Fandango brings us another one word challenge. Today’s word is nearly.
With what is gong on in my world, I am still immersed in the topic of kids going back to school. It is incredible to me that there aren’t nearly enough intelligent people in charge of making life and death decisions. My daughter was informed by her superintendent that all students, staff, and support staff must go back to school full time with no masks or safety protocol. He actually told the community that COVID is no more dangerous than the flu. Can we say idiot, foolish, uninformed, etc……
This very well worded story came across my Facebook feed. I am adding to my blog because it is the truth.
I accepted my job when I was trained on HIV and not being told which student were positive. We were told to treat all students as if they were positive. They gave us a 30 minute training on HIV and handed us a zip lock baggie with gloves and bandaids.
I accepted my job when told that I was now a counselor and was to identify and understand every learning, emotional, and physical disability.
I accept my job when we were told that we had to protect our students from an active shooter. We received a 20 video presentation at the beginning of each school year on how these shootings happen. We received another 20 minute practice on how to attack a gunman with classroom supplies. We were suppose to have training on field triage of gun shot wounds. We were not provided with anything to help us protect ourselves and our students. Told to have planned escape routes. Oh, we did get a sign to put on our wall that stated that this corner is a safe zone (so the shooter knows exactly where we are hiding).
I accepted my job when after the above training we practice this code red drill, instructing 4 year olds to hide, be quiet, and to stay still in a dark, hot, bathroom with 20 of their friends and their teacher. Then, having never been trained on how to talk with these sweet 4 year olds after. How do you answer questions such as “what happens if the bad guys shoots you first? Who will protect us?” The first time I was asked that question, I had to pretend I was going to sneeze so I could turn around and cry.
I accepted my job when trained on how we would evacuate with our students if there were a nuclear accident.
I accepted my job when I am told that I may be the only person in my students lives that they can depend on.
I accepted my job when on an almost weekly basis our demands changed.
I accepted my job when I am required to identify physical, emotional, and psychological abuse and report it including identify food insecurity.
I accepted my job when I am trained to administer life saving medicine (Epi-pen, Diastat, and other meds).
I accepted my job when I realized I would have to spend my own money (average of $1500 per year) to supply my classroom with almost everything (including cleaning supplies) but for desks an in most cases textbooks.
I accepted my job when in my 23 years, went as long as 7 years without any pay raise, several times.
I accepted my job when I had to fight each year to make sure that my classroom a/c works correctly and our alarm systems work reliably.
Now, today we are being told to report to our classrooms during a pandemic. Oh, they promise us that all safety procedures will be in place. Hand Sanitizer, soap and paper towels to wash hands, masks, social distancing, deep cleaning, etc.
But forgive me if I don’t believe you!!! Why should I believe you that my safety is important to you when in my 23 years you have never demonstrated that this was true. Why?
I’d love to, but…
WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU?