Out of the mouth of babes. My hairdresser tells me while cutting my few strands of hair left J. Maish committed suicide. I heard this on Thursday. That was a heck of a day. I cried for I knew J. and family.
J. was devoted, not to the dictating wagging tongues that park their warm bodies at schools to make sure the Knitting Club will get first diggs. J. was devoted to the kids of working class parents, the second school. As Santa Visigótica has no decent accommodations for the handicapped, a child I know gets the shaft. This child is too expensive for a district that spends with largesse on stuff not staff. Nor students.
A missionary in teaching democratically, J. is missed sorely. In the name of progress, Santa Visigótica and the State of California have done away with veteran teachers, with books and whole language. After these changes, California fares bottom with Mississippi and some other low scoring state. Dr. Nora Volkow,¡ ándale! Fast research on neurotransmitters for all.
My son got to know about this in the play. He was worried about other teachers he loves and knew.
I say NO to moneys for Santa Visigótica till their act is together. If a tree falls in the forest...
I heard it and it will rise in its cry for excellence for all.
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