(Mensaje se repite en Español)
(For a national view of public education reform see the end of this blog post)
Our teacher sits in a tiny cubicle in a "rubber room" all day long. What is a "rubber room?" One of at least six district offices, where teachers who are "being investigated" go, with no computer, reading materials, or communication with the outside world, save for their cell phones that they can use to call family members or doctors on breaks. I have done some
investigation, since our teacher cannot talk to any parent, staff member, or administrator. I now know that as of today, there are 72 teachers in the same "rubber room" as Mrs. Finkelstein. Yes, 72!!!! If you multiply that by at least six, well - you get the picture.
We have written and called our principal, his boss Jack Bagwell (our district's head of instruction), John Deasy, and Boardmember Tamar Galatzan. Deasy kicked down my first letter to a coordinator in our valley district office. She was nice, but told me parents tended to gossip, and not really know what was going on. Condescension from her aside, this is usually true. Except the fact remains, my teacher is not here, and no one knows when she's coming back. The only office to return our call and at least sympathize with our plight and help to the best of its ability was Ms. Galatzan's.