A "C" School...

Today while shopping at Home Depot, Steve (my intended) and I were discussing ceiling fan light covers. I can't stand looking at the ones that exist in our newly acquired home. He barely notices them. Thus begins the "learning about each other phase". For the wedding shower, we received more giftcards than one can dream about. I wish they had all been for Home Depot, our home would be done by now. How many overpriced items can one by in Bed, Bath & Beyond? I wish they had light covers for fans.
But I digress, while shopping, I heard the two words this teacher really, secretly, honestly, dreads hearing while shopping, "Miss Ruggiero?" I turned to see one of my students with her parents. She was so happy to see me, and the automatic hug from my students, always helps with my initial "ugh" feeling. Once I saw that smile, the honor of being a teacher magically appeared.
We all chatted about summer vacation and the nearness of the new school year. Mom shared her concerns about the local redistricting and her concern for Sara going to a "C" School. As she went on, I glanced over and saw her daughter's face go into glaze mode and watched as she folded her arms and turned her smile into a frown. With no hesitation, I turned and said "Make it an A school Sara."
That's the true reality about education. The teacher and the students determine what type of school it is. Not the testing. The truth is, I may be teaching in a "C" school, but I'm an "A" teacher and all of my students have the potential to be "A" students. Please, let us "B"!