
You know it’s going to be a hot day when you’ve already completely sweat through your lightweight polo shirt at 7:30am during your 50 yard walk to your car.
I had a fun time over the weekend going to Passage Key, which apparently used to be an island and now it’s a small sandbar that has about 1ft to 3ft deep water. Lots of boats go there to chill and swim. People had their dogs and it was a beautiful day. I was so happy to be there.
Who knows what today or any day will bring. It is just so odd to keep going through life having no idea what is going on. I have no idea if my school is going to continue, what will happen to my girls, whether I’ll have a job or what. I am just so beyond nervous about all of it that being like this almost seems normal because it has been going on for so long now.
I just worry about each of the girls. So many of them say “I don’t want to go back to ! Kids there call me names!” or “I don’t want to go back to ! No one cares about me there!” It’s not that people don’t care at public school, it’s just that teachers and staff are stretched so thin and so overwhelmed by worrying about the FCAT that teachers have to choose “Well, do I spend my energy on this one kid who will need all my attention to have a shot at passing, or do I spend most of my energy on the other 20+ kids in the class?” It’s a call that shouldn’t have to be made but seems to be the sad truth.
Who knows if someone will step up. I am not usually that religious of a person, but I hope against hope that whoever is in charge of all of us looks down on our girls and sees fit to make something good happen for them. They have a shot to get the skills they need and I hope it happens for them.
I can’t say there is anything all that new to report. My school is still in danger of closing and we still have no idea what is going on. I still have not given up hope. I hope for the girls’ sake that something good happens very soon. They NEED this.