Just realized my last two posts contradict eachother. (¿Estoy loca?) So, is it garden- or prison-like in my classroom? This is my life as a bilingual ed teacher. District and state mandates are placing so much pressure on my students. All we do is test. They go home drained at the end of the day.
But I still do all I can to liven things up, enrich the day with good literature, poetry, music, and art. I remind them how wonderful it is to be who we are. I close the door, do my thing, do magic.
I suppose I could say "whatever" like many folks around me, "that's just the way it is", and "I don't care anymore."
But I can't. Won't. They're too important to me. Son mis hermanos, mis hijos, mi gente.