I am quite sure that writing about some dream you had lands you solidly in the territory of “lame blog post.”
But I actually had this dream.
It was embarrassingly epic.
The world was about to end. Pure and simple. No choices, no bargains.
It was so profoundly sad. I was with my sweet boy, but there were so many dreams that would never be.
The big point was that NONE of the crap at work, in educational reform, in data, in targeted instruction, meant one tiny thing.
The only thing that mattered was the people. That’s ALL. The hug I gave to my student at the farmer’s market—that was beautiful and enormous. Her score on a test– that was microscopic.