Back to School Night: Part I
by teachbad
It was Back to School night at my son’s new middle school on Wednesday. As residents of Washington, DC and people who can afford neither the city’s high-rent zip codes nor private school, the move of our son to middle school has been a source of great anxiety for the better part of two years. When I first started teaching, I taught at our neighborhood DCPS K-8 school.
It’s three blocks from my house, but there is no way my son was going there. This is the place where an 11-year-old second grader once called me a white-ass bitch and I helped carry a parent out of the building after she assaulted one of the office staff. This sort of thing didn’t happen every day, but it happened enough.
No way is my kid coming here. We would move to the suburbs.
Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. We got into three public charter school lotteries and picked the one we thought best and that he seemed to like the most after visiting.
At Back to School night parents gathered in the cafeteria for some announcements and a welcome from the principal.
