I’m so sorry
I really am.
I mean, good luck tomorrow. But many of us worked so hard! I poured my heart into stopping tomorrow from coming. It just wasn’t enough. I wish I could have contributed more, but I don’t have the reach, or the influence.
My colleagues. High school. Middle school. This day should not have happened.
de Blasio was dead set on opening. The Chancellor followed the Mayor’s direction. And the UFT leadership has been saying since June that with the rate low we had to open.
It was obvious to me, and to almost every teacher I know, that the right course of action was to go remote – to announce it early, to give people time to prepare for it. And planning this takes time. But we needed to get the UFT leadership on board. That never happened.
So now, if you have to go in, be careful.
If things are off, talk to your Chapter Leader, report it. Call the UFT call center at 212-331-6311 directly. That’s for missing safety supplies, iffy ventilation, protocols that aren’t being followed, and even general disorder (which, in a pandemic, is a safety issue)
Me? I have an accommodation to work remotely. I’ve been coming in to work on the program, and consult with the principal, but tomorrow I’m teaching from home.
Is it possible to change minds this week? I dunno. If things go well, and let’s hope they do, it will be hard to change minds immediately. But we should not give up. All the facts, all the arguments are still there, still on our side. Eventually we will go remote. Let’s hope it happens before people get sick.
We should not be willing to give up. I am still fighting.
JD2718 
Were so sorry uncle albert…….beatles paul mccarthy
This is very easy, until K-8 teachers start voting against Mulgrew & Co., nothing is going to change. The UFT will continue to be a company union.
y’know back in ’72 when my family and i were living in laos, my mother turned to me and said,
“You must go to the great far off land of the United Stes of american” and when she did, my eyes teared up and i hugged the living daylights out of her. I saluted to the picture of my dad that was hanging over our door and with a bit of pep in my boots i ran out the door. whizzing past the stands of our little village i went. slapping the backs of my friends and kissing all of my current and past lovers. I jumped into my work and yelled at my boss
“Its time for me to go to american ! I will necver work here again! You terrible boss!”
My boss teared up and i hugged the living daylights out of him. I ran out the door and with a jingle, i was in the great outdoors that teddy t.g.i.f. Roosevelt always spoke of: America. The end