Unsure.
Currently a car alarm echoes throughout the Harlem backdrop. I can not sleep; I could not sleep before, and said alarm ruins any chance I had hoped. I spent a lot of tonight looking through different blogs, to get a feel of what other NYC Educators are reading/thinking/writing. I do not feel like adding images to any of my posts tonight. Tonight I am trying to just write out my frustration in a few quick lines.
Sometimes it feels like my life has been steadily going downhill since I found out that my former school would not be renewing my contract. I still feels those emotions, and my hurt. I don’t know many other teachers, thus when I say I can’t think of anyone who wants to be employed and really making a difference more than I do, well I’m serious. The names of the kids I taught last year and are etched permantently into my memory and I miss them dearly. I miss their jovial and absurd comments on cold winter mornings, and the bleakness on the day of a test that they should have aced. Mostly I miss interacting with what will inherit the Earth when my generation sits its ass down. I miss the innocence.
I miss feeling part of something.
[Chester Kent]
