Gardens in June

Today was a beautiful day. I spent it at a school that sits on a large green field in the middle of the kind of urban vibrancy I grew up in. The expanse of grass is so wide and empty that it almost looks out-of-place compared to the wonderful density that surrounds it. The busy city streets leading to the school are lined with apartments, homes, businesses … an eclectic mix of buildings, some new, some many many decades old. Smack dab in the middle of one of the through-streets is a community garden, a jumble of interesting plants and floppy leaves that pops up out of nowhere, nestled behind a busy intersection, and which I always strain to see as I drive by. The June sun tends to warm this end of the city in a heightened way, and when a breeze blows across the grassy field as I walk up to the school, I can feel summer in its touch. 

This school, like so many I have taught in, is full of amazing students and dedicated teachers. Even in the final days before summer, when the academic year is winding down, the educators here are busily supporting students, and each other. Today, I arrived at classroom doors, taking students for end-of-year conferences and reading celebrations, and at each turn I chatted quickly with teachers, exchanging on-the-spot observations, progress and strengths, hopes for next year, plans to meet in September … all in a matter of seconds. These educators never seem to stop thinking about their students, and with the increasing demands and dwindling timeframes educators everywhere experience, being succinct and supportive is something of a necessary art these days. Teachers across our schools are exceptionally good at it.

Today was a beautiful day, full of engaged students, multilingual books, centres and math and outdoor games … and that quick collaboration between educators that helps hold it all together. It always gives me pause, that we manage to do so much when more and more resources and supports seem to slip away by the day. And I often imagine all that we could do if they were given back …

If we had class sizes that were manageable, that allowed every student an optimal learning environment …

If support programs for students with varying and wonderful and unique needs were properly funded … 

If we had time — real time — to collaborate and communicate with one another to best serve students …

Like that garden so close to the school, lovingly attended by neighbours and community members, I am continually proud of all teachers do to support their students’ growth. And I am also continually proud of our students, who bring so much knowledge and hope and joy to their classrooms, growing stronger, insights expanding throughout the year into new and glorious blooms. 

Summer is a time for dreaming, and this year my summer dreams are for all educators to rest and rejuvenate, knowing they did their absolute best for students. And for students, my dream is that every single one feels loved and celebrated, and proud of all they have accomplished, knowing that next September, their beautiful gardens will continue to grow.