I got into If I Could Rewind That Morning by Xavier Pierce on the Rethinking Schools site. I wanted more details than "I wanted to save her....I don't know what was said...I failed her." Especially, since the rest of the passages communicates how for the narrator the school he returned to work at "created spaces where wonder and self-identity are married with rigor and high expectations for learning. I remember coming home in 1st grade to talk to my family about the meaning of metacognition as a result of a well-facilitated discussion about the importance of artist statements. The overall atmosphere of this school brought me back as an adult. I recognized the impact that the school had on me and the ideas I carried throughout my life and I wanted to be a part of that."
What the narrator sees as bullying is vague, and not thoroughly illustrated and gave me the sense that since he was okay and returned to the school to work knowing he's one of "two specks of color in the field of white" that Aaliyah would be alright too.
I browsed for two hours during the span of three days but returned to the - Teaching for Black Lives in a Rebellion recorded Zoom from 2021. I hadn’t immediately gone to it because the book discussed, Teaching for Black Lives, is on my to-read list. Given the events and movements that birthed the book, I speculate on much of its content. But, I want to get into the book without others’ ideas. "Affirm our Black students"- Jesse Hagopian, is the strongest message of the panel's discussion. As an ELA teacher,at a large urban school populated by 82% Latinos and 14% African-American, the time is always right for that. Changing the "African-American" term to represent Black people in this country is also long overdue.
The image conveys what Peirce referenced in his article - the "Normal" schooling. This immage, presented on the Zoom during this chat, resonated with me because it took me to reflect on my positionality, how early in my academics I was a student bestowed a scholarship to attend a choice school out of my neighborhood to one where lawns were mowed and houses spread long not high; and I looked into different shades of green and blue eyes looking back at me while they touch my hair I did not ask if I could touch their hair fluffed with the breeze. We talked about us, our foods, and why I didn't have a pet dog. I learned that not everybody had arroz con pollo for dinner. The time I attended that school expanded my worldview during childhood. It wasn't all fair; but I'm grateful for that time and those other curious kids I met who taught me to think differently and otherly; they learned from me too - which hopefully still lingers.
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