It’s Monday. And it’s really Monday.
Here’s the skinny on a catch-up for the last two years.
Back in education, working full time as a Dean in a charter school that has a majority Hispanic/LatinX population, and a dress code.
This morning has been the dress code. For the record, as a student, I would never endorse a dress code, but as an adult, I get it–somewhat. I believe in freedom of expression, I believe highschool students should have that freedom. As an adult, who came from high schools that had active gang members, a dress code can be an agent of safety.
With the school I currently work at, this is not the case.
The school I work at does not have a gang problem. However we do have many other “school problems'' i.e., drug use, apathy, social media addiction (heck yea, it’s a real thing) and of course simple defiance.
Like I said, it’s Monday. And simple defiance is strong in the area of dress code or the uniform policy. Our students have understood and understand the policy since day one.
So my job is to make sure the students are following policy. Granted, it’s a week before finals, and two weeks before Christmas/Winter Break, and I wasn’t here Friday. I’m questioning myself this Monday: how hard should I go on the dress code thing, how hard is the principal wanting the Culture Team to
go...
........why am I here on a Monday.
This has not been the easiest year. I’ve switched positions, a promotion as such; but I feel much less satisfied. And this Monday isn’t helping.
I think I’ll take the next week and try to be creative, and post more here.
I think I’ll try to be more positive, or not speak negatively on my day.
I think that there are still wonders, and understanding, and good times even when we’re in our feels. I think that 1:13 pm is better than 9:13 am. I am hopeful my final hours of my Monday are better than the starting hours.
It is Monday, it really is.
