The New York City Board of Education has an archive of all of its records.
Everything that goes into making thousands of schools run for years and years is sitting in boxes in the municipal building.
I love the BOE archive.
First of all, to look through it you have to go to a century old municipal building downtown.
Arched doorways, lots of marble and echo vaulted ceilings.
Really makes a person feel like she's up to something important.
You sit at a table and a librarian rolls your boxes up to you on a cart.
Inside the boxes are all the dramas of a school system.
Big ones, tiny ones, Bureaucratic, personal.
It's all in there.
There's a union contract and then a zoning plan and special reports on teacher credentialing.
A weird personal note from a bureaucrat to his assistant.
A three page single spaced plea from Cindy's grandmother who would please like for her not to be held back in the second grade.
An historian friend once pulled a folder out of the archive and a note fell out, something a teacher clearly made a kid write in the 1950s that read, I am a lazy boy.
Ms.
Fitzgerald says when I go in the Army, I will be expendable.
Expendable means that the country doesn't care whether I get killed or not.
I do not like to be expendable.
I'm going to do my work and improve.
I came to the Board of Ed archive after I attended the gala thrown by the French Embassy, the fundraiser for SIS organized by the new upper class white families.