May 27, 2014
Hello. My name is
Tamara Lancaster. Here is my story…
I am a child of God.
I am a wife.
I am a mother.
I am a sister.
I am a daughter.
I am a friend.
I am a paraprofessional in the Autism classroom.
I am worthy.
I am important.
I am trustworthy.
I am reliable.
I am patient.
I am kindhearted.
I am willing.
I am committed.
I am funny.
I am compassionate.
I am dedicated.
I am able.
I am calm.
I am reassuring.
I am creative.
I am strong.
I am interested.
I am supportive.
I am delighted.
I am emotional.
I am frustrated.
I am resentful.
I am tired.
I am angry.
I am confused.
I am in need of answers.
How on earth do you expect me, as well as my friends and
co-workers, to continue to make a positive difference in the lives of young
children? How do you suggest we continue
to offer every part of our being to the students and families we serve, knowing
we are not valued monetarily or supported in our efforts? How dare you suppose that what you are
currently offering us will be accepted and considered fair? How can you lay your heads on your pillows at
night knowing you did not stand up and make your voices heard regarding the
numerous concerns your county employees have mentioned to you? For those of you with children, how can you
accept mediocrity from your school board officials, knowing it is negatively
affecting your own kids?
Why are you tolerant of the ludicrous pay scale? Why do businesses continue to take precedence
over our children – our future? Why does
the almighty dollar mean more than the education and well-being of the numerous
children and families that demand our time and talents each day? When was the last time any of you stepped
foot into a classroom and actually took a moment to see how amazing we are? Instead of continuing to insist that teachers
collect data and create binders to show you how incredible they are, how about
you actually COME AND WATCH THEM TEACH THE CHILDREN IN THEIR CARE?
Come see them greet the children by name each morning,
console an upset student because of something that happened on the way to
school, engage their classes into meaningful lessons that will positively
impact them, and present topics that are interesting, creative and important. Check out how well they handle all of the
disruptive behavior issues in their classes.
See how they manage to reach the low students who need support while
still engaging and challenging those who are higher thinkers. Watch how well
they manage classrooms filled with 28, 29, 30+ students by themselves.
I invite you to walk with me as I physically, emotionally
and intellectually interact with the incredible students I work with daily who
happen to have Autism. Watch as I
encourage them to read, recall details, add, subtract, build, create, move,
eat, use the bathroom, attend specials (PE, Music, Library, Art) and learn with
their peers. There is no down time in my
day. I accompany these beautiful,
bright, fabulous children throughout their day from the class to the cafeteria,
the bathroom and beyond. I hit the
ground running, and don’t stop until I escort my last student safely to their vehicle
at the end of the day.
We are expected to perform at higher standards with lower
pay, now increasing class sizes, and added stressors such as testing, data
compilation and more meetings that just take away from the art we so love…TEACHING! It is beyond time for a change. We simply cannot do it alone. We must have your support, encouragement and commitment
to ensuring that our needs are met. You
will not regret it! I guarantee it.
The saddest thing to me is that I am now facing a decision
to have to leave a profession that I love in order for my own children not to
suffer due to my lack of funds. What a
crime that is. Even worse, I know if I
do leave, a replacement would soon be sought, without regard for any of the
dedicated service I have given SCPS, knowing they can easily replace my
position. Well guess what? You can hire another paraprofessional, but
you will lose out on an incredible employee who absolutely adores what she does
each day. I know I am making a positive difference
in the lives of young children, and in the kingdom of heaven. Too bad I have to choose something different
just to survive….shame, shame, shame.
Sincerely and with an eager, hopeful heart,
Tamara Lancaster
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