That’s it. My heart is heavy. The Christmas holidays arrived and we didn’t end up in class as I wanted. This vacation will once again be fully deserved and necessary to recharge my batteries, but I am starting it sad. Typically, December is a magical month in the classroom with Advent calendars (stories, videos, songs, Christmas math challenges) and all the special activities (movies, lunch). It’s a month that I spend at the end of my life, usually with a bad cold, gastro and no more voices, but it’s a month that fills me with happiness. This year I didn’t have this magical moment with you. I am deeply disappointed. I don’t understand why we are still on the streets 22 days later to save public schools. I cannot conceive that we agree to leave thousands of children without school for so long, but above all that we agree to offer you poor quality education for so many years. I remain certain to offer you the best I have, sometimes by cutting back on my family and personal life, but I know that it is no longer enough. You need more, better and I can’t be the one to give you that more. Can I still be an accomplice in this public school massacre? It’s time for that to change.
I dream of opening a school where we would have time to really learn, where there would be space for everyone and where we could slowly move away to refocus when we need to. I dream of a school where the exchanges that make you grow are daily. I dream of having the resources to give you what you need to succeed. I dream of a school where everyone feels good, recognized, valued, supported by a healthy team.
I look forward to seeing you again. I hope you have a great holiday season and that we will meet again after this one because this nightmare will be behind us and the government will have understood that you are precious and that it needs you to form the society of tomorrow. I’m not letting you down.
Merry Christmas, dear students!
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