The school district and the teachers’ union have come to a tentative agreement, and so it looks like we will be back in school some time next week. I am grieving. The loss of family, any normalcy, predictability, kids’ progress, their friendships. The rest of this school year. I’m calling this my last 50 words…
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Seventeenth Day
I attended the Public School Funding Discussion last night. The strike is over as of a tentative agreement made overnight, but shit we have troubles going forward. I have many more than 50 words, but this is what I’m adding for yesterday’s 17th day since the strike was called. Days spin out and everyone is…
Sixteenth Day
I’m hearing the district walked out on negotiations. I think about three years from now. I hear about losing ground after typical summer breaks. I hear “kids are resilient,” but most kids just learn how to acclimate to their problems until later in life when shit blows up. Mental health support will be urgent when…
Fifteenth Day
How many times have you cried today? The district says there’s a newer, wider gap and that they again have offered their last, best offer. There is a newer, wider gap between my mind and where it used to be. Why is it hard to fund public education? And live on one full-time job? Another…
Fourteenth Day
My god. Days ago, we heard “promising news” regarding the strike. Now, I hear “budget cuts,” and I know that will mean no more music. We went to Iowa. We’re back. The house remains. The strike continues. The past two years are fuzzy, like a misremembered dream. We need to go back.
Thirteenth Day
We’ll go back tomorrow. I wonder what we’ll know by then. My 50 words: I realize that just because I’m in a different space it turns out I still have kids I need to care for. The district says they offered their “last and best” deal. I’ve heard nothing and I cannot speculate. I know…
Twelfth Day
Another weekend. The second strike Saturday. At Sam’s lesson in the morning, in Minneapolis, I am struck by how few people even know. We scramble into the van and drive to my parents’ because it’s not like we have school on Monday. We see my nephew, visiting on Spring Break. What now.
Eleventh Day
I’m mad today. My kids need to go to school. My kids’ teachers need to feel valued. My 50 words: I hear a plane fly overhead. I want to get on it. We’ve been school-free for eleven days. Alice says she likes weekends but she likes school more. I feel like an insect in a…
Tenth Day
For a few minutes, I thought it was over. Thomas texts a Tweet. “MPS is happy to announce…” it reads. I can’t finish it because I’m driving. If the district is happy about something, it’s got to be a deal. It’s over, I think. Will we get to go back tomorrow? Or Monday? No. I…
Ninth Day
I don’t care that it’s nice out. This is hard. Another account of the day in 50 words. I think of kids with special needs, needs beyond supervision. I think of teachers having to work two jobs. I think of how easy it is for us to go for a walk and I know it’s…