Sunday, April 10, 2011

Good Fences

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ahhh...the fences of the Bluegrass! So symbolic they are for those of us in the teaching profession. It reminds me of the way I feel when I enter my Fayette classroom today: constricted, unfree.

Is my lesson written on the board in kid-friendly language for Jack Hayes to see? Am I ready for the dreaded walk-through? If an administrator asks a student what she is learning, will she give the right answer?

Oh, those terrifying fences. Oh, the sad state of education in Kentucky. How long will I continue to have tenure? What will be asked of me next? How will I transorm my non-readers/ non-writers into proficient learners without the support of the home and the administration? Who will be an advocate for me the teacher while I am trapped inside this fence on the groeunds I used to love?