Painting the Roses Red

Communication is key to a successful life. Be it at work, in school, with friends or family - our lives revolve around the ability to communicate our wants and needs with each other. As a teacher we tend to find ourselves the mediator of lines of conversation between multiple parties so that our students will be successful in our class and classes to come.

This principle has been repeatedly drilled into my head since my first education class freshman year of college, and rightfully so. However, the more I started to grasp the reason behind this statement, the more it seemed that this important rule slowly slipped out of the minds of my teachers the higher I climbed the academic latter.

What I've come to find out is that here in Wonderland, communication is a rare, undependable bird. People may find themselves left out of an important notice. The readings for this week may have never been posted. Or, more consistently, lack of clarifying that the queen wanted red roses and not white ones less than 24 hours before she is expected to walk the garden.

So what do we do, you ask? We grab some brushes and paint those accursed flowers red. 

 

The problem here lately is that these five cards are very tired of painting a new set of roses each week. In fact, some of them have thrown down the brushes and have started to demand clearer instructions. And, let's be honest, at this stage of academics, it shouldn't even be a problem. Syllabuses should have been established on the first day, not the end of the fourth week. Project guidelines should be posted at least a week in advance of the due date.

But I digress, because what can you do? If the queen refuses to clarify instructions, we must try our best to tend the garden and hope that, when the time comes, we can quickly paint over our mistakes and she won't notice. 

Prayers would be appreciated. 

Until next time,

Kaity