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Visible invisibilia

Now you see it: Ready for ELA…(documents below)
Now you don’t: Transition to just Computer Technology…

Why are teachers fatigued? I’m wondering if there is a psychological profile that suits most educators: it depends on their position in the hierarchy of the organization, perhaps, and what teaching and educational philosophies/best practices/research that inform their own bias and practice. Do we trend toward empathetic, competitive, creative souls? Are we perfectionists, visionaries, or psychopaths? I am not sure. I do know, to date, until our robot overlords show themselves, we are humans. We carry experiences, baggage, insights that no one else knows. We extend our hands, show our tears and share our laughter; but, if someone is determined to be cut off from the humanity of education, there is not much anyone can do or say.

I do know, to date, until our robot overlords show themselves, we are humans. We carry experiences, baggage, insights that no one else knows. Everyone has a story to tell. We extend our hands, show our tears and share our laughter; but, if someone is determined to be cut off from the humanity of education, there is not much anyone can do or say. Think of the Dolores Umbridges of the world: that archetype of pragmatic agendas, grinding into the skin and drawing scars and blood. We villainize and protest: think about Betsy Devos and her ilk. Think about how she can wrap herself in tweed and money, put on pearls and shrimp-colored lipstick, and learn how to say the right things to make others believe, bring them to her side, kindly gutting the system.

Think of the Dolores Umbridges of the world: that archetype of pragmatic agendas, grinding into the skin and drawing scars and blood. We villainize and protest: think about Betsy Devos and her ilk. Think about how she can wrap herself in tweed and money, put on pearls and shrimp-colored lipstick, and learn how to say the right things to make others believe, bring them to her side, kindly gutting the system.

I can’t know Betsy Devos’ true heart. I can’t truly understand her background or motivation. Not coming from wealth or being in that echelon, I can no more know her or her me. Dolores didn’t care to know Harry, and we all know how that turned out.

But I’m just musing this morning– there are beautiful stars right over my head. Orion showed himself strong and infinite. Venus flirted with the moon. And under my feet, in the southern hemisphere, golden heavens took their tea and sang their songs. It’s been a good week. Students are connecting, many of my colleagues are supportive, and I will continue to share.

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