I have been working on high stake testing all this week and I have been out of my classroom for three days. Working near the front office of a school, you see different types of students filter through and hear a ton of stories. We have students getting into Harvard and Princeton at the same time we have kids in gangs. We students winning championship games, prizes in music and drama at the same time you have kids winning jail time for drag racing, theft, and other type activity. The students come with baggage – most if out of their control. I spend a lot of time in the classroom fighting legacy. As their teacher, I want the best for my students, but I feel like I am up against impossible odds.
My son is thirteen and I do not want to send him to the public school where I teach. What does that say about me as a professional if I send him to private school? What does that say about me as a mom if I send him to public school knowing the risks? I am terrified for Ava. The kids he hangs out with on the basketball court can be into anything off it. Avalon and I have to watch his back in the social world we witness and in the world he lives on the internet and through his cell phone.
Clayton woke me up around 4:30 am talking about a bad dream. Just know at dinner he told me he cannot go to bed because he does not want the bad dream about the cupcake that came to life to return. I laughed and told him to eat it. I would gladly trade adult worries for nightmares about walking cupcakes.
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