Thinking on Things

This is my third blog post in less than week..perhaps I am rekindling my old writing pace. I suppose I’ve just been thinking about so much. So many things have seemingly clouded my mind, and none of it seems certain. I think about next school year, a grade change, and no real knowledge of what or how things will ‘be.’ I consider recent events in our nation concerning the lives of minorities. I consider the hatred and racism that is still so prevalent in society that causes angst and discomfort. I think about the disruption of the day-to-day events because of a virus and really the overall stigma of fear that seems to cast dark shadows everywhere you turn.

I remember how, about 2 years ago, I was the recipient of direct discrimination as a black male educator. What we recently found out about our young black male whose life was taken reminds me of moments like that, when you wonder where and from what direction the next thing will come from, hoping all the while that things will stabilize and eventually improve. I think about how much I have a love for diversity and all that means. I love seeing different cultures of people together. I’d like to think that is how it was always intended to be. Still, I see such division right in front of me..not miles and miles away.

Today I sat here thinking, gosh, I think I am pretty good about reaching out and checking on people, maybe much more than most people. I do it genuinely because I honestly care, so much to actually take the time. I’ve been in my feelings today specifically, just feeling enamored by the cares of life and the things that seemingly so easily beset us. I wondered ‘who checks on me now?’ I had a moment. This post will likely be an incomplete one, however, one thing I realize is that I am no superhuman. As much as I’d like to think I am as strong as an ox, there are times when the encumbering weight of trials, challenges and obstacles overwhelm me. While I know there must be something better on the other side of this, whatever ‘this’ is, feels like an awkward dream that I can’t wait to wake up from.

Dene Gainey

I am a teacher of 14 years. I have taught in the elementary grades, all subject areas. I love problem-based learning, diversity and community as well as the student-driven classroom. I am a recently published author of “The Journey to the ‘Y’ in You,” challenging you to find your Y (why)!

https://www.denegainey.com
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