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It’s been raining all day. I’ve cried a lot. Recovered. Ate brownies. Cried again. I’ve read too many stories of the destruction that is taking place all across America. Evil forces have hijacked our schools. They’re hurting our children, punishing teachers, dismantling schools. Communities are torn apart. There are too many sad stories.
I cried when I read about a school where the students were protesting the cuts of music teachers by standing in front of their Board of Ed–singing. There is such a great travesty of justice that it is almost impossible to state how awful this gets. What would we do without music? I can’t find the right words to express my rage and despair. Is music only for the rich now, too?
I remember in elementary school in a suburb of Boston, MA in the early -mid 1970s, in music class they taught us all to play the recorder, then flute. We had gym and art and library. I learned to write Haikus in 2nd or 3rd grade. I don’t remember taking tests, just occasional pop quizes maybe, or year end tests. I don’t remember much of the tests, because I don’t think they were a big deal. School was fun mostly, and I loved going. The classroom had natural light from the window, plants on the windowsill, and it was a happy place to be. That same English teacher taught me a life lesson, along with the Haikus.
“You don’t have to give a fake smile when your real smile is beautiful.”
A women on a thread I was involved with online wrote that her school district had just cut music, art, phys-ed, and library classes. I cried over that. These are essentials. Music. Art. Library. PE. Where is justice? Insanity and lunacy reigns. I try to imagine what my school experience would have been like without music, art, library, PE. I try to imagine what it will be like for all the children who won’t receive those basics because of budgets cuts, while admins get hired instead.
I just got a text from my friend in Santa Monica, CA letting me know they’re OK. I hadn’t seen any news, so I didn’t even know anything yet. She told me her son’s school was in lockdown and she’d just picked him up and that they were fine. But her son was in a lockdown situation at his elementary school for hours. He’s 7. I just don’t know what to do with that because it makes me sad, angry, and afraid. So, I think I need to go get some huggling time with my boy, and welcome Friday night with food, rest , and being together safely inside, while it rains outside. I’m thankful for that.
We may be small and with small voices, but we’re growing. One small voice at a time. One step. One more person. One by one by one. “The smallest of all.”
Love and peace,
That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.
And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?…
They’ve proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.
And their whole world was saved by the Smallest of All!”
—-From Horton Hears A Who By Dr.Suess