Last week, my school was on strike, so I decided to go to Community High School for the day. The school was really cool in many ways, but I suppose more than anything, I felt shocked and a little bit defensive of my school. The shock and defensiveness didn't stem from the fact that there weren't any school bells or the teachers were called by their first names, but from the fact that the students knew so much. They seemed to enjoy learning, and in fact, when class was over, many stayed to continue discussing the subject at hand. It seemed that their prior knowledge gave them a huge advantage over many of the students with whom I work. It just didn't seem fair and made me want to defend my students and say that if they had this kind of learning opportunity maybe more of them would be coming in at lunch to discuss biology. Moreover, the amount of technology and supplies that they had was overwhelming.
But for me, the thing that somehow epitomized it all was the color paper. One may ask, so what's the deal with color paper? Well, my school doesn't have it or at least I haven't seen it yet. In fact, it was even an ordeal at the beginning of the year to find paper for the bulletin boards. Anyway, Community had it and used it arbitrarily for almost every worksheet that I saw. Each bright sheet of paper seemed to flaunt the unfairness in my face. The bright pink paper wasn't just paper, but it represented the laptops, the well-paid teachers, and the exuberant faces of kids learning. My school is a bit more faded and so the paper is bland and white. And the schools in Detroit don't even have paper.
Why is it that only 30 minutes away, we have to be careful about the amount of copies that we make? And that only 45 minutes away, there is no paper at all?
I know that money isn't everything, but it seems that where one grows up shouldn't effect the kind of paper and everything that goes along with it that you get.
Lastly though, I must say that I am very happy to be placed at the school where I am now, and I could not think of a better fit for me...