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Suddenly, with tears, I breathe again.

by ErikaStellar on July 3, 2013   |  FacebooktwitterTumblr


I just received the phone call I have been waiting for; a job offer with a new school.
Some of you may know I have not been happy with my current job situation. I work (or now used to work)at a school with at-risk youth. The administration is volatile and they have never proven to care about the children who need the most love and respect of all. They don't put in place any necessary policies or procedures needed to maintain a consistent learning environment. At-risk students need consistency, love, respect, and trust...and THEN we can worry about trying to teach them something in the mean time. The administrators are so focused on fancy initiatives to get our name in the paper that they forgot our main job is to get the students at the bottom to graduate. Tired of complaining about these things we need to improve our students' education, I applied for an administrative position. I thought I could start to make the changes my fellow co-teachers and I have talked about for years. I submitted an instructional model for the school and presented it formally to the existing principals. Within the model were the thoughts and ideas collected from the teachers who work with the students everyday. I worked with the best teachers in my building to put together what we thought would increase our graduation rate and help the most students. They turned me down. My co-workers were upset because they saw my attempt to get my foot in the door as an administrator as a beacon of hope for the children we love. When I was turned down, and the job was given to someone less qualified (who happens to be a friend of the principal) I knew it was time to move on. I didn't know how I could stand by and continue to watch our students' hopes and dreams be ignored. I never once had to learn to love my students, I loved them the moment they walked in my room, but I couldn't learn to love the school. I wish I was stronger. I wish I could stay and provide what little support I could. But I couldn't breath; I couldn't feel myself breath. Today, I breath again.

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