It's past my bedtime, and I'm frantically trying to send a few last minute emails before the week begins. I've been drowning in a sea of data for the last few hours, and after an extensive conversation with one of our third grade teachers, I am frazzled and exhausted.
Our benchmark scores are abysmal. STAAR is staring us in the face, and the sky feels like it's falling. Our campus is in ambulance mode, desperate to fix what's broken. In the midst of the standardized testing frenzy, it's easy to lose our north star.
Kids matter. Falling in love with books matter. World Read Aloud Day matters. Holding onto hope matters.
This too shall pass.