Gay teacher and gay student
Parents outraged after California math teacher orders students to come out as male lover or lesbian
A math instructor at a California high college left parents outraged after he ordered his students to either come out as gay or woman-loving woman during an activity.
Freshmen at Rancho Buena Vista Lofty School were participating in an elective seminar class designed to teach them how to be socially current when they were given a diversity, equity and inclusion exercise last month.
But the teenagers - and their parents - never could have expected what the assignment would entail.
Students were given the following instructions: 'Stand in a circle. Each of you is now same-sex attracted or lesbian, and you are about to open your coming out process. You cannot talk for the rest of this activity'.
The assignment prompted seven students to walk out of the classroom.
'Very uncomfortable,' James Leon, whose daughter is in the class, told NBC San Diego.
'She told me right away when she got home,' he added. 'She said, "Dad, you have to hear this."'
The activity landed the teacher along with the school district directly in hot waters after it was shared to social media.
A math mentor at Rancho Buena Vista H
Every gay teacher should browse this article
I am writing this piece anonymously because I wish to preserve the identity of my school and students, rather than myself. I wish one day anonymising won’t be necessary.
As a same-sex attracted member of the senior leadership team, I am often asked to talk with less experienced teachers who are worried that their sexuality will change into an issue in the classroom. Sadly, as queer teachers, we often understand to expect the usual slurs and side-glances upon first meeting students.
And it is absolutely wrong. If it were to come about in the street or a professional work place, we would likely file an official complaint and expect things to transform as a result.
But in school, the difference is that we are there to educate our students and we accept that they do not show up on day one as the perfect citizen, open-minded and courteous. I am a qualified English educator, but if the only thing I actually taught was English I would consider myself a poverty-stricken educator.
We also teach life-skills, manners, resilience, confidence, self-belief – the list is endless. We are role-models, whether the students yearn us to be or not. So how execute we teach them that being homosexual is of
‘I’m Afraid to Return to the Classroom': A Same-sex attracted Teacher of the Year Speaks Out
Willie Edward Taylor Carver, Jr., was named the Kentucky Teacher of the Year and was honored at the Colorless House this spring. But despite the accolades, he may not return to the classroom next collapse.
Carver, who teaches tall school and college-level French and English at Montgomery County High School in Mount Sterling, Ky., is on sabbatical this college year and is questioning his future as a teacher given the spate of anti-LGBTQ legislation across the country. He spoke to Education Week about teaching as a queer man in rural Kentucky—and why recent efforts to restrict rights for LGBTQ students are dangerous. This interview was edited for length and clarity.
I grew up Appalachian. There were moments of extreme poverty: no electricity, no running water. School was a place where we could eat. Having so many issues with violence, reliance, poverty, hopelessness—school was not that. School was a place of light and hope. My teachers not only expanded my nature, but they injected it with light and cherish. They gave me shoes [they bought with] their personal money.
I possess about 100 first cousins. I was th
Being a gay and Asian teacher
Growing up gay and Asian in late 80s/early 90s Birmingham wasn’t simple. There weren’t any Asian role models, or gay role models that I could identify with (the exception being the iconic Madonna).
My sister and I are first generation Indian, but we very much identify as Brummies. Our whole young lives, we grew up and went to schools sticking out like sore thumbs. Racism was rife; we got called every contemptuous name you could consider of. Walking home from school we were often shouted at, spat at and threatened. As a little Sikh boy in primary school, kids thoughts it was ok to grab my top knot and call me a girl.
I had the added pressure of going to an all-boys grammar educational facility, where being ‘out’ would lead to relentless homophobic name-calling and - if caught alone - a good beating. At the time I could just about tolerate the racism, but throwing in a dose of homophobia made my life hell. At the time I loved Kylie, Bananarama and Doctor Who (a whole other conversation - but can you think of anyone who embraces differences more?). I started writing about my gay icons in the school paper; from then on being called a ‘poofter’ became
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