Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    From $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    From Poverty to Principal: A Guide to Promote Equity and Student Advocacy
    From Poverty to Principal: A Guide to Promote Equity and Student Advocacy
    From Poverty to Principal: A Guide to Promote Equity and Student Advocacy
    Ebook150 pages1 hour

    From Poverty to Principal: A Guide to Promote Equity and Student Advocacy

    By Annetha Jones

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    From Poverty to Principal takes you on a journey from Annetha Jones’s childhood to adulthood. She shares her strengths, vulnerabilities, and how life events propelled her to promote educational advocacy for Black and Brown students. Through her experiences and deliberate efforts, she transparently imparts her personal and professional strategies to assist students of color to avoid common pitfalls as they navigate the educational system. A former educator and principal, Jones gained extensive knowledge of the system’s inner workings and has been privy to the inequities faced by many students of color.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnnetha Jones
    Release dateJun 4, 2021
    From Poverty to Principal: A Guide to Promote Equity and Student Advocacy
    Author

    Annetha Jones

    Annetha Chambers Jones, Ed.S., is a former middle and high school principal, educator, mentor, inspirational speaker, and author. Her professional accomplishments include being named as 1997 Teacher of the Year, 2010 Outstanding Assistant Principal of the Year and a nomination for 2016 Principal of the Year. She created and implemented two mentoring programs which serviced more than 300 students in her community. Annetha is a member of several professional organizations, as well as an active member in her sorority Delta Sigma Theta, where she donates her time to support others. A fun fact is that she competed in the Mrs. Florida pageant in 2001 and was selected as a top twelve finalist. She is proudly an HBCU graduate of “the” Florida AM University. In addition, she obtained both a Master’s and a Specialist degree from Nova Southeastern University. Although Annetha retired in 2019, she remains certified in Educational Leadership, School Principalship and Business Education.Annetha’s mantra is to live a faith-filled life, while inspiring others through the passion of her voice. One of her main goals is to promote educational equality while providing encouragement and mentorship for young leaders of color to overcome obstacles and barriers that are too often placed before us. She is married and blessed with two wonderful children.Annetha provides inspirational messages to various groups.

    Related to From Poverty to Principal

    Related ebooks

    Teaching Methods & Materials For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • UNLIMITED

      John Marsden Teaches Courage

      Aug 1, 2018

      John Marsden Teaches Courage
      19 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Teachers Are Not OK

      Mar 28, 2022

      The Teachers Are Not OK
      9 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Rethinking Kids’ Grades

      Aug 11, 2022

      Rethinking Kids’ Grades
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Teacher Appreciation: Our Role In Encouraging Excellence

      May 24, 2021

      Great teachers are passionate about their subjects and make a lasting impact on their students. Appreciating teachers can inspire that greatness.

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      In A Class Of THEIR OWN

      Mar 19, 2023

      A great chat with the queen of talk back We can all, no matter our age, remember the name of our favourite teacher. The one who made us feel special. The one who opened a world of possibility to us. The one who taught us far more than the lessons the

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A Fix To Count On

      Apr 24, 2022

      In his article on the decline in primary student performance (Upfront, April 16), Keith Williamson’s focus is maths. But the same is true for literacy and many other subjects. One of the causes he identifies is the takeover, about 20 years ago, of te

      9 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Inspiring Others

      Jan 5, 2022

      Inspiring Others
      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Class of 2021

      Aug 3, 2021

      The Class of 2021
      18 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Lifelong Learners

      Sep 26, 2023

      Lifelong Learners
      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      FACING Lifes Challenges

      Dec 1, 2024

      FACING Lifes Challenges
      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Wish We Knew What To Say.

      Jun 3, 2021

      Wish We Knew What To Say.
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Beauty Of You

      Jan 4, 2021

      Do you know how much you’re loved and how beautiful you are? You’re beautiful of thought, beautiful of heart, beautiful of face, beautiful of body, beautiful of soul – and so are your precious tamariki. Our beautiful selves, and especially our bodies

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Seasoned Teacher Shares Her Insights

      Feb 24, 2024

      SHELLY MATTHEWS, a seasoned educator with a passion for excellence, took on the role of head of college at Reddam House Waterfall in January. With a career dedicated to fostering inclusive learning environments and promoting academic achievement, Mat

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Seasoned Educator Shares Her Insights

      Feb 24, 2024

      SHELLY MATTHEWS, a seasoned educator with a passion for excellence, took on the role of head of college at Reddam House Waterfall in January. With a career dedicated to fostering inclusive learning environments and promoting academic achievement, Mat

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      America’s Classroom Heroes

      Sep 3, 2021

      America’s Classroom Heroes
      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      HW60 # Her World Her Story

      May 26, 2020

      HW60 # Her World Her Story
      13 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      HW60 # Her World Her Story

      May 26, 2020

      HW60 # Her World Her Story
      13 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Social Justice Parenting

      Jun 2, 2022

      Social Justice Parenting
      11 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for From Poverty to Principal

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      From Poverty to Principal - Annetha Jones

      Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.

      James Baldwin

      1

      You Get to Eat for Free,

      but You’ll Have to Pay

      As the start of my ninth-grade school year approached, I was oblivious to what lay ahead—a situation laced with limitations within an educational system responsible for providing me with a quality education and, ultimately, higher learning. Once at school, I learned I had been placed in a class not conducive to expanding my intellect.

      It was the year 1978. I was a young, bright eyed, energetic African American girl, bursting with excitement and apprehension about entering high school. I welcomed the various adventures awaiting me there. As I prepared for my first day of school, selecting the perfect outfit was important. However, my financial resources were limited, and my wardrobe, or lack thereof, was scarce. After several minutes of contemplating, I was finally able to pair a two-piece ensemble together, which placed a faint smile on my face. Although my clothing choices may have been subpar, I took a great deal of pride in my appearance. Education was not at the forefront of discussions in my home, but oddly enough, I relished school and the extracurricular activities associated with it. Actually, I preferred being at school and enjoyed learning. As a result, I was seldom absent.

      Although not always equitable, educational establishments were not a variable in my life, they were a constant. Thankfully, I was gifted with a thirst to learn and blessed with a protective aura from God.

      The first day of school had finally arrived, and I was ecstatic. As I entered school, my gait was rapid and quite synchronized. However, my nerves consumed me, my stomach was in a knot, and my heart palpitated quickly, yet I refused to allow my apprehension to dampen the excitement of this newfound opportunity to learn and grow. While I was not an honor student, it was extremely important for me to prioritize my schoolwork and maintain satisfactory grades, as well as show respect for authority figures.

      Immediately upon arriving at school, I sought out my friends. Once together, we discussed schedules, teachers, and lunch time, while barely containing our overzealous freshman enthusiasm. The day was off to a fantastic start. Then, after being in a brief state of naive adolescent utopia, I strolled into my math class where I found a sea of Black and Brown faces. When we congregated together, we felt an extra layer of peace and security in our southern town in Florida where it was not uncommon for people of color to experience blatant racism. In the past, I was usually placed in classes not nearly as diverse as I would have liked, with the dominant race being that of Caucasian students. Our school demographics was predominantly Caucasian with a relatively small number of students of color, which made this exceptionally monochromatic class highly unusual. Consequently, I ascertained, with all of us students of color in this one class, meant that something was amiss.

      I glanced around the classroom trying to locate an unoccupied seat. The tardy bell had not sounded; however, the teacher, Mr. Smith, had positioned himself in front of the classroom. Mr. Smith appeared a bit apprehensive while anxiously waiting for the bell to sound. The majority of students were meandering around the room, cheerfully talking.

      I ignored the rambunctious activities and continued searching for an empty seat near the front. Once I located a desk I would be claiming for the next forty-five minutes, I glided into the chair. Intense thoughts raced through my mind about the curriculum of this mathematics course.

      Most of the students were talking amongst themselves about their complete and utter excitement as it related to being placed in the class with familiar faces and childhood friends. Their focus was on socializing rather than questioning the unusual makeup of our class. On the other hand, I remained perplexed on why this class was listed on my schedule. I arrived at the conclusion there had been a mistake, assuring myself, the teacher would correct it.

      Finally, the bell sounded. Our teacher, Mr. Smith, was quite young, perhaps in his early twenties, and this was undoubtedly his first teaching assignment based on his body language. After Mr. Smith quieted the students, he introduced himself and began by reviewing the course syllabus and addressed routine questions intermittently. When he finished reviewing the syllabus, it was apparent the cognitive expectations were low. Several of the course requirements he outlined were similar to those I had completed during elementary school. I surmised that the class was a below-average mathematics course. Utterly clear to me was, I did not belong there, nor did many of the other students, and I planned to be removed.

      When the class period ended, I meandered to the teacher’s desk and inquired about why I had been placed in what appeared to be a class beneath my level. To my astonishment and dismay, the teacher stated I was there because I was a recipient of free or reduced lunch.

      I did not know the academic placement process, nor the state laws governing school policies; however, I certainly knew it was unacceptable. My most immediate thought was, I’ve been placed in this low-level phase one mathematics class because my mother can’t afford to pay for my lunch. I was not placed in the class because I needed extra support in math nor because my academic records had been thoroughly reviewed and the consensus was that this class would be the best fit for me. I was not in the class because it would help challenge me to reach my fullest potential. I was placed in this class simply because my mother was poor.

      Mr. Smith insisted I would not be permitted to change my schedule because the class was designed specifically for students who were on the free or reduced lunch program. In retrospect, I venture to say, perhaps this inexperienced teacher was not supposed to share that confidential information with me. Because I continued to press him on the issue, he kindly instructed me to speak with the administration or guidance counselors about being removed.

      I swiftly located a person of authority who could transfer me into the proper class. I was embarking upon the uncharted territory of being an advocate for myself. I had never utilized my voice to this extent at school before, but I recognized the necessity and there was no other recourse. I was determined to resolve this issue.

      To my dismay, I was informed by the administrator that I would not be transferred from the class. I absolutely declined to accept that response so immediately after school, I hurried home and informed my mother of the experience I’d had at school. I then pleaded with her to have me removed from the course. Although I was adamant she would assist me with this predicament, she was not usually involved in my education. She relied on me to ensure everything was in order at school. Fortunately, I was able to perform and maintain my grades at an acceptable level with minimal parental support.

      Over the years, I thought intensely about my mother’s lack of involvement in my education. I arrived at the conclusion it stemmed from her leaving high school before finishing, although many years later, she enrolled in night school and completed the process. Not attaining a higher level of education is one of the reasons why my mother’s income was insufficient to support our small family. I was the only child born between my mother and my father’s untraditional union. My parents never married, nor did they stay in contact with each other, therefore, I did not establish a relationship with my father until I was an adult.

      During my middle school years, my cousin Luke moved from Georgia to live with us because he, too, faced instability and poverty issues. Although I was happy to have Luke come live with us, I knew it would be even more financially difficult as we barely had the essentials for our day-to-day living. As a matter of fact, during this time period in my life, my mother only earned minimum wage which was about $2.30 per hour. Even so, my mother was surprised her income was a factor in me being placed in a substantially low-level math class.

      I told my mother the steps I had already taken to advocate for myself. Because I was adamant about being removed from the class, she proceeded to the school the next day. Once there, she insisted that my schedule be changed instantly.

      During the late 70s, classes were established by intellectual phases. Phase one was the lowest phase and phase four was the highest. Although I

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1