I did not sleep well last night. I suspect a lot of people didn’t. At this moment there is so much that is going wrong that it is hard to step off of the spinning wheel of doom.
Today marks the official beginning of Pride month. There won’t be any parades and public events this year due to Covid 19. If you don’t know how Pride originated right now would be a very good time to find out. I’d suggest a search of the term Stonewall riots. Or protests. Or uprising.
Tomorrow is the official Primary Election Day. Please mail in your ballot, or drop it off in one of those handy-dandy ballot boxes. Don’t miss the opportunity to make your voice heard on the Board of Education race, as well as local and national primary choices. Treat voting as something so valuable that you would protest to protect it.
You would, wouldn't you?
I’ll leave you with a question that’s been circulating over the weekend on Twitter:
What grade were you in when you had your first black teacher?
For me: sixth grade. Then, a homeroom teacher in middle school, and my choir teacher in high school. In college: zero.
I think this is worth discussing in Columbia/HoCo. Send me your answers.
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