The Day had come when I would go and visit the “no child left behind school” I arrived at the school facility that would house the school within a school and I honestly have to say that I was really impressed with the overall building presentation. The school was clean throughout the whole building, the gym was just gorgeous and as the daughter of a former teacher who watched my mother toil over boards year in and year out until she eventually became known as the board queen. The boards in the school were just awesome.
There were a few glitches that were a little disconcerting, as I moved towards the office for more information, I was told that my child’s school office was around the corner which literally turned out to be some sort of resource room. It looked like my child’s school office was at one point the computer room. I met the vice principal of the school who turned out to be a wigger, a white woman who has adopted the black culture as her own and is white in appearance only. I was a little taken about by this because wiggers are sometimes stereotyped as being willing to do anything for a black man or black men. My thought flashed back to the jim crowe setup of the school and I seriously wondered if this woman would be a tool to try to knock down the no child left behind law through our children by making them fail for some black man’s relief. It did not help that she is known as the expulsion queen of DeKalb County. In any event she seemed intelligent and concerned and determined to do positive things as it related to the children and I honestly think that she’s working towards helping the children to achieve and if it had not been for one teacher who I really believe she herself is trying to be the principal of the school in an underhanded way I probably would not have ever posted this blog, or written about any of any of this, I would have kept my thoughts to myself.
I met the teachers and they seemed nice, looked intelligent and ready to teach. I was ready for this experiment and from what I initially saw thought that it could go well. In the beginning for the most part it did go well until the school started to mess with my son’s schedule and the teachers I met ended up not being his teachers but ended up being another team and this is where the strangeness of no child left behind came in, in terms of intent.
