There are so many days I would feel just fine if I could stay home part of the time to read and write, or if I could teach in English, or teach in Spanish to people who spoke it, or teach Spanish as a second language to people who could accept that learning Spanish isn’t reciting grammar rules and choosing the best of five possible answers, it’s about learning to speak–and not just speech for survival purposes, but for literacy.
The struggle over not just what college is, but what education is and what a university is, is what has me so tired; some say just teach as in high school but that isn’t the point.
Axé.