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Tuesday, 7:20am

District Admin meeting last night.  First item on the docket – Budget Cuts.  I am taking this news particularly hard.  We are looking at a $600 dollar per child reduction in state aid next year; not especially good news, as we are already well below average in funding already.  Became more depressed as the meeting wore on, discussing probable areas that would be cut. 

                Nonetheless, we must always remember that no amount of money or “things” can replace an excellent teacher.  Much research has shown that the teacher has more direct impact on a child’s education than any other school-related factor.  We must not let things we cannot control keeps the cogs of education from churning. 

          "That is the difference between good teachers and great teachers: good teachers make the best of a pupil's means; great teachers foresee a pupil's ends." ~~ Maria Callas

 

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