I like writing about funny life happenings.
Today it isn’t funny, it is serious, way too serious for me.
We are walking the picket line for a serious issue,
Smaller numbers than 34 first graders in a class with only one teacher.
That teacher is also paid just a smidgen of what she is worth.
I believe she is worth piles and piles of giant gold coins and more
For what she brings to her classroom every day,
But what does she bring?
She brings perseverance, hope and a warm and loving heart
Yes, she is worth her weight in gold for ushering in,
The joy that only reading,
Can provide a life with,
Why does our community not recognize,
And value, the gifts that she gives daily?
As I picket, I walk shoulder to shoulder with the strong and courageous,
We hear the honks and see thumbs up,
But see also the faces that glance and
I’m looking for funny today,
But it’s not.
PS Our district is a community district, the third largest in our state. After striking for one day, we have our first contract that includes necessary class size caps. I marched with new teachers and many that I have known for thirty-five years. I was proud to be among these dedicated teachers. But then again, every single day, I am amazed by their commitment to the children and families we serve. XO Nanc