Hello Sojourners,
'Every little thing is gonna be alright' |
I have started this post several times...and scrapped my drafts. I can offer drafty-draft poems on a weekly basis without batting an eye. But, a prose piece about how I really feel? Oooh, that's harder for me.
I work in a school that is full of students that are marked by change. Think about these conditions:
- all are tweens or teens
- a majority of them are not native English speakers
- many are refugees
- many, even if they are not refugees, are first generation Americans
- a majority live below the poverty line which can impact changes in housing and overall feeling of security
- We have had three different principals (and assorted assistant principals) in the last three years
- We have a high educator turnover rate (25% is not unusual)
- Our building is over 50 years old with a "new" wing built onto it making our space a bit wacky. I kid you not, new courtyards built with stage-style half-circle cement seating were surrounded by rocks (to keep the weeds down. Reader, weeds still grew).