Returning to the Schoolhouse: Why is it so Painful?

previously published in the Detroit Free Press

During the year and a half that I taught high school virtually, I underwent a transformation. The chance to work more flexibly and efficiently, along with the absence of interactions with anyone oozing negativity, left me with energy I hadn’t felt during a school year ever. I was less burnt out, more present, and able to read, write, and create outside of the classroom. My students also shifted into more flexible patterns that allowed them more time for hobbies, for work, or for helping out their families.

In the fourteen years I’ve been teaching in and around Detroit, I have always pushed against the grain, but the pandemic has thoroughly “de-systematized” me, along with my students.

Even though we missed being together, we are struggling to fit back into this antiquated system designed to push out uniformly educated workers ready to punch proverbial clocks.

Returning to school has felt like I’m standing in front of hurricane winds pummeling me daily. I am seeing with a fresh lens — a sharper lens. I am invested in doing my job well, and to do this job well, my heart and mind must be open and present with a lot of pain right now.

The events of the past couple of years have made me more conscious than ever of how systems of oppression like white supremacy and the patriarchy show up in schooling and harm students. It’s in the lack of representation when the teaching staff is…