matching tracksuits

fun in threes, sometimes fours

Goodbye, Kiddos

I lost four of my students today. They’re not gone from school or even off our particular team grouping. I’m just no longer their English teacher. The reason is the irony of bureaucracy: the law that’s meant to protect in this case hurts.

They’re special education students with IEPs that require a special ed facilitator in the room with them for English class. This special ed teach has been reassigned to another class, so those four students have to go to another teacher’s inclusion classroom. It’s the law. The problem is, there are already too many special ed kids in the classroom my students got moved to, and since there are only four of them, it’s not much of a challenge for me to meet their needs without assistance. But the law is the law. It’s there to protect them, even when it doesn’t.

I spoke to administrators, special ed coordinators, guidance counselors about these kids. “Please, leave these kids in my class! They’re doing great! The classroom atmosphere is very supportive. It’s a smaller class than the one you’re moving them to. I really like them; they like me. They’ve settled into the routines of the class. They know how things work. It’s a good fit. It’s working,” I begged. But it’s the law, and it’s there to help these kids.

I’ve known this was coming for a week. I’ve been fighting it for a week. Today was the first without the kids in class. Three of them came to my door later in the day asking why they can’t be back in my class.

“Trust me, kiddos — I want you in my class,” was all I could say.

Unrelated Picture

We went for a bike ride this evening. The Boy wanted to visit the old garment factory that’ now houses only a costume shop.

It doesn’t open until later in the month…

Return from the Long Weekend

We returned to school to find 18 teachers out today due to covid. That’s not 18 positive cases — just 18 teachers affected in one way or another. Quarantined due to exposure. Staying home because of a child being quarantined due to exposure. Staying home because a child’s daycare has closed due to excessive covid cases.

“Why don’t we call the governor to see if he would like to come and cover some of these teachers who are out,” I suggested to another teacher as we stood, sensibly distanced and masked, making copies and preparing materials in the teacher workroom.

Meanwhile, the kids came and went in a variety of styles: no masks, masks worn down on the chin, masks worn properly, and various transitional states between the three. I carried on, masked all day, conscientiously distanced from everyone, teaching English I Honors kids how to parse some crazy Poe sentences.

After school and dinner, the Boy and I headed across town for soccer practice.

At last — a fairly safe activity in these uncertain times. And after practice, I was pleased to see the Boy making a conscious effort to distance himself.

How long will these habits last? Will E still be pulling back from huddled groups ten years from now? Will it become a reflex? Some on the right would bemoan how this somehow scars them. Maybe, but I can think of worse scarring.

Lake Tillery 2021

Previous Years

Lake Tillery 2020

At the Lake

Lake, Part 1

Lake, Part 2

At the Lake

Weekend at the Lake

Final Day

Dinner

Sunday Relax

Chatting at the Lake

Take 1

If it were anyone other than Tommy and Joscho (the two greatest living guitarists — there’s no way to argue differently), I’d never believe this was the first time they played this song together.

Millennium Falcon

It was the greatest moment of my life to that point: a new, clean Millennium Falcon, nearly as big as I, was mine.

At times all I could do was sit and look at it incredulously.

Now, over forty years later, it’s in the Boy’s room, though the newness has worn off — both from the Falcon and for the Boy.

Perspective

Jablonka in World War 2