My school board has decided, in its wisdom, to chop funding for primary literacy. Twenty-two half-time positions (eleven people, three of whom are my friends) will be gone by the end of the school year.
And the muckety-mucks that okayed this horseshit will scratch their brainless heads a couple of years from now and wonder why little Billy and Sally (in Grade Six) can't fucking read above a Grade Two level. Yeah. Good luck with all that. (Are they completely unaware that their vaunted primary Provincial test scores are less than stellar now?)
To mix a couple of metaphors -- and then a nice stiff drink -- I'm thinking it's maybe time to hang up my spurs and sail off into the sunset.
3 years ago