January 22, 2020, Peach Springs-
A talk with my son, last night, underscored the perception, even sometimes in my own mind, that my shelf life is getting limited. When the changes in the social wind blow ill, as they did yesterday, I look towards a place of refuge. Sometimes, it’s just as well that there is no refuge available, immediately. Sometimes, the only way out is through.
Things went far better today, with my class. I took the step of streamlining the rules, which had been overly drawn up by one of the previous teachers. I took the step of not tolerating foul language or harassment. I took the step of countering the inchoate misogyny that some of the boys have shown, already, in their very young lives.
We got quite a bit accomplished. It is not a traditional classroom. Many students don’t get to school until two hours after the opening bell. I am not here to judge them, or their families, for that. Everyone, eventually, makes it to school. Everyone does some work, and learns something. That is part of the reality in a rural community, where many live far afield, and no buses serve the area.
I am still not sure what will happen with me, after tomorrow. There is more of a bond with the people here-and there is a bond, and a need, with people back in Yavapai County. It will end up being one of those measured, eleventh-hour decisions, and I have a sense that the right thing will happen, by all concerned.