Report a comment Thank you for taking the time to report the following comment to the administrator of this site. Please complete this short form and click the submit button to process your report. Name   E-mail   Reason for reporting comment       Comment in question Posted by ShinyPebb1e 05-01-2008 14:43,   ... I was dropping off my daughter at elementary school right before Christmas so the halls were filled with excited children bustling to class. I was in the moment, experiencing the excitement through the children. I was aware of how each child was so different, so full of their own personality. I watched how the teachers were greeting the children, interacting with them, talking to them, smiling at them. Then I saw my child’s teacher greeting each child as she ushered them into the room. The teacher was so careful to treat each child alike, equal, almost identical. I realized… she doesn’t even know my child. She has a unique personality, her own learning style, special needs, desires, struggles, and dreams. I could have whispered secrets, but the teacher was too busy trying to be “fair” to all the children. Would that be fair to any of the children? As I continued to watch the children, my heart began to weep. I drove home with tears streaming down my face and wrote this poem.   » Report this comment to administrator   »  Go back to the story