My week started with a headless bunny day (a phrase I coined based on an unfortunate Monday morning backyard surprise—compliments of an owl or hawk according to my people at Google)
I thought it was going to be a headless bunny week.
After all, I have been in a dark, negative, headless bunny kind of mood. Some might even call it a funk.
But then something happened.
All of the ‘theys’ that have been the source of my angst became, well, human. Right before my very eyes.
They are by no means perfect. In fact, sometimes I am not sure I even like them. Especially when they are creating and using assessment tools that don’t measure what I value. Especially when they are swarming my classroom with clipboards and judgment. Especially when they become little voices in my head critiquing my every move when I am trying, working, struggling to get it right.
Maybe I should talk to them, I thought. I sure would like to give them a piece of my mind, I thought. They have no idea what damage they are doing, I thought.
So I asked, requested, demanded to meet with them. And they showed up.
I planned to be diplomatic. I planned to wear a mask. I planned to keep my distance.
But it turns out they are human. I like humans. I am human, too.
So, I shared my story with them. I listened to them tell theirs.
I felt lighter. The little voices got quieter.
Today was not another headless bunny day.