The play made me ask the terrifying question that every educator asks themselves at some point: Am I actually helping my students?
We must do our best to provide students with an education that allows them to see the humanity of others, and grow to fight injustice and oppression within our communities.
A good education should, inherently, cause us discomfort. Part of the "enlightening experience" built into the definition of the word itself is shining light into the darkness of our own ignorance. When has that ever felt good?
I am constantly asking myself: What is the line between "education" and "indoctrination"?
We can no longer REactively teach towards justice and create space for compassion within our classrooms. We must PROactively work to make justice, compassion, and safety part of our consistent classroom culture and curriculum.
If we're going to be on the same team, we have to trust each other. That means being transparent, up front, and telling our truth even when we think it's difficult for other people to hear.
We must open the doors of our practice, our minds, and our students' minds and hearts as well.
The longer we live with the myth of racism or its tendrils as bygone ideas, the more we provide the tinder of complacency that allows fires of hatred to fly through our streets.
When we isolate kids from opportunities to experience the land, we essentially leave them in a space of disconnect from nature and the environment.
It's easy to take the focus, dedication, and joy learning can provide for granted.