I have come to the conclusion that this is EXACTLY what is happening. “Our public school system is slowly crumbling”. You have heard me mention it before, all systems are. However, I am going to share a very personal story on how the public school system is crumbling right before my eyes. Along with many other “systems” that are currently slowly going down, our public school system is a complete mess. What I am about to share with you is all real and there is nothing “fiction” about it. I am here as a momma to five children who have been going to public school since 2006.  Things were still okay at that point, in my eyes anyway. My two eldest were at the point in their lives when they were attending their early stages of schooling in queens, New York. I was very active and always on the PTA board making sure I was always involved in everything. At one point I was the PTA vice-president. We had bake sales and tons of fun-family activities where everyone was very helpful and enjoyed being at these functions. It was a good run for sure. It was during those times where I was able to see through everyone’s rose colored glasses and things started to surface. I was able to see what really went on behind the “scenes”. It’s not pretty, I can promise you that. Our public school system is all politics. Our political system is a mess and our school system is going right down with it.

I am going to fast forward to the last five years and although I am speaking about one of my children, I will keep him nameless moving forward in this blog. 

When my son was in Pre-Kindergarten I was told by his very “old-school” teacher that he was very behind. Emotionally and academically.  She almost begged me to not send him to kindergarten. She knew what my son was in for. She was trying to protect us from what we hadn’t seen or known would happen. I decided to listen to her. I made the call to our school and spoke to the principal. I was told these exact words, “If he is eligible to attend school going by his birthday, he must be registered for kindergarten.” I was then promised that if he needed the extra help that they would get him ready for his future. I did what I was told. I trusted our system. Extra help was not the problem. He was almost an entire year younger than all of his peers and he was not mature enough to attend his grade-level educational status quo. Mom knows best, right? I knew it. I was shut down right from the start. If I only knew then what I know now…!

Now going into second grade my son was still very far behind and struggling. At this point common core came into play and I was barely able to help him with any of his school work. I kid you not. Second grade and a parent cannot help their child with their work? This is no coincidence, I do not believe in them. Coincidences, that is. They made parents feel helpless. That is where they started backing us all into our little corners. My husband was working two jobs at the time and we had a total of five children. I was always home with them and my husband wasn’t around as much as he’d like. We had a mortgage and bills to pay and mouths to feed. I remember getting mailings about parent workshops within our district to help parents learn “Common Core”. Are you kidding me? That was a red flag right there. Read between those lines, my friends! HELPLESS!

Fast forward just a couple short school years later,  we were moving to a different town. My son was going into second grade(as mentioned before), a new town and my perfect opportunity to have him held back. He wouldn’t have known anything that was happening at the time, he would have made new friends and he would have been the same age as his peers.  My “eligible” son way back then going into kindergarten was almost a year younger than most of his peers. Yet our school system thinks this is psychologically okay for a child this age to have entered kindergarten. His date of birth made him “eligible”. Back to what I was saying, I called the school and I was denied, yet again. There is a “no child left behind” policy that has been put into place. I WAS DENIED. He was pushed through the “system”, struggling academically and emotionally.

This is probably where the lightbulb started going off for me and I started piecing things that were happening together. And, you may not want to hear this. OUR SCHOOL SYSTEM HAS BECOME A PLACE TO WATCH OUR CHILDREN FAIL. It is being done on purpose. And, it’s getting worse and worse. Call it conspiracy, call me the theorist. It’s all good. Our conspiracies are becoming real and they are facts. 

Here we are. What?! Schools have been shut down! Remember? It wasn’t that long ago. A nationwide pandemic. This pandemic was put into place to hurt our children. Yes, I said it. And, I’ll say it again and again. You can throw stones at me from your glass house if you’d like. Go ahead, I’ll go get my catchers mitt. I am not angry, by the way. I am stating facts. I go with the flow, always. It is what it is. So now all the struggling children can just keep on struggling. Teachers don’t want to teach anymore because of everything their administration is putting them through and our children are siting in classrooms most of the time where they’d probably be better off being taught by YouTube. Oh, I heard that is actually happening too in some classes as their teachers are sitting there in jeans and t-shirts because there is such a shortage that they know they can do anything they want and not get fired. Let’s not forget the teachers that are allowing their students to do Tik-Tok videos. Oh, and yes, some teachers are even joining them. Is this a joke? And, they expect students to take them seriously. I just heard that one of my son’s teachers had a public account on Tik-Tok and she was found dancing on poles. She was a “Zumba” instructor as a side gig. I will leave that as just that! Let’s not forget about all the teachers who are handing our children packets as they tell them to “get it done”. Sorry, you are on your own kid! Seriously? Is your “smart board” not teaching your class for you? Are you even teaching? Let’s not forget about the 2 out of 9 teachers who have a basket for phone collection. The other 7 allow our children to sit there with their devices, “after their work is done”. The work that they just did on their own. Are you kidding me? While all of this is happening…where do you think the teacher is? I’ll fill you in. He or she is also sitting there on their phone.

Here is a blog I posted back in late June of 2023 after our CSE meeting with our school district… 

I’m a really good judge of character, usually. Until this past Friday. I am ashamed and it’s going to take me a long time to let this go, if ever. I promise not to beat myself up over this too much. I will find a way to make this a life-learning lesson for myself and for my son.

I want to start out by saying I know many amazing teachers. I have had teachers in my day that I still remember today and the impact they still have on me. My children have had amazing teachers as well. My sister is a teacher and so is her husband. I have friends who are teachers. This blog post is NOT to bash teachers.

I wasn’t going to publish this. I am going to be sincere about telling you why I decided to. This is coming from the depth of my soul. I want to raise awareness on this stigma that society has created for us.

On Friday we had a meeting at my son’s school to go over a possible plan to help him struggle less as he is approaching high school next year. Along with the process I had to have a full evaluation done, which included a series of tests. It also included an in-person meeting between my husband and a few so-called “professionals”.

As soon as I met with this one teacher whom my son was telling me about all year I knew right away he had issues of his own. It was clear to me in that moment that my son was in fact telling me the whole truth and nothing but…

I am going to quote what he said to us at the meeting. This meeting was created by the school district to determine whether my son was entitled to special education services. “Your son has been a distraction in my class since day one. There are very few days where he doesn’t cause an issue. When he isn’t in class, it’s better for everyone. He makes it hard for me to like him”. I will never get these words out of my head.

Yes, my friends you read that correctly. I wish I was joking. Truly, I do. You see my son has been telling me about this teacher, as well as many others since day one. I’d like to remind you that I have not heard from this teacher at all throughout the school year. My son has told me numerous times that he has said unkind things to him throughout the school year. Being that my son was going to school every day without any issues I would brush it off and try to flip it into a positive situation.

Why? Because I was trusting a professional and thinking that he was doing right by my child. I’m disgusted, to say the least. I cried for hours on Friday afternoon. My eyes were welted from the tears of hurt that were falling down from my eyes. Mostly, I was crying with guilt-stricken feelings that came my way as well. How could I trust a teacher over my son’s words? That is all that went running through my mind.

Having a high-level school degree and calling oneself a “professional” means absolutely nothing to many professionals. There is still a human being with a soul that may have undergone some serious trauma back in his or her day. I sat down in the meeting and I took one look at this teacher and felt his pain. My son, that is.

This was before he said what he had said describing my son. I saw a hurt little boy filled with trauma deep down inside sitting in that meeting. It’s a shame that my son was a victim of his unhealed trauma. It’s an even bigger shame that his Momma fell into the trap of a clear misconception that our children are always “safe” in school. I wonder why I have not heard anything about my son’s distractive behavior all year until now. It’s sad. I wonder how my child made it through the school year. I wonder if this teacher was able to openly describe my son this way to his parents without any hesitation; I wonder what it was like being my son in his classroom all year. Certain things make a lot more sense to me now.

My son has forgiven me and I have forgiven myself. We were meant to experience all of this together and it helped me understand that I need to step up and fight harder. I will no longer be that voiceless parent in my corner. 

 So, here we are just a few short months ago. My  child is now going into his first year of high school still not caught up on any level and has been dragged down even more because the schools were shut down. Remember, the “pandemic”.  And, now the school is suggesting I have him evaluated through an outside source. A neurologist. Are you kidding me? Because I don’t want CPS knocking on my door I follow through and I do what I am told. Because that is what society and our crumbling public school system along with everything else  wants us to do. They want us to DO WHAT WE ARE TOLD. They have us backed in this tiny little corner with no where to turn.

Last night we had our last appointment with the neurologist. When I say last that is because I have ended this absolute ridiculous mockery of what they are trying to do here. I am going to say it bluntly. They are trying to slap a ridiculous diagnosis on my child. Yes, an ADHD diagnosis. Then they will expect him to be medicated. Funny, not happening! They screwed up. And, now they want to put a bandage on the damage they did to my child. Here is what I said at our last appointment.

“I am not discrediting you as a doctor. However, from my observations there’s no diagnosis and just so you are aware I would NEVER medicate my child. Our system is broken and I’m not slapping a diagnosis on my son to make the teachers lives easier as our school system slowly crumbles. The teachers can do their job as I will do mine”.

And, that’s it. Here is my story. I hope this reaches whoever it needs to. Parents, stop trusting that our system has your child’s best interest. It doesn’t. There are many, many teachers out there that are absolutely wonderful! I hope they step up and see what is truly going on within society. I hope that the few administrators and teachers that are left standing tall after this mess is over will come forth and open up their own communities where parents who choose not to homeschool will send their children. I promise you, this is what is coming. It may not happen overnight, however, it will happen. Our public school system is slowly crumbling.

My son will be VERY successful in HIS own way. I will not silence him. I truly believe that many of our children today are here to bravely make a statement. They chose to be here during this time for a reason. I believe that they are here to finally silence the programs that have been run for most of our lives. I believe that we are witnessing a major break down in our school system. And, I am so grateful to be here to watch it all crumble…

Until next time…

Love & Light, Always!

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