It's been a long time coming, this feeling of freeing myself. I have felt so conflicted about Youngest's attendance at the by-lottery elementary school for awhile now, never more so than in the past two months, as vitriol has reached a crescendo in the community.
I managed to articulate it to Pete last night. Why the big fight to keep neighborhood kids out? Why? I've been saying for years that, were it a neighborhood school, that by-lottery school would be my kids' neighborhood school. The marked differences in curriculum and teaching style between that school and the regular schools when Eldest started are all gone to the wayside now. All elementary schools in the district teach using the same methods, the same curriculum, the same drive for testing success. [Don't get me started on the fallacy of merely teaching to the Test (with a capital "T"). Don't.]
But it came to a head Saturday, when all those parents of kids at the by-lottery elementary school clamored for the right of their kids to attend the neighborhood middle school. You can't have it both ways. You either support neighborhood schools or you don't.
I can't have it both ways. I either support neighborhood schools or I don't.
I freakin' ass do.
Were the school district talking about closing the by-lottery school like they were last year at about this time, I'd be totally fighting.
But talking about letting neighborhood kids in? That's a totally different deal. For me. And it should be for you. And you. And you.
So leave me out of discussions about converting to a charter school. I told you yesterday that I'm opposed to that because of the impact it would have on kids in middle school and high school. My kids. And your kids soon enough.
And leave me out of discussions about saving the by-laws and the tri-laws and the in-laws to keep neighborhood kids out.
And I'll keep quiet. To a point.
To a point.