One Of My Few Regrets…
Friends, Mrs. Mimi tends to say it like it is. Or at least, I say it how I see it. And, so far, I don’t have many regrets. UNTIL….the Save Our Schools march came along.
You may have noticed that posting around here has been pretty sparse, sometimes bordering on non-existent. These periods of silence are usually followed up with long rambly posts in which I apologize and promise to do better. Cue a few more weeks with no posting and there you have it- my own personal shame spiral.
Few things mean more to me than the welfare of teachers and their ability to create dynamic, nourishing environments for their students. I will support the shit out of you for the rest of my blogging days because, at my core, I AM A TEACHER. Teaching has always come first for me….my little beloved friends, my Super Colleagues, my work in classrooms. And then I had a baby.
Holy that-kicked-my-ass, Batman!
Mini Mimi is amazing. But with her came the adjustment of a lifetime. Within the last year(ish) I became Mommy Mimi, Dr. Mimi and ventured out of the classroom to work more closely with teachers. Can you say, “Too many balls in the air?” Okay, maybe not too many balls, really just too many NEW balls combined with a host of old ones. (Did anyone else just hear me compare blogging to “old balls?” Was that out loud? I think you know what I mean though.) Clearly, it has taken me awhile to get all the pieces to fit together in a way that doesn’t have me routinely screaming into my pillow and/or lying on the floor paralyzed by my giant and multifaceted (albeit organized and color coded) To Do List.
This is a long way of saying I totally missed out on the Save Our Schools March and DAMN! Was that shit up my alley! I heard about it, read a bit about it but was so overwhelmed that I guess it just never went in. And then, when I decided to scroll through old emails (and realized that one should really never let one’s email go because then one is assaulted by an inbox so full that it really could merit a place on The Biggest Loser), I saw it. My email invitation to join the movement, to speak, to promote, to be a part of this amazing event.
But it was already too late. I had a new ball that dropped when I wasn’t even looking. I feel like I’ve let you all down.
Thank goodness for people with their shite together (such as Valerie Strauss) who posted about the event here. Word on the street is Matt Damon brought down the house. While he is not an educator, he is a lover of educators and because he is crazy famous, maybe someone will listen to him. Plus, he’s not so hard on the eyes. Even bald. You can watch him speak here or read a transcript of his speech here. I’m going to be trying desperately to catch up on ALL THAT I MISSED, so stay tuned via my Facey page or Twitter for more.
In my heart, I am hoping against hope that it is not too late for me to find a place within this amazing, inspirational movement of brilliant educators. No regrets, right?