Friday, April 9, 2010

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.


Woozie said...

The proliferation of mixed metaphors like those alone is proof positive of the necessity of primary literacy funding.

Doctorboogaloo said...

Yeah. Tell me about it.

Jeebus. How can I possibly think of quitting... when I'm so close to actually educating 20% of the kids I deal with?