I love the idea of public school, but I fear what it produces now. And it's going to get worse.
Tomorrow I will lead my merrie band to the beach--they will be reminded that the world is much bigger, much more complex, far more beautiful than anything created by humans alone.
- A few now know where food comes from, but most still do not.
- A few now know how tenuous our grip on what's real is, but most will continue to feast on facts.
- A few will start to trust their senses, their minds, more than they trust authority.
And "few" is far too few.
I am turning my contract in tomorrow, and I wonder: have I earned it for my town of Bloomfield, where stoops still matter, and folks still know how to bake and brew?
Have any of us?
No, not an existential crisis--my ego is big enough to think I've done as good as anyone else could have here.
But good is simply not good enough.