The thing about #fear #power #abuseofpower #teachers
Finally the dream has caught up to the dreamer… my dream has caught up with me.
These last four weeks have been intense with meetings and planning all in preparation for this new school-year. With that… I am thrilled to share that I formally accepted a position as a teacher for a Young Women’s Leadership School for Girls.
The title “Teacher” has always left a bad taste in my mouth a taste more like milk curdling.
Teachers to me equated “enemy”. And I say enemy because one teacher in particular became my worst enemy and I was only in the 4th grade.She would be that ONE “bad” teacher that stood out the most and all the “GOOD” ones stayed hidden in her shadow.I hated this teacher. I absolutely despised her. I am glad I don’t remember her name but I wish I had learned the skills earlier to go back and tell her all she took from me.
I hated her for the lasting affects she would have on my life and my ideas of education and my self worth. She took away my love for learning… she took away my voice… she took away my power when she ridiculed and embarrassed me in front of my entire class. ME, a skinny nine year old girl with immigrant parents and hand me down clothing. SHE, this fabulously dressed white woman in a position of power.-cont. Reading-http://aliciaanabelsantos.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/teaching-teachers-and-the-powers-they-possess/
(at Casa Amor, Harlem)