My favorite person at the charter school was the janitor, Davis Green. Davis was the only adult in the school building that went by his first name. With Davis, it was never “Mr. Green,” It was always Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was well into his seventies, with a dark complexion, graying hair, slight build, stooped… Read more
I never understood the school-to-prison pipeline until I began working in a charter school. I think it’s harder to see it in a traditional public school. At my traditional public school, the halls are loud, boisterous, chaotic, joyful. There are art projects and motivational posters on the walls (“Welcome to our school!” “Be kind!” “Recycle!”),… Read more
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