When you really enjoy what you do, there

When you really enjoy what you do, there is no toil in it.



The wheels of insanity often spin too fast, and too furious for those observing issues of urban education. Though I was inactive, my eye roams, seeks and searches for solutions to madness I feel enough parents are not outraged enough over. Budget cuts, fiscal mismanagement, low achievement, seem to be the order of the day. We can solve this. We can repair the breach that seeks to overwhelm us. There’s an African-American proverb that states, “When you don’t know when you’ve been spit on, it doesn’t matter how much else you think you know.” That’s not rain falling down on us people. Look up, out over and through. If you can see beyond the hype, there is a way out.

Goodbye Ms./Mr. Tibbs

Goodbye Ms./Mr. Tibbs

Yes, it’s that time of year again, where teachers fully engage in the countdown. You know what that means; graduations, updating records, closing year activities, etc.

For some, this may be their final year of teaching because they have been forced out, due to political reasons. Carefully read the cartoon caption, because it expresses what occurs in the lives of many teachers.

I say go out strong; go out with style. Sing your swan song! Allow me to offer a few devious suggestions, inspired by news reports and my father, who always encouraged a good prank.

Bring a non-poisonous snake to school, and let it slither in that colleague’s room who never pulled their weight all school year. A scare gets the heart rate up, and you can say you were helping them get some exercise.

Let out a few strategically placed stink bombs throughout the school. You can always say you were helping to increase the rate of speed it takes to exit the school in the unlikely event of a drill.

Rig the principal’s office door so that confetti falls down. After all, someone should celebrate an increased test score, even if it was at the expense of the staff.

Last, but certainly not least, enlist the help of some friends who live in rural areas. Why? I read where students shut a school down temporarily, because they let a slew of chickens run amok in the school. How they managed to get it done without the chickens clucking shows the power of creative planning and thinking. That should solve the school lunch problem of “mystery” meat. It’s fresh, and it’s delivered right to the school’s door.

Though society might not appreciate you, just know that at least I do. You are leaving your mark. You might as well have a little fun while doing so. Hee hee hee!