Monday, March 10, 2008

The Arts in Mr.Bloomberg's New York


There are certain disadvantages to being in an improvised classroom. I mean, sure, there's no place else in the building to put kids, so you have to eye every nook and cranny in the building to see where best to cram them in. After all, even though the building's well over 250% capacity, they continue to pour in on a daily basis.

So when you suddenly hear tango music in the middle of a class period, you probably shouldn't be surprised. There you are, blabbing on about some essay the kids need to write, and the music comes on, accompanied by a loud voice:

And ONE and two and three and four and ONE and two and three and four...


And you look outside and there are a bunch of kids in gym uniforms doing the tango. So you try to ignore it, but the kids in your closetlike classroom are restless (as kids tend to be), and they want to know what's going on.

And ONE and two and three and four and ONE and two and three and four...

And what can you say, really? In some ways, this is an improvement. After all, last week you found twenty-five kids out there playing with balls claiming their teacher had sent them. At least this time, they're with their teacher. I mean, you know she's there because you hear her distinctly from each and every spot in the room.

And ONE and two and three and four and ONE and two and three and four...

So do you really want to go out there and hassle the teacher? After all, this hallway was her domain before they renamed the closet a classroom. And you're the invader, really. So who are you to tell the gym teacher not to stick a boom box right outside your door? Haven't you been complaining, along with the entire union, that there's too much focus on English and math? I mean, here are a bunch of kids learning the tango, and you ought to be applauding their efforts.

One day maybe there'll be classrooms. But meanwhile there's music, and dance, right out in the hall, and how dare you raise your voice in protest? After all, it's not like anyone would hear you above all that music and shouting anyway.
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