‘The Office of ACCOUTABILITY’…words splashed across the neatly displayed Orwellian power point. Indeed. ACCOUTABILITY. I pity the cog man, the messenger sent to ‘do the job’. He’s required to ‘school us’ in all the new terms, God bless his soul.
Here they come; rolling hot off the presses from Central Office and the building in Albany; locations where that which should be right side up, is upside down and those who row with great fervor to keep these systems afloat are unaware that they are rowing in a boat rapidly taking on water.
ACCOUTABILITY. Here they come; ‘Previous methodology’, ‘newly re-identified designation’, ‘different filters’ and ‘percent gap reduction’. Save us all and protect us from whatever substance was being ingested by those who thought to ‘school us’ in the excitingly new and improved.
Save the tentative first grader approaching me regularly with a carefully placed kiss on my right cheek and a murmured ‘I love you’…one English phrase she masters and likes to practice very, very quietly. She is unkempt, shabby and given to lengthy procrastination in the cloak room. She is unable to manage her coat, boots, hat, mittens, book bag. I present to you the child through the looking glass…as I keep my heart out of sight.
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