A students view on DISD reform

In the mornings I drag myself out of bed and attempt to enjoy the monotony of my senior year. I have seen my 12th grade year as a shinning beckon, the year of not only new found adult hood but a time d for fun. Before my fall semester I hopes that my senior year would be full of joyful memories of friends and fun activities, and senior pride. On the contrary my memories of booker t have been far from enjoyable. Classed have started and not ceased to be a place of torture, not due to my senoritas. My misery has simply come from my lack of learning.My first 3 years at booker t were full of fun moments of creative learning through my eccentric and brilliant teachers. We shared moments of discovery that i felt representing the wonderful message of an arts high school, but my senior year has not had this impact.

Since day once we have seen gradual changes, nothing too dramatic with doors remaining open, lights on, no video, and lots of thumbs in the air. All of these changes the student body laughed at, but accepted knowing maybe at some inner city school, it was useful.

Second semester has come and passed and I am dismayed and disgusted by the LACK of learning in all of my classes. No longer are any lesson plans accessing my creativity. Ive learned how to copy a text book with all the work sheets I have been give, and the amount of note cards I have wasted could build a tree. With very structured and mandated lesson plans not only have my teachers been belittled in their ability to teach but my intelligence has been belittled. My thumbs simply DO NOT express my level of understanding in the class room. As the ra ing boy in duncanville said if you want me to learn ENGAGE me.

But it is too late. I write this blog post dreading for my sister, only a freshman, her next three years. I even suggested that she might want to return to our home school, Plano Senior. MY junior year I swore up and down to dozens of tour that there was not a better school on the planet. Booker t was engaging, artistic, and gave me a new love for people. I no longer believe this. My senior year has been hardly enlightening and my greatest memory will be the stressed out teachers,emotionally stressed; not teaching me because they are simply too concerned with evaluations.