It doesn’t have to be like this.
It shouldn’t be like this.
The peeling paint. The leaking roof. The crumbling classrooms. Windows containing lead and asbestos. Heaters that don’t work. Computers that don’t exist. Wheelchair ramps that don’t either.
But I guess when you’ve seen it for so long, year after year, it becomes normal. Regular. Expected. Like another Taylor Swift break-up.
The adults around you have become like the little Dutch boy. All 10 fingers, all 10 toes, plugging up the holes in the about-to-burst dam that is our public school infrastructure.
