My friends who are not quitting

"Hold those things that tell your history and protect them. During slavery, who was able to read or write or keep anything? The ability to have somebody to tell your story to is so important. It says: 'I was here. I may be sold tomorrow. But you know I was here.'"

Maya Angelou

I'm not saying that teachers' experience compares to slavery yet there is a trend toward decreasing recognition of the humanity of teachers and students.   I'm recognizing the increasing oppression with top down one-size-fits-all micro-management solely for test score growth in our public schools. I'm mourning the appreciation of each person's unique contribution in this world where we raise our children in school buildings.

This year we did not feel like we were telling our story but being forced into someone else's story--with no humor, little humanity and often headed for tragedy. Suicide risks ran high and real.

Now that the school year is officially done in Denver, we're telling our stories from this year. While the realities are still fresh in our minds, we are trying to find what we can take hold of for a story that has heart, voice and more meaningful learning for everyone. We're listening. We're talking. Maybe a little dreaming. A little hoping. Some strategic thinking, design, planning.  A lot of love and appreciation for anyone who will listen.

One more year. Because we know the kids don't have a choice.