For those of you who have resigned your indoctrination in the ways of the school year—this is a two day week. For some, it may be a three-day week, which is barbaric, because that would mean that the Wednesday-of-the-Cooking would not be happening, and that is straight up wrong. Pies must be made. Side dishes that can be made “up to one day ahead” must be made. Pecans and brown sugar must be forgotten and shopped for.
At any rate, whether the kids are in school on Tuesday or Wednesday, one would expect that they would be acknowledging, in a learningish kind of way, Thanksgiving-esque content. Right? I checked my plans. There is not a Plymouth Rock in sight. And I will put money on the prediction that exactly four children in my class could name the ship that brought those Pilgrims across the pond, much less identify the pond. Squanto (or “the Squanto Indians,” as a former grad school classmate referred to him) has been lost to Main Idea and Details as they relate to some random non-fiction article.
WHAT HAVE I BECOME???? Who will make my students feel guilty about the fact that the Europeans repaid the native people with genocide? NO ONE!! NO ONE WILL! Because there is no more standardized social studies test!
I hereby apologize in advance for the lack of Thanksgiving rigor present in my classroom. It’s a dark day in the history of education. But hey, look at the bright side: now our students will be more competitive in the world marketplace.