I get so tired that I make myself believe that perhaps if I shut my mouth the path would get easier. That if I stopped blogging about it all perhaps no one would notice and I could just do my things, my way. That perhaps if I just swallowed a big dose of reality and learned that what is happening now in education is what will be for years to come and I better just get used to it, then my life would be easier.
But then I am told to share my story. A friendly stranger ask me why. Schools ask me to help them out as they struggle with the same things I do and I regain my faith in the change and being the change. I knew this path wouldn’t be easy. I knew this path would sometimes double back, twist and turn on itself, and lose me. Yet, I follow it because I see where the path leads; to change, the right kind. The kind many are hoping will come. I have to keep believing and I have to share my stories so that others will know it is ok to share theirs.
Clarification: This post is more a comment on trying to change how education is done in general, rather than people around me. I think it is tough for anyone out there trying to change the massive politically motivated education policy machine and that is what I was trying to address here.
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