and great schedule (sarcasm intended).  We do this because we love it, in all its beauty and all its ugliness.  15% ofteachers who enter the profession leave within 5 years and 40% of students with undergraduate degrees in education never enter the classroom at all.  Those of us who stay do so because we love what we do and truly hope that we will leave the world a better place than we found it.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Watching and Listening

I'm overwhelmed.  Totally and throughly overwhelmed.  So much has happened in our world in the past week that I am on news overload.  I'm sure I'm not the only one.  Several times in the past few days, my family has had to tell me to "step away from the internet".  There is so much news, so much spin, so much hate and so much confusion that I can barely process it all.  It is becoming surreal.  It has become challenging to know what is real, what is fake, what is hype and what is "alternate facts".

Here is what I know:  what is happening now is a direct result of many years of political apathy on the part of American citizens.  Politics is a dirty business so many of us have chosen to allow others to play that game.  And now... here we are.  As my father would say, "Up shit creek without a paddle".  He has a way with words, my father.  I'll admit it, I am complicit in this situation.  After having grown up in politics, I had developed a distaste for anything remotely political.  I shied away from it, choosing instead to focus on what I could manage, namely raising children and surviving.

Like many others, I feel that I have awakened into a nightmare.  Big money controls our country now more than ever.  This president, unlike other career politicians before him, is too impulsive and naive to even attempt to mask the situation.  His cabinet nominees and his White House staff are a testament to how he and our government has been sold to the highest bidders irregardless of their qualifications or their conflicts of interest.

We live in a large and diverse country.  The wheels of government turn slowly and the legal system will manage to, hopefully, temper some of what is happening.  In my opinion, it is a good thing that our citizens have been awakened.  It is important that not only the momentum continues, but that we remember that our President works for us, not vice versa.  We need to stay awake and not be lulled back into complacency.

We also need to remember that our children are watching us.  They hear and see more than we think they do.  Just last week my boys took out every building block I had available to build what they called a "Trump Wall".  It was funny but it was also sad.  They built a wall and decided who could be on which side of it.  This is not what I want my Littles to think is OK.  I teach them to tear down walls, look outside of skin colors and differences and to accept each other for the good in each of us.  Our children are watching how we behave.   We must be cognizant of that fact.  We must conduct ourselves in a way that is positive.  We must use this as an opportunity to teach them about discrimination, how to object in a way that is fruitful, how to stand up to a bully, and how to handle conflict.

Our children are watching.  We must remember not to lower ourselves to the level that our elected officials would like to take us.  Try watching the news with the sound off.  Look at the angry faces.  Read the signs.  So much anger.  So much hate.  So many bad words.  This is what our children are seeing.  While they may not understand the words, they see the anger and the hate.  They hear our discussions and our opinions.  I know this because of how I hear my Firsties speak to each other at recess and playtime.  They use angry and loud voices.  They shout to be heard.  They say bad words that they hear at home or on TV and the internet.



We have a chance, one chance, right now, to teach our children how to understand what is happening.  We can teach them to be active in their community.  We can teach them the power of voting.  We can model for them what a peaceful protest looks like.  We can demonstrate the power of words.  We can teach them how to be kind.  They are watching.  They are listening.  Never underestimate that.







Monday, January 9, 2017

Remembering a Friend

Some people come into our lives for a reason.  They make their mark, change your life in some way and then leave.  Sometimes they stick around long enough to see the end result. Other times, they just set the pieces in motion.  

When these people arrive, they never creep in.  No way.  They come in loud and proud, demanding your attention.  You are often enthralled with their energy.  You have no choice but to join them on their journey as it becomes your journey too.

One of the talents of these amazing people is that they see something in you that you didn't see in yourself.  They know how to draw out qualities that you may not believe you have and help you to develop them.  They become your cheerleader.  They love you for who you are and who you can be. 

I was lucky enough to meet one of those people a couple years ago.  It was a chance meeting at a union event.  Through a series of random coincidences, I ended up at a conference in Saratoga Springs, NY for NYSUT.  There, I met Sonia Basko.  Sonia had recently moved to the Albany area to work at the NYSUT headquarters in Latham.  I wasn't sure how to take Sonia.  She was brutally honest, somewhat foul-mouthed, outspoken and totally confident.  Nevertheless, our paths continued to cross.  Sonia liked my blog and often tweeted out the link to her large group of followers.  She encouraged me to take on larger roles and to become more active in the union movement.

Sonia was a force of nature.  She could move mountains and often did.  She was a connector.  She connected people and events.  She believed passionately in social justice.  She was a true unionist and incredibly knowledgeable about how to use social media to promote her causes.  


Sonia was in my life for a relatively short time.  For others, she was there much longer.  I call her a friend because she was kind to me, made me laugh and believed in me.  For so many others, she was so much more.  On Saturday, we said goodbye to Sonia.  Sonia lost her battle with cancer at 43 years of age.  She was a bright star that burned out far too early.  

Sonia's life should inspire us all.  Sonia lived life out loud.  She followed her passions, inspired others and believed that she could make a difference.  And she did.  She made a difference in my life.  She made a difference for so many people that knew her and many that will never know her.  

If there is any message to be learned, it is this:  Take Chances.  Get Messy.  Believe in Yourself.  Live Life out Loud.  Say What You Mean.  Go Beyond Yourself.  Tell Others You Love Them.  Be You.  And, most of all, Leave this World a Little Better than You Found It. This is what we need to teach our children because this is what matters.

#TeamSonia



Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Begin Again

For teachers, the new year begins in September, not January.  September brings us a new class, new supplies, new school clothes, new schedules, new faces, and new names.  Our students count on us to be their guide into the brave new world that each child faces as they begin their journey each school year.  There is so much novelty that September brings, that when January arrives, the year hardly seems new anymore.  Instead, January signifies a shift.  For young learners, January is when many children start to really show significant growth.  In my little world, I refer to it as the "January Jump".  The kids arrive back at school after the holiday break a little taller and with a few less baby teeth.  Somehow, they look older to me even though we were apart for just 10  days.  By the end of the month, they all have made such significant progress from where they were just 5 months previous that it often astounds me even after all these years.  They are no longer climbing the mountain by learning to be first graders, but rather, they are cresting it and continuing their journey toward being second graders. 

January isn't a new year in my world, but rather a time for rejuvenation.  It is a time for renewing promises and for regeneration.  It is a time for examination of priorities and making promises.  As such, I find myself back at my keyboard after a 6 month hiatus.  During those 6 months, I changed schools and shifted my focus.  I took some time to start over with a new school year in a new school building.  While it has been an overall positive experience, I do miss the students, families and friends at my previous school.  Adjusting to a different school, with a new schedule and responsibilities impacted the time I had previously used for reading and writing.  In addition, the political climate made me feel overwhelmed.  My desire to be informed and politically active was in direct opposition to my desire to maintain my sanity.  

As a nation, we are about to embark upon a tumultuous journey in this new year.  As we entered the new school year in September, we found ourselves facing a truly historic time as the election drew nearer.  We were confronted with a choice between two candidates, neither of whom would address the issue of what the future of education would hold for our children.  Education was barely given a passing remark in the debates and was not in the top 5 issues in the election.  In the end, we now are about to be led by a man who has no interest in and no understanding of public education.  His choice to lead the DoE is actually worse than John King.  His promise to "get rid of Common Core" will lead to a simple rebranding of an already bad idea.  I shudder to think of what will happen to our children and our teachers under this coming administration.

As a result, I felt that it was time to resurrect my writing.  It is time to renew that promise that I made to myself to always be an advocate for children within and beyond my classroom walls.  During this new school year, I have witnessed first hand what happens when when educators work together to create change.  I feel that we are at the edge of a new beginning in our corner of the world.  We worked hard to make our voices heard and it is making an impact along with some positive changes.  Now, we must work together to make our voices heard on a much larger scale in this new year and in this new era that we are facing.  The only way we can do this is to speak loudly and speak often.  We must be what we want our students to be:  informed, confident, capable and strong.  It is our time to shift our thinking and embrace our strength.  Our children are counting on us.



#BeTheUnion #United #SpeakUpSpeakOut #BeTheChange




Monday, June 13, 2016

Promise Me

An Open Letter to Parents of Elementary Students:

Dear Parents:

The end of the school year is upon us.  It is time for me to return your child to you.  Please know that I did my very best to ensure that your child had a quality first grade experience in spite of all the mandates and curriculum requirements.  I tried to put some fun into our learning.  I tried to celebrate each day and the uniqueness of each child.  I used my experience and education about developmentally appropriate education and child development to help your child learn.  I have given them all that I had to give.


And yet, I feel as though it was not enough.  For you see, at the end of this school year, while I am completely out of my special lined paper, erasers, pencils and reading logs; I still have an abundance of glue sticks, colored paper and crayons.  What that tells me is, that although the children produced a large amount of writing and consumed a lot of books, we did not do nearly enough crafts and projects.  For that, parents, I apologize.  We did not sing enough songs, read enough poetry and make enough paper and glitter creations.  We should have.


I started the year knowing that I had 180 math lessons to teach in 180 days, 800 or more "steps" to complete in reading, quarterly reading assessments, daily reading assessments, 300-500 power words to introduce, 6 Domains to download, master, teach and assess, three genres of writing to instruct and assess, P.E. minutes to provide, health lessons to teach, science and social studies concepts and vocabulary to instruct, and many other academic standards and learning targets to write, refer to, and evaluate.  Along the way, I slipped in a few crafts, a little recess here and there, a couple dozen lunch bunches and some read alouds just for fun.  But it was not enough.


While the children gained stamina, reading ability, decoding skills and math fluency, they lost fine motor growth, social skills and the ability to self-regulate as every minute was planned and executed.  My pride swells for the growth they achieved, while my heart weeps for the childhood they lost.  I worried for them constantly, as I worried for me.  Would they be able to reach the benchmarks I set for them back in September?  Would they grow enough so that I could continue to be rated highly effective?  Would I complete the math program in spite of knowing that they needed more time to master the work as I plowed ahead on the pacing schedule?  Would they look back on first grade as a happy experience or would they wonder why they have so little in their memory box from that year?


Common Core, state and district mandates, standardized testing and education reformers are stealing our children's childhood.  We have replaced words like playtime, circle time, centers, math games, hands on learning, creativity and teacher made materials with words like rigor, grit, tenacity, stamina, fidelity, efficacy and k-12 marketplace .  Our children are no longer pupils, they are data points.  We are drowning in data instead of in glitter.


Parents, please know that I tried to fight for your child's school experience.  I wrote, I blogged, I spoke and I posted.  I cried.  A lot.  I put my reputation on the line.  I made friends and I made enemies.  My colleagues and I are torn between loving being teachers and being forced to teach materials and content that we know is not what your child needs right now.  We are caught between wanting to do what is right and needing to keep our jobs.   We keep hoping for a White Knight to come to the rescue, but all we seem to have right now is the Dark Overlord of Data and Standards.


So, moms and dads, as your little ones come home to you at the end of the school year, and the summer stretches before you, please make me a promise:  Promise me that you will let your little one be little this summer.  Let your child play outside, run, swim, bike, play hide and seek, hopscotch, tag and Red Rover.  On rainy days, get out that playdough, make cookies, paint, draw, color and glitter something.  Play board games and tell stories.  Put away the ipad, the review book and the math packets.  Talk.  Giggle.  Tell jokes and stories.  Give your child back his/her childhood for the next 8 weeks, because I promise you.... in September, the school day will be longer, the curriculum will be more rigorous, the expectations will be greater, and the homework will be harder.  Please let them be children.  





http://qz.com/704723/to-be-more-self-reliant-children-need-boring-summers/

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Ready or Not

As a result of love and possible lunacy, I am blessed with five children.  Two, a son and a daughter, are mine by birth.  Three stepdaughters are mine by marriage.   They range in age from 15-25 and in heights from 4’10’ to 6’2”, with the youngest two, ironically being the tallest.  All are very unique in personality, accomplishments, talents and interests.  As a result of the ages, we are beyond the stage of club sports, music lessons and school productions.  We are in the Age of Ceremonies now.  Every May/June finds us traveling to or planning a celebration of one kind or another.  Time is now marked by Commencements rather than tournaments or banquets.

Just last week, I attended the most recent of our Ceremonies.  This one was held in Boston, Massachusetts at none other than the oldest and most prestigious College in the country.  We went to Harvard to attend one of our daughters’ Commissioning and then Commencement ceremonies.  As a side note, I have noticed that the higher the cost of tuition, the more ceremonies are performed upon graduation.  I guess College administrators want to make sure we get our money’s worth! Thus, these events are often 2-3 day affairs.  As I sat through the reading of the names of the graduates on a very warm and sunny Thursday early afternoon, I thought about what makes a child “College and Career Ready”.  How were these bright, young adults considered ready to enter the “Real World”?  Are they truly “Career Ready”? Some of them definitely are.   Others will find that they are not and will retreat back into academia to pursue further education and stave off entering the responsibilities that come with adulthood.  Still others will forge forward only to wake up one day and ask themselves “How did I get here?”

This group of bright young minds were the last of the students who left high school before Common Core made its way forward.  Without the current curriculum and tests, how was it determined that these students were ready to enter college and careers?  I can only assume that potential school admissions officers and employers had to make that determination based on grades that were awarded on teacher made tests (Oh the horror!), teacher recommendations and involvement in clubs and activities.  Without the Pearson made tests, I can only guess by the number of outstanding youths, that this must have been an arduous task. 



Is a test or series of tests a true indicator of how College and Career Ready a student is?  I would argue that there is no way a test can predict something as esoteric as that.  As a parent of five, I can’t give much credence to it either.  College and career readiness is so much more than academic knowledge or the ability to perform well on a test.  To be truly ready for College and/or a career, one must possess a certain amount of maturity to be able to confidently handle the challenges of both situations.  Academic knowledge does not always indicate maturity and vice versa.  What determines success for one child is completely different than what determines success for another.  Studies are already showing that the tests that former Secretary of Education, Arne Duncan lent so much credence to are failing to show validity.  In short, these outrageously expensive assessments aren’t worth the paper they are printed on. 

I don’t need a test to tell me if my children are College and Career ready.  I already know that.  One of mine is struggling his way into adulthood.  He is a great test taker but a poor student, a good employee but hates work.  He needs much more maturity before he will be ready to truly take on college or a career.  My other one is pole vaulting ahead with maturity.  She’s an excellent student, but performs marginally on standardized tests.  When it comes time to apply to college, our biggest obstacle will be distance as she is a homebody.  However, she will be ready to go to college and it will be bittersweet for us both.

With each class of students that I educate, I like to imagine where they will be when they reach adulthood.  I often wish I had a crystal ball so I could look ahead and see if my predictions were accurate.  I imagine them as architects, doctors, teachers, stylists, chefs, movie stars, writers, painters, mothers and more.  I like to think that they will all be happy in their chosen paths, even as I am fully aware that some will encounter obstacles too great to overcome.  This generation, the Children of the Core, I believe, will have to come to terms with what Education Reformers has stolen from them.  They will have to overcome the impulse to give the “right answer” to questions posed.  They will have to search deeply to find creativity and innovation.  They will have to learn to question and demand more for their own children.

Out of my own five children, four of them have escaped the Core.  The youngest is on the fringe.  It is with constant vigilance that I work to protect her from the damage done through close reading and the emphasis on informational text rather than quality literature.  Through encouragement, she is exploring her own natural artistic talents rather than being pulled into the demand of STEM curriculum.  She will be college and career ready in spite of the Common Core and the invalid and unreliable tests. 

Administrators love to throw around the words, College and Career Ready as though it is something that should be hallowed.  When teachers question the curriculum, the tests and the standards, we are met with an incredulous look and an accusatory remark, i.e. “Don’t you believe in high standards?” or “How could you not want our students to be college and career ready?” as though we teachers actually strive for mediocrity in our students.  Personally, I do not believe in putting the responsibility for making a child “College and Career Ready” on teachers or on students, especially in Elementary School.  That responsibility belongs elsewhere.  As a parent, it is my responsibility to ensure that my children are ready for what adulthood, college and careers bring to my children.  I don’t place that responsibility on my children’s teachers.  It is their responsibility to give them a broad based education, spark their curiosity and encourage their talents.  It is mine to ensure they are ready to face the challenges that will come with time and experience. 


As our children go forward into the world and the Age of Ceremonies evolves from Commencements into Marriages and Baptisms, and celebrations move from parties and into showers, there will be no tests to determine readiness, only Life.  No test can prepare them for that which truly matters.



Saturday, May 7, 2016

Out of Context

Writers and readers love words.  We collect them. We hoard them.  We savor them on our tongues. We dole them out like tiny treasures.  While I have always viewed myself as a reader, I have never viewed myself as a writer.   A few short years ago, I took a class on teaching writing from a gifted teacher and poet.  At the beginning of the course, she handed out paper and told us to write for fifteen minutes.  Truly, it was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.  I told her that I could not write.  I stated that I was there to learn to teach writing, not to learn how to write.  She was wonderful and by the end of the course, I felt that I had made a new friend.  She gently encouraged me to try writing on my own.  For the first time, I started to understand the connection between being a writer and teaching writing.  When my first piece of writing was published I sent it to her immediately.  I was so excited and proud to share it with her.

Since then, I have started to write in earnest.  I find it cathartic.  I write and revise often.  I choose words carefully knowing that my words are being read by others.  Often when a blog post is finished, I feel exhausted, drained and exhilarated all at the same time.  Publishing a blog post feels a bit like watching your child hop on the bus for Kindergarten for the first time.  You are thrilled to see them go, but sad at the same time because you realize that a little piece of your heart just went with them.  As a teacher, every day I pour my heart and soul into my classroom. When the frustrations or the joy spills over, it often ends up becoming a piece of writing.  Teaching writing to my students has become better as a result.  I understand their challenges and accomplishments on a different level.

Teachers know the power of words.  We know that our choice of words and our tone can have tremendous impact.  We know how important it is to verbally praise a child, choosing words that will create lasting change.  Teaching children to write as a form of self-expression is crucial to their success in school.  We instruct vocabulary to help increase and expand a child's language.  Lessons on word choice and contextual framework are integral parts of writing instruction.  Additionally, Teachers understand that our words are often used by children as they play, experiment with writing and converse with others.



However, as I am learning, once you publish your words, they are no longer your own.  Adversaries attempt to parse your words, turning and twisting them, taking them out of context as a strategy to embarrass, control or silence the writer.  Those same words, meant to convey a message of hope or joy or awareness, become a landmine of hurt.  Your words are intentionally misinterpreted to fit a narrative that was not of your own creation.  This is nothing new, as it is tactic that has been used for centuries.  Recently, I discovered there is a special name for this when it pertains to blogging.  It is called Gap Hunting.  According to the author of this blog post:

Unfortunately, Gap Hunting is becoming a very common phenomenon in the world of blogging. Often, “The Gap Hunter” will twist your words, and therefore your message, and will do so by letting you know this in public (usually in your comments section). Gap Hunting is usually not a typical, respectful disagreement between bloggers, but it is more of a systematic, personal attack on you, using your own words, so that The Gap Hunter cannot be disproved.  Often, there is no other point or purpose behind “gap hunting” other than to grab attention and to discredit you.

Gap Hunting is not just limited to the comment section, but also to having a blog combed over to find reasons to paint the writer in a different and often negative light.  Gap Hunting is being used by more than just internet trolls.  It is being used by anyone who wants to find a reason to discredit, bully, harass or menace someone whose opinion is different than theirs.



Teachers, as we all know, are often held to a higher standard.  It is a common perception amongst many that teachers should be okay with lower pay and challenging work environments because what we do is a "higher calling" and we are "in it for the kids".  Elementary teachers are portrayed as a bizarre combination of June Cleaver, Mary Poppins and the weird hostess from Romper Room.  God forbid we enjoy an adult beverage or swear outside the workplace on our own time.  Having an opinion, or being sarcastic is not tolerated.  Because we spend our working hours with children, we are often treated like we are the age of the children we teach.  Like our students, we are given more and more to do and less and less control over how we do it.  We are told how to behave and called out when our behavior is not to someone else's liking.  When we express strong opinions, we are told that our words, or even facial expressions, are "aggressive", "disruptive" and "upsetting".  Amusingly, this often does not happen to middle or high school teachers.  Certainly not to college professors.

In reality,  those of us who teach Elementary School have held our tongues for too long.  We have watched our words.  We've played nice.  We've been polite.  We've been quiet.  We've closed our doors.  We've kept saying, "It can't get worse." and "the pendulum will swing back".  We buried our heads in the sand.  We didn't want to upset anyone, much less parents, colleagues and students.  All the while, our rights were being chipped away and our workload was being increased.  Still, we stayed silent.  We did more with less.  We followed the rules.  We were careful not to be controversial out of a combination of fear and our dedication to our students.  We still are.  This is how and why we have found ourselves in the situation we are now in as educators.

I, for one, am not staying silent.  I refuse to allow my words to be used against me.  I refuse to pretend that it will get better, when it is not.  I won't accept promises.  I won't bury my head in the sand.  We are making gains by making noise.  I apologize if I have offended some by my words, but I will not take them back.  I believe in the right to free speech.  I believe that we need to stand up and speak out so that our voices may be heard.  I believe that the only way we will create change is to demand it.  I will continue to choose my words.  They are powerful.  They are important.  They are mine.