Last Friday, I was in Chicago, where the Chicago Teachers Union was staging a one-day strike. While the Milwaukee Public Schools, for which I teach, was on spring break last week, a number of my Milwaukee colleagues were marching alongside their Chicago brothers and sisters.
I wasn’t; I was having a long-planned and much-needed vacation. Part of me felt guilty for not walking the streets with my fellow educators. Most of me, though, was glad to have some time not thinking about what has been a grueling school year here in Milwaukee, not thinking about what has happened to public schools here in Wisconsin, not thinking about what consequences will follow the April 5 elections and the Nov. 5 elections and on and on.