Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Poverty, schools, and the right to education.

What's happening in Wisconsin right now scares the hell out of me.

I won't pretend to have an absolutely perfect view of the political situation; most of the information I'm getting is either from Internet news articles (which slant very pro-union, pro-education, and pro-not being total assholes) or from people who are actually in Wisconsin. But from where I'm sitting, it looks like the new Governor of the state took a budget surplus, turned it into a budget deficit by granting tax breaks to corporations and extremely rich people, and is now trying to take the balance out of the public school system. And maybe succeeding.

I keep hearing the phrase "personal responsibility" being thrown around in discussions of Why This Is The Right Thing To Do. We need lower government spending, including lower educational spending, and if you don't like it, that's what private schools and home schooling were invented for. Um. Okay. You know who doesn't have much personal responsibility? A kindergartner. When I was in kindergarten, my idea of "personal responsibility" pretty much began and ended with remembering to leave room for lunch in my schoolbag, which was otherwise packed with My Little Ponies. I wasn't very consistent about this. Does that mean I shouldn't have been allowed to go to a decent school?

Little kids don't know rich from poor. They don't learn racism, or sexism, or religious intolerance until we teach it to them. They just know that when they go to school, they want the teacher to be fun to learn from, the crayons in the art cabinet to be unbroken, and the library to have books worth reading. They want to learn. Bad schools beat that desire out of them, and underfunded schools, unfortunately, often turn into bad schools. Not because the teachers don't care. Not because the parents don't care. Because the resources aren't there to do anything more than just get by.

I grew up in California, so far below the poverty level that sometimes, there was no heat in our apartment. We moved at least once a year, because that was what the eviction notices required, and every time we moved, we wound up somewhere smaller, and uglier, and scarier than the place before. And through it all? Through it all, I went to great schools. I attended Sequoia Middle School, a magnet school for college prep kids. It was Nerd Prep, and I loved it there. I took Drama and Art and Computers, and I got the exact same classes as the kids whose parents made six figures a year. I attended College Park High School, the college prep high school, and I took Drama and Ceramics and Art and AP English, and I learned.

Did I get picked on for being poor? Yeah. My clothes were old and often ugly, my haircuts were unfashionable, when my glasses got broken, I glued them back together and wore them for another year. But I got to learn. I had access to teachers and books and librarians who knew what they were doing. If I had been forced into an underfunded school with teachers who had to work a second job at night to keep their own heat on (and teachers are already pretty poorly paid, especially when you consider that they're educators, role models, mentors, impromptu counselors, and half a dozen other things besides), that wouldn't have happened, and the person I am today wouldn't be here.

People like me cannot exist if we stop prioritizing universal access to good schools, good teachers, and classes that do more than force every student through the same cookie cutter curriculum—something that becomes necessary when you have more than thirty students to a teacher. If we start making education a matter of "personal responsibility," then we're really saying that poor children should have one more disadvantage added to the heaping tower of things already stacked against them. Not every parent can home school. Not every smart child can afford tuition, or be the one to win the scholarship. Not every child has choices.

My tax dollars fund schools. If I were allowed to decide where my tax dollars went, all the dollars currently funding guns would fund schools. But I don't get to do that, so all I can do is hope that people who benefited from our public school system, or have ever known anyone who benefited from our public school system, will say "You know what? I don't need another tax break on my five billion dollars a year. Let's buy some desks."

What's happening to the Wisconsin school system is wrong. And I'm terrified that it's going to work, and the people who think it's a good idea will start trying to do it everywhere else in the country. Children don't need personal responsibility.

Children need to learn.
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I can't tell you how much I thank you for this. I had a similar sounding childhood, and I KNOW school saved me.
The idea that people would take the future away from children makes me sick.
The cuts that they have made at the boys' school is....horribly, stupefyingly awful. When they first started up in The Armpit of the Universe (sorry, but that is how I feel about suburban New Jersey), their school had a great arts program, an amazing band teacher, a graphic arts club with a teacher who I swear was the only person who ever made Liam *like* school. I've watched things get whittled away, year after year. Ashe only has art one day a week. Liam's graphic arts club got cut (the teacher is their shop teacher, so thankfully Liam can still screen print lyrics to the latest song from Disturbed onto a planter and call it a Mother's Day gift). Both boys are getting up stupidly early to go to band practice, because the school cut funding and now the teacher is coming in early to give the kids a chance to play.

It is obscene, I tell you.

Of course, Ashe gives me hope: "It's okay, mom. I'll just take the fun stuff when I'm in college. Does UNC have a mime program?"

Yes, this is what I have wrought: a child who, even though I usually have to parent from 8 hours away, knows that he can be whatever he wants....as long as he has a food service job to pay the bills. *shakes head*
Oh, cheese and crackers. :(

I'm glad Ashe is still planning to mime his heart out.
Unless, of course, he goes full-tilt into performance art, which is also a strong contender. Regardless, food service will be paying the bills, according to him.

Some days, I can't decide if I am the best or worst possible role model. It says a lot that he sees two people who live happy, creative, bohemian lives and worry occasionally about how to pay the rent as more attractive lifestyle than two people with white collar jobs
Personally, I think that makes you the best possible role model.
Hey, if this means my kid lives his life without shame (but a fair amount of wondering why people are so judgemental about lives that have nothing to with the people who object to them the loudest), I'll be happy.

Oh, and congratulations! Not only are you a NYT bestseller (*squee*), you made Ashe's list of 5 famous Irish people for his history class.

Out of the Kennedys, St. Patrick, St. Brigid and Bono....you were the only one who got listed, among your accomplishments, " a best selling author of cool zombie books and my mom's writer fried who likes cats."
I'm fried! That's actually pretty damn awesome.

And if your kid lives his life without shame, he wins. Full stop.
Arrrgh! Stupid sticky "n" key (which has nothing to do with my tendency to write late at night while eating Doritos. Really).

Ashe tends to look at the people I "know" online and others who are in no way related to him by flesh and blood as family (I taught the boys the concept of chosen family early). You have a branch on his family tree!

So does Emilie Autumn (she sprouts off of your branch). And Voltaire (complete with THAT PICTURE from Dragon*Con). And Barbara Kingsolver and a host of minor 70s Saturday morning superheroes and Appalachian poets. And Lorne Green (who is actually my mom's godfather).

Congratulations and...er...welcome to the family?
Does my branch of the family tree have mistletoe on it, or do I count as part of the weird parasitic plant infecting the tree? Inquiring minds want to know.
I could always tell him you requested it. My branch has a sock monkey perched on it.

I'm also the ivy around the tree (and each leaf is a different friend and I SWEAR the thing that scares me most is the fact that I understand his thought process)....so I guess we are both parasitic plants. um...yay?
Hey, as long as the tree survives, we're just hangin'.