Dispirit of the Season by Fred Smith

Fred Smith, our gloomy prognosticator

Here's Fred Smith's gloomy summary of our  education misleadership, currently and in the future.

Yet Chris Cerf is resigning as Newark Superintendent early -- in advance of their transition to a democratically-elected school board.  Detroit moved from state control to an elected school board last year.   

In contrast, our next Chancellor will be the choice of only one person, Mayor de Blasio, and Fred warns that like our current Chancellor, he or she may wear "progressive attire. But won’t do much to lower class size, lead or inspire."  

Only time will tell, but let's hope for the best!  - Leonie 

Dispirit of the Season

 

‘Tis now Christmas day and my heart is wheezing,

Bundled up in my bed, coughing and sneezing.

 

Santa stayed home on the eve befogged by the flu,

And Rudolph this year couldn’t lead his sled through.

 

And so my darlings, there’s not much to say

After last night descended and became the next day.

 

And Eva goes high-speed on with her wild shopping spree,

Buying pols as she needs them to get schools for free;

While Betsy converts the uneducated classes,

Vouching for private ways to teach the masses,

With both of them preaching in the same certain voice

Salvation as it is written in the Gospel of Choice.

 

As ever-sure Andrew decides on how he should go,

But always taking the time to stick deBlasio.

 

And the same is true for mayoral control Bill,

A no-contest election behind him with four years to fill.

He must pick a chancellor who wears progressive attire.

But won’t do much to lower class size, lead or inspire.

 

One thing, however, suspends their personal feud.

Both courageously agree that Trump’s a bad dude.

 

And the IDC and other deceivers are calling the tune

While the UFT helps the dish run away with the spoon.

 

Now I must cut this short.  I have fever and chills.

Sniffling about so many societal ills.

 

And so my dear friends, have a pitcher of beer

As we brace ourselves for the same old new year.

 

~fred  :(