GINGERBREAD HOUSES AND TEACHER UNIONS
When I see gingerbread houses this time of year I think about the teacher two doors down the hall who made making them an assignment each year as homework.
I imagine it was mostly done by parents – moms most likely. But they were great and festive. And a shared family thing. They filled the library display case.
Pretzel log roofs. Jellies in the windows. Candied dripping icicles. Some small modest dwellings. Others quite like mansions.
And I remember when the teacher was diagnosed with cancer which made it physically impossible to take her class to PE or Music or recess. But she wanted to continue to teach and all she needed was assistance.
Naturally, the district resisted. They pressured her to CONTINUE READING: Gingerbread houses and teacher unions. – Fred Klonsky
I imagine it was mostly done by parents – moms most likely. But they were great and festive. And a shared family thing. They filled the library display case.
Pretzel log roofs. Jellies in the windows. Candied dripping icicles. Some small modest dwellings. Others quite like mansions.
And I remember when the teacher was diagnosed with cancer which made it physically impossible to take her class to PE or Music or recess. But she wanted to continue to teach and all she needed was assistance.
Naturally, the district resisted. They pressured her to CONTINUE READING: Gingerbread houses and teacher unions. – Fred Klonsky
