Reflections of a First-Year Teacher
I teach in a beautiful building, replete with majestic stone arches and columns rising high above its earthy-brick façade. Intense dedication to detail and careful consideration of craft went into this architectural marvel, evoking renowned college campuses. The stained-glass windows and high, echoing ceilings of the auditorium embody a sacred space, reflecting a time when schools were built as cathedrals of learning. Students and teachers navigate hallways adorned with flags from various nations and colorful student projects, lit by the soft glow of large domed lights overhead. Despite the impressive elements, students are barred from ones instrumental to their educational and developmental needs. While the school boasts a large yard with a garden and ample space for physical activities, much of the area is littered with construction debris. The space that remains is reserved parking for teachers, compelled to drive through a borough lacking cohesive public transportation. Young peop...