We're the Island of Misfit Toys.
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The more I think about it, the more I realize my school is really the Island of Misfit Toys. I wonder who I am.
I know I have put off writing a letter to an old friend, showing what I have done with my credentials. I have avoided looking for another position. I talk about going back to school and I complain about the economy.
Or is it that I know I am broken as well and working where I need to be?
I think I could do better with an organized, nurturing administration (wouldn't everyone). Maybe my students would do better with an organized nurturing teacher.
The 10% I cannot change are driving me away from the 90% who try. Why do I keep letting them win?
5 comments:
Isn't it interesting how sometimes we find our place through the placeless.
Tori
http://thriftytori.blogspot.com/2010/09/six-word-saturday.html
Wow, I sure hope your story has a happy ending...like Rudolph did :)
Hi again!
My 64U:
Hope the story has happy ending,
LOLA:)
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I think you know the answer to your question. What is it?
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I often wonder who's the misfit:
1. me, as a teacher who knows that the kids I teach would never make it in the rest of the world, acting as they do
2. the kids, because they live in a bubble where it's perfectly normal to avoid learning or thinking about the future
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