I write about the teachers who left.
I write for the teachers who taught for six months and walked out with relief. I write for the teachers, who are now in different professions. I write for the educators who are tired, and remember when education was different. They’re now retired.
I write for the teachers in the middle of their careers, like me, who still have some passion and fight left in them, or maybe they question. I write for those few who still dream of being teachers, as Corrie did. I told my own child, “No, you don’t want to be a teacher.” I write for the students who experience teachers in and out, or subs all year. This is a ballad for public education.
Corrie's Season 