A boss I really liked posed a question similar to this to me one day… What if… we stopped teaching specific content for one week, one quarter, one year, and instead focused on the kids where they are at each moment. Zero in on their learning edge and provide space, time, and resources for them…
Here’s a thought for a Friday.* How many reminder or warning bells are in your daily life? And, how many MORE reminders or warning bells are in your life than were, say, 10 years ago? Here is typical morning in my world, with warning bells and reminders marked with a star. At 5:30 my clock…
I just loves me some stacks of books. It’s one of the surest signs that I am, indeed, an English teacher at heart. I got to work at the butt-crack of dawn this morning, and was greeted with these lovely stacks. Clockwise… The books I’m using as mentor texts at my presentation tomorrow morning. …
One of my caped friends sent this blog to me. It is enough to simply repost here… Reposted from http://heygirlteacher.tumblr.com/
It is no secret, I am a public radio nerd. I listen to my local NPR station to and from work most days, and on road trips. I learn something new on a weekly basis–probably more, but I try not to exaggerate other than for means of literary hyperbole. I often leave myself short voice…
There is a man that goes to my neighborhood coffee shop. He is quite elderly. He is either bilingual or has a difficult time speaking. I think it might be both–a mix of a stroke and stilted English. He is there nearly every weekday morning that I am. Lately, he has been at the counter…
It turns out I have a super power I didn’t know about. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew I was good at it, but I think I’ve crossed into the boundaries of “super” lately. I have managed to procrastinate to a level that amazes even me. This, my caped wonders, is why you have…
Yes, teachers get vacations. Two weeks here, two weeks there. Oh, and the “summer off” as everyone points out. I’m not going to get all preachy about this “time off.” At least not today. I’ll link a couple of articles here and here if you feel like getting your dander up or your panties in a bunch about…
I loves me my sisty-ugler. I don’t tell her that because somewhere along the line I decided it was a good idea to keep it to myself, but I loves her. I do. We were our first best friends for those early years, and that can’t be matched by anyone else in the world. Here…
My noodle-heads love to fold paper. Give them a reason to fold it (airplanes, those diamond-shaped things they call footballs, turning dollar bills into rings)–they’ll sit for hours and fold, fold, fold. They’ll scavenge for paper, steal it even, to keep folding paper long after they’ve been told not to. Why do they have to…
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