Bedtime 

Am I the only parent whose kids are still falling asleep after 9:30pm, even after falling back?

No matter how early we start bedtime, they are still up asking for things (water, a trip to the bathroom) after 9pm!

Blerg. 

My “Why”: The PTA

There is a lot of talk in any venture, really, about figuring out your “why,” the idea being that if you know why you are doing something–eating more healthily, budgeting or saving money, embracing minimalism–you will more easily find the enthusiasm and will-power to commit to your goal. I have been thinking about this a lot, identifying my “whys” in life, because sometimes I forget the reasoning behind the decisions, or commitments, I’ve made and it’s hard to move forward productively without remembering my “why.”

I was already considering writing a “my why” post about the PTA, in an attempt to remind myself of why I am doing this thing that creates so much stress and busyness in my life. Surely there was a reason for committing myself to this position, and surely if I can articulate that reason it will help me identify what I’m hoping to accomplish and prioritize my efforts moving forward.

Then a comment appeared on my last post that really stopped me in my tracks.

“The PTA sounds like a joyless venture.”

Damn. I bet it really does.

It got me thinking, “Is the PTA a joyless venture? I mean, for me? this year?” If it is, I really need to figure out what the fuck I’m doing. That is when I decided to write my “why” post about the PTA. (This was weeks ago, by the way, but, you guessed it, I was really busy with the PTA.)

So why did I volunteer to be the PTA president at my daughter’s school, where I know that parent involvement is low and the administration is new and pretty much clueless about what needs to be done (as far as the events PTA most prominently participates in)? Would it be weird if I said those were two of my biggest reasons?

I am an educator. I’ve worked at a public school in California for 13 years. I also went to public schools for all my K-12 education in the States (about eight years). I know how broken public education is. I also know how incredibly important parent involvement is to the success of a school.

Do I think parent participation, and financial donation, should be necessary for the success of a public elementary, middle or high school? Do I think the amount of money a school or district can raise should determine whether or not schools have access to technology and other valuable resources, or offer arts, music, or language electives? Or even robust physical education, science and history programs?

No, I absolutely do not.*

Do I understand that right now, at this point in our country (and state’s–California is, after all, 48th in per-student spending) history, that it is the reality? Yes, I do. Of course I would like that reality to change, but I know it won’t in my children’s lifetime, so I have to work with the system I’ve got.

My daughter’s school serves a low socioeconomic population. 92% of the students quality for the free or reduced lunch program. Its families are predominantly of Latino and African-American decent, and the education level of the majority of parents does not reach the college graduate level (I know a few who stopped attending school in 2nd or 3rd grade and learned to read as adults). This is not a school with a large population of parents that are able to support their own students’ education in very effective ways, let alone step up to tackle the challenges of the entire student body.

Because so many parents are not able to take on parent leadership positions at the school, the ones who do shoulder increased pressure and responsibilities. Then they get burned out and stop participating, which leaves the school with even fewer people to help. And if very few people are helping, very few events are organized to promote community and inspire pride in the student body, and very meager funds are raised to support programs and offer valuable resources and opportunities.

So yeah, I could just say no, I’m not going to do it. And then probably no one would, and my daughter’s school would be worse off than it already was.

Could I get her into another school? Maybe. In SFUSD it’s exceedingly difficult to transfer your child to another school, especially if you’re trying to stay within the Spanish Immersion program (which is small and popular). But even if I could transfer her out, am I comfortable using my privilege to perpetuate an entrenched problem, without out at least trying to affect positive change first? No, I am not.

We all have the causes we feel passionate about. Public education just happens to be mine. Right now I can’t afford to work in SFUSD, but I can afford to send my daughter to a struggling school there, and I can afford to fight to make that school better instead of fight to transfer her to a “better” school.

Because I really and truly believe that a group of parents can help turn a school around. If there is enough active parent presence at a school to make other parents who have the resources to support the school send their kids there, or at the very least, for those parents to give the school a chance if their kids get placed there, it could absolutely turn around the culture of the school. And maybe, some day, enough schools will be successful enough that the majority of upper-middle class families won’t leave the city (or apply to private schools) when its time for their kids to enter Kindergarten. And then maybe all the lower-income students who have no other choice but to stay, will get a quality education that provides them with increased opportunities when they are adults.

Do I really think I can make a difference? Probably not. But I think that if more parents made the choice to stay and to try to affect change at a struggling school, we absolutely could make a difference. And right now, I’m not ready to give up on that possibility. If I won’t do it, how can I hope that others will do it for me?

You know what they say, be the change you want to see in the world. I want to see upper-middle class parents stay and fight for the struggling school in their area, instead of leaving that school, and those students, to their perpetual cycle of disadvantage. I want them to send their kids to the school where not all the students look like their kids (even though most of them won’t, if given the choice,). I want the parents with the resources to stay and make the powers-that-be change the system, because when we don’t stay, when we leave the struggling school, we not only perpetuate the system that created it, we condone it. When we all we can muster is a, damn, it’s just not right, and then go along our merry way sending our kids to the “better” school as we shake our heads dutifully at the injustice of it all, but don’t actual do anything to change it, then we are a part of the problem.

And I get it, we’re all part of some problem, some really important, some deeply entrenched, crippling-our-society or destroying-our-planet problem. We can’t all be the solution to every problem. But we have to acknowledge that, we have to own our part in the problem while we continue making the choices that perpetuate the it. I am a part of a lot of problems that I don’t know enough about, or that I’m not yet willing to change my life in an attempt to address (because I will admit that I am absolutely ABLE to not perpetuate the most important problems, I’m just not willing to do anything about them yet – it’s hurts to say that, but it’s true).

And I get that these our children we’re talking about. These are the people who depend on us to make the best choices we can for them, to put their best interest first. And I get that every situation is different. Sometimes we need an aftercare option that isn’t available at a certain school. Or a child has special needs that require resources not available at a certain school. Or there is a certain program that we’re really interested in that is only offered at one school. Or maybe we just can’t get to a certain school when we need to be there. Maybe our parents sacrificed everything to give us better choices than they have, and we are going to do the same for our kids, no matter what. Maybe we live in an affluent area that doesn’t have a struggling school.**

But if we do have a choice, and we choose to avoid one school because of its API score, or its student population, we’re making that choice at the expense of other people’s children, other people who don’t have a choice. When we aren’t willing to send our kids to a school that other kids don’t have any choice in attending, well, we need to recognize that we are perpetuating a system of inequality, instead of fighting to make it more equal.

{I recognize that I am invested in my daughter’s school because it HAS a program I am passionate about (Spanish Immersion) and it’s located relatively close to me (though there are schools closer). Also, it has an after care program that I really like. Those things help me stay invested even when other factors are a cause for concern.}

I know this went off on a pro-social justice school tangent. And maybe the connection isn’t immediately apparent. But I guess what I’m saying is, my why is that I want to send my kid to the school most white, upper-middle class parents won’t send their kids, and I want to be an active member of the parent leadership there so that positive things happen. I want the students at that school to feel like someone cares enough about them to make sure the things that students at other schools take for granted–the resources that make their classes more interesting, and the events that make their school a place they can be proud of–happen at their school too. Because kids notice these things. They recognize the difference. They internalize the injustice. They learn that they are not as important, in the eyes of, well, pretty much everybody.

I want to show other people, by my example, that it is okay to send their child to the school that none of their friends are sending their kids too. That their kids can be happy there, and thrive. That their kids can learn things at that school that they can’t learn at a school where everyone looks like them. And that the students at that school deserve their support.

And yes, being PTA president makes my life more stressful and busy, and yes there are days I wish I could walk away from the responsibility. But I CAN do it. I have the time and the energy and the financial means, at least for the time being. And I’m not ready to walk away until I really and truly don’t have those things anymore.

I know I perpetuate a lot of really big problems, but I’m not prepared to perpetuate this one. Maybe some day I will say enough is enough. Maybe some day I will take my kid out of this school and use my privilege to give my daughter opportunities the kids at her school won’t get. But I’m not there yet. And as long as I’m able to do something positive at my daughter’s school, I will be doing it. Right now leading the PTA is the best way I know to be a positive presence. Hopefully, in the future, there will be other ways for me to do good thing at my daughter’s school. And hopefully, by then, someone will be ready to take the responsibilities that I’m shouldering now.

*I believe public education should be funded adequately enough to make parent involvement peripheral at most (I’m bringing treats for the Halloween party!). I think the reliance on parental support to provide resources, and even the funding of full-time positions, shows the absolutely failing of our society to prioritize public education, and to fund it adequately. I believe that the fact that the location and economic status of a school’s student population overwhelmingly determines its resources, course offerings and overall student outcomes, is a moral failing of this country.

**I’m sure for many people there is no struggling school to avoid, but in San Francisco, I see many upper-middle (or straight upper) class families not get the school in their (or some other) affluent neighborhood, or simply not get one of the few schools that raises $300K+ a year, and they immediately pull their kid from the district and put them in a private school and/or eventually move out of the city all together. Here, it is very common for upper-middle class families to avoid the struggling school.

{I realized, 2000 words in, that identifying my why didn’t really answer the “is PTA a joyless venture,” so I will be addressing that question later this week.}

Falling Back (Now vs Then)

I used to love falling back. While I’m not a fan of changing the time in general (we would keep DST all year if I had my way), and I HATE when it gets dark so early, I always loved gaining an hour in the fall. Who doesn’t love more time?

I learned the answer to that when I had kids. Not only did falling back an hour totally fuck with my kids already erratic sleep schedules, and warped a decent 6:30 or 7am wake-up into a way-too early 5:30 or 6am wake-up, but it added an hour to the weekend! Which meant one more hour I had to kill with my kids, in an already interminable day.

I know that is not how parents are supposed to feel, but for the last seven years it’s basically been my attitude. Falling back sucked not just because it made the afternoons and evenings darker, but also because it created a really, really long day.

I’m happy to report that now, with kids that are 7.5 and 4, I don’t hate falling back so much. I was hating it this morning, on minute 40 of a really long meltdown, when the day felt like it would never be over, but two hours later, when we’d pulled it together and made it to the Academy of Sciences during the coveted Member’s Hour, I was pretty stoked.

And sure I really messed up napping time, thinking that I should push it to 2pm because 2pm was really 1pm (nope, it was really 3pm), but in the end it all worked out. We had fun at the aquarium, made it to Girl Scouts early for the first time, and enjoyed a family movie night. It’s just another reminder that parenthood is getting easier, at least in some respects, slowly but surely. This post gives me hope that things might continue in that direction.

What do you like about falling back? What makes you hate it?

A semi-success

We had yet another PTA event today, the last one for a while. I suppose it could be called a success, but nothing we ever do for PTA ever feels like it’s really worth celebrating. It always feels like things could have gone better. 

I supposed that is because I always wish we made more money. We need to find a way to raise at least $3K more this year, so the days when make $500 are nice, but clearly not enough. 

Still, it didn’t rain. It was overcast, and the ground was wet from the rain earlier in the day. And sure the sun came out and it was beautiful the minute the event was over, but at least it didn’t rain. 

A good amount of people came, almost all of them from the neighborhood. And while it’s frustrating that not even free tacos and can get the families from our school to show up, I suppose having people from the neighborhood is even more important.

I do think the PTA is actually making a difference as far as re-branding the school’s imagine. And that is one of our goals. So even when we don’t raise much, an even can still be a success. I need to keep telling myself that. 

I hope this wasn’t a mistake

I am really struggling to land on a topic tonight. And I also wanted to write something for tomorrow morning!

I hope tentatively committing to NaBloPoMo wasn’t a mistake!

One problem is, today was a pretty shitty today, and I’m still processing some “big feelings” about a few things. It wasn’t like something really awful happened, in fact it wasn’t awful at all, but it made me feel awful, and I don’t think I’ve figured out why enough to write about it. Hopefully soon.

In the meantime I will just say that I’m really pleased that the weather here has finally cooled off, like for realz. Last week it was in the mid- to high-80’s in San Francisco and I was SO OVER IT. Friday night the fog came in and Saturday morning was legitimately chilly. I was SO HAPPY! I hope we are officially done with our Indian Summer. I want to move on to the next season, please.

Which I know is hilarious because we basically only have two seasons here. Maybe that is why I’m always SO DONE with whatever one is wrapping up, because it’s been happening for half the year.

I’m also really glad it’s November. By this point next week I will be one happy lady, who, sure, has a shit load of grading to do by the end of the Thanksgiving break, but doesn’t have any other big events on the horizon. Woot! Just one more week and things should calm down a little. Just one. more. week.

NaBloPoMo?

I can’t promise I WILL post every day in November, but I can sure as hell try. 

This  sad, three sentence excuse for a post certainly isn’t an auspicious start, but it’s fitting. 

Let the wild rumpus begin!

Happy Halloween!

I very rarely post pictures of us here but I can’t help myself tonight. I’ve been planning these Star Wars costumes for a long time and I am very pleased with the result. My costume was a big hit at school and quite a few people asked to take our picture while we were trick-or-treating. It was a lot of fun. 

Han and Rey.

Han’s blaster and Rey’s serious scowl.

Princess Leia and Chewbacca.

May the force be with you.

Beautiful City

I talk a lot about how hard it can be to live in the San Francisco, but some days I really do love living here. Like when I get to go to a ropes course with one of my classes and take a walk where I see this. 





It really is a beautiful city. 

Learning a New Skill

This Saturday we have yet another event at my daughter’s school. This one is called  Shared Schoolyard, and it’s a celebration of the opening of our school’s playground (which was recently remodeled) and turf field (which was recently installed) to the community on the weekends.

A non-profit is doing a lot of the heavy lifting for this event–they are even providing free tacos!–so the PTA has an opportunity to focus on making some money without being bogged down by the main logistics. Since lunch is provided, we will be selling drinks and dessert. We will also being face painting and making balloon animals. While I really enjoy face painting, this time I’m doing the balloons.

I used to know how to make all kinds of balloon animals–my mom dressed me up in costumes and had me provide the entertainment at my sister’s birthday parties growing up (we are seven years apart)–but I will admit I forgot how to make most of them. So this weekend I popped in a DVD and learned how to create a bunch of blow-up creatures. I will be picking 8-10 that to offer on Saturday, and I plan to practice each of them for the next five nights. Hopefully by Saturday, I’ll not only remember the steps easily, but I’ll be able to make them quickly, and relatively well.

Here are some of the animals I made.

Pirate sword.
Alligator.
Monkey on a palm tree.
Flower. (And my daughter’s messy room.)
Elephant.
My daughter and her tiger (which she decorated).

What new skill have you learned lately?

The Bad News (At Work)

I mentioned getting some bad news at work the other day. And I did. Some very surprising, and very shitty, bad news.

Turns out, the construction project whose delay left me without a room this year, is not projected to be finished for the next school year either.

How is that possible? you ask. Very good question.

Evidently the company they contracted to bring in re-purposed freight crates (or some such thing) to make into classrooms, has only delivered 9 of the 72 units. Yes, they are in breach of contract. Yes, legal steps are being taken. Yes, this is an insanely frustrating situation. Yes, they are doing all they can to remedy it.

So the school that is supposed to move into the campus that is supposed to be built from these not-materializing units can’t move, which means they can’t vacate their spaces for us to “modernize” and move in. Their move-in date, which was originally pushed from the beginning of this school year, to the winter break, to the February break, is now being pushed indefinitely. And since they want to do some “modernization” to the space they are leaving, we definitely won’t be moving into the their space in the fall, even if, by some miracle, the units materialize before summer.

I found out on Monday, from a friend, because I missed the last-minute meeting that was called for 8:05am. I will admit, I cried.

Not having a classroom this year has been REALLY hard for me. I am currently teaching in FIVE different classrooms, sharing space with FIVE different teachers. I would always be sharing one classroom because they aren’t going to give me my own room on the campus where I only teach one period, but it’s really hard not having a home base at my own campus.

I literally walk between classes with a wagon full of Spanish books (for the 10 minutes of free reading that starts each class), and other resources I need. I spend a couple minute at the end of each class packing up my stuff, and all of the time between classes, moving it and set it up again somewhere else. I am frequently late. I am constantly leaving things I need in other places. It’s a totally fucked up situation, and it’s making me crazy.

I’ve been really miserable doing it, but I kept telling myself that it’s only one year. It’s only one year! I can do anything for one year, right? Now that I know it’s two years, I’m losing my mind.

Shouldn’t they move the burden to someone else? you ask. Yes, maybe the should. But they probably won’t. They aren’t yet sure what they are going to do. It’s only late October, after all. We aren’t even finished with the first trimester. They will hem and haw and say they are “trying to figure it out,” but in the end, it will be me who doesn’t have a classroom again next year. I am prepared for this.

The reality is, this is a seriously fucked up situation for the school district. The one year delay created massive parent outrage – I can only imagine how pissed all those entitled white folks are now that it’s become a two year delay. They are currently paying a full time principal and secretary for a 4th/5th grade “upper elementary” school that has teachers and students on three campuses (seven 5th grade classes on our campus, four 4th grades at one elementary school and four 4th grades at another elementary school). They have half of those 4th grade classes in portables taking up blacktop and playground space because those campuses are also impacted. The superintendent left in October to take a position at a bigger district farther south and isn’t here to deal with any of it, or get shit on for a situation he helped create, and we only have an interim superintendent until they find someone new. The whole thing is a cluster fuck of epic proportions. My not having a room is quite literally the LEAST of these people’s worries, and I expect that will be evident in how it’s handled.

But aren’t you looking for a new job in the spring anyway? you ask. Well yes, that was the plan. But honestly, I was seriously considering NOT looking for a new job again, because I’ve really been liking this new way of teaching, and I know a high school would never go for it. Create your curriculum around stories the kids make up, without focusing on any predetermined vocabulary themes? No one at the high school level would ever go for it. I’d have to teach out of a textbook for at least two years, maybe forever.

And everything I’d need to do to be a competitive contender in the spring… it’s just so much on top of not having a room at work, and everything else I’ve committed to. I just don’t know how I’ll find the time, or energy.

Also, I really don’t want to get rejected over and over again, like last year. And I don’t see how I’ll be more likely to get a job next year. Nothing, really, will have changed. I still won’t be a native speaker. I still won’t have experience teaching high school. I still will just be… me.

So yeah, I was actually planning on staying put next year, moving back into my old room and just enjoying a year of not doing this fucking bullshit again.

Except I will be doing this fucking bullshit again. And it’s really bumming me out.

I know I have a lot of time to think about how I’m going to move forward. I haven’t looked to see if our contract protects me from being in this situation for a 2nd year (it probably doesn’t have language specific to this situation, because this kind of thing doesn’t happen much, but it’s worth looking). I haven’t thought much yet about trying to find a high school and being resigned to teaching out of a textbook for a couple years (until I get tenure), or forever. The reality is, even if I do look for a job, I probably won’t get one, and I’ll be stuck moving from room to room, just like I’m doing this year. It’s not like looking for a new job is guaranteed to get me out of this situation.

And maybe I could leverage the shiftiness to get some stuff I want. As it is, I get to school after our official starting time most days, and I leave early a lot, and no one says anything. That flexibility is very much appreciated. Maybe I can convince myself that another year of it is worth not having a room….

I know it could be worse. I know I could be out of a job entirely. I know this. I’m trying to remember. I’m trying to find ways to make this more doable, now that I know it’s not as temporary a situation as I first thought. I’m trying to just keep my thoughts from veering into the territory of hopeless and depressed. I’m trying to find the silver lining. But right now it’s hard. The only thing keeping me going was knowing next year would definitely be different. Now that I know it will definitely be the same, I’m not sure how to stay positive. It just sucks. And I’m really upset. And I guess that’s okay for right now. I just need to keep it all in perspective.