I have the good fortune of having a job, one that you might have read me complaining about. Yes, teachers tend to bitch and moan, and some of the most arduous conversations I've ever been in have involved teachers bitching. On and on we go, upset about the same things semester after semester. And yes, the bitching often involves students, those folks we need or else we would not have our jobs.
I've written tirades and humorous pieces, poems, and stories, and essays about students or a student. They hold my attention and inspire my imagination even when I want to launch over the desk and strangle one or two, as many as I can get my hands on.
A big problem is that it's not easy being a student right now. It's expensive and irritating. The budgets everywhere have been slashed and burned and disappeared. Tuition has gone up everywhere, so we have the sad trickle down of those from other places: leave the UC, the CSU, and show up at the community college where at least you can get a class. Wrong. Not so. All our classes are full, and those who hope to hit the extension and adult classes at night? Forget about it. Those budgets have been slashed and burned and disappeared, too.
So everyone wants a class. Unfortunately, there is no room for everyone. Everyone is going to have to wait. Meanwhile, I write the 500th email of the pre-semester: "I'm sorry, my class and waitlist are full."
I want to launch over the desk and strangle someone for this budget crisis, and this early morning as I could not sleep, I came up with hating Prop 13. (Just scroll down to negative effects). Those who wanted to save tax dollars voted for it, and now California's stellar public school system is fully and totally in the toilet, from K through UC. We now officially suck.
There was school pre Prop 13 and post. Post is not happening, folks, and now that the whole country is slashing and burning, we don't have a chance for a while at least to get California back into some semblance of an education system.
So today I go off to the public school to tell at least 60 people they can't take my classes. Not this semester and maybe not this year. Sometime. Soon. When we decide to spend our money in the right places.
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