This one via Esther, about how our teachers navigate the different standards inside and outside the community.
So it was in fifth grade, during a history lesson. The teacher was saying something about Mexico, and said (kinda loud, because she had a loud, exuberant voice) “And that’s where all our Mexicans come from!”
Then she realized that the Hispanic janitor was changing lightbulbs right outside our door. She asked very quietly if he was there, and when a student confirmed that yes, he was right outside our door just then, she went on in her loud teaching voice:
“And that’s Argentina, where Argentinians are from! And that’s Brazil, where Brazilians are from! And Ecuador, where Ecuadorians are from! And that, girls, is why America is called a melting pot!”
And now I think of that as the “melting pot” lesson, though it was actually about something else entirely…