How to make a good, safe school environment
I was born in a home where a mother took me to a local gym and to a basketball game, a place where I had the best chance of making friends.
But now I’ve moved to a school where my children are taught by men who would like to be called dads, who have the same goals as I do: to teach my children that the men who work for them have the power to make the world a better place.
These are the men I once thought of as my father.
I’ve now learned that the fathers they serve have the right to be in charge.
And in the name of equality, they’re not.
That’s the message we’re giving to my children in this country, a message that’s being repeated at the moment in schools across the country, where male teachers are being pushed out of their jobs or even fired for having sex with their female students.
I can tell you, I have no interest in watching my kids go through the same thing as they did when I was a boy.
I don’t think my kids are ready for it.
I’m going to have to take the responsibility for this.
I have a new job, I’m moving away, and I want to start a family.
What I want for them is for them to know that men have the opportunity to do what men do.
That there are women out there doing it, that there are people out there who can provide the skills, the experience, the support, the motivation that will give my kids the tools they need to thrive.
That we’re not going to let them down.
And that I have nothing to fear, because I’m doing the right thing, for them and for me.
The story of the man who made this happen is a familiar one.
I was raised by two fathers, one a man, and one a woman, in a middle-class home in Washington state.
They both taught me to believe that I was special, that I could do anything.
They taught me that if I made a difference in someone else’s life, that it was worth it.
The first father to raise me was a man.
He worked as a teacher and a construction worker.
He was the kind of guy who didn’t take himself too seriously, and who treated his kids as if they were his own.
He loved them.
He made sure that when he got home from work that he took them to a park for a stroll.
He let them have their own time with their friends, to play, to go to the movies, to swim, to ride a bike, and even to make their own cookies.
He wanted them to have a life, to be healthy, to have fun.
I loved him for it, and he loved me for it too.
The second father was a woman.
She was the only one who had an interest in my future.
She told me she would give me everything I ever wanted.
She said that she loved me and I loved her, and that she would always be there for me, always be supportive, always hold my hand.
My father worked long hours, and at the end of the day he worked just as hard as he could.
He would sleep late, he would go out early, he slept in the park or on the roof, he stayed up late, watching TV.
He always wanted me to succeed.
He never let me down.
He didn’t want to make me feel like a failure.
I knew he believed in me, and so I learned to trust him.
But I also knew that he could do what he wanted, because he was my father, and we both had the same goal.
We both wanted our kids to succeed in life, and if we didn’t, we couldn’t help them.
I wanted my kids to have an education and a chance at a better life, for my dad to have the chance to get his degree, for me to be able to make it my own.
That was my life.
I worked hard, and when my father died, I made sure he got everything he ever wanted and I made the same promise.
I had a good job, and a good home.
I didn’t have to make sacrifices.
And then I was able to tell my daughter that she was special.
She had a chance to be the person she wanted to be.
She has the same hopes, dreams, and aspirations as I did growing up.
But in her eyes, she sees a woman in her.
She sees a mother who will do anything for her.
I know that’s not always what happens, but I know it happens.
And I know I’m lucky to be a part of it.
It’s not just about a good education.
It also means a good life for your children.
For me, it means making sure that I’ve made the right choices for my family and that I’m giving them the best possible chance to succeed at a young age.
I am not the only parent who has a story like mine. For many