School
Last week I registered Lala for Pre-K. It was exciting, while at the same time bittersweet. I'm excited that she is growing up and exploring new things… but she's also moving out of my control. Sure, she attends daycare, but it's a daycare that I choose with a low child/teacher ratio. A facility where they have time to care for her special needs and her educational needs.
I don't believe that my local public school does not have that environment. I know the teachers, working in the same district. They are wonderful, caring teachers. They work hard to give the best education to all of their students. But, dear reader, there are only 24 hours in a day and these teachers are human beings. The kind with bladders and families of their own; they deserve to be able to have access to both.
The fact is that local public school is slowly dying the death of a thousand cuts. Class sizes are so large that there is not enough room for all the desks needed. That alone is enough to give me pause. There will only be one teacher for all those students. No aid, no helper… no one watch others while Susie has a temper tantrum, Johnny wets his pants, Billy eats paste and Betty tries out her Power Ranger super kick on Tommy. By the way, the teacher also gets no break until lunch time. Lunch will be a scarfed down power bar, while trying to set up for the afternoon and tutoring Jimmy, Shawn, Cody and Joe (they don't know the Alphabet). Notice there is no time to use the bathroom… for six hours. The teacher will then spend another four to six hours preparing for the next battle day. There won't be time to cook a dinner for her/his own family or play with her/his own children; just a never ending meat grinder of "get-er-done". Sounds great doesn't it? Remember Lucy and the candy conveyer belt? My child is not a product to be wrapped.
That's why I'm shelling out the big bucks for a private school. One with small class sizes, teachers who are treated like human beings, lots of helpers and plenty of room to move around. The students actually play – because playing is how littles learn… not by sitting for hours at a desk – because no one can watch 30 kids run around alone. Although I know those teachers in the public Pre-K are wonderful people, I also know that they aren't able to do the job of four people.
Uniforms and standardized testing make great window dressing, but they won't educate my child. Cutting union bargaining laws make great sound bites, but they won't educate my child. Spending billions on the latest fad, the latest test, the latest gizmo will make someone rich, but it won't educate my child.
That's what any parent should care about.
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