What does the Teacher require, but to sit still, do your work, and keep your eyes on your own paper? Bring me a student who desires knowledge and I will fill her up. But yea, the students of Babylon do not study. The Snapchat and the Tumblr, they cry out to them. They hear not… Read More Lamentations of the Teacher
As much criticism leveled against public schools nowadays, it might be tempting to think it was better in the past. Back when there was no standardized testing or government interference, back when parents had complete control. Then you read something about that earlier time and you realize it was only the rich who could afford… Read More School Stories From Olden Days: Trust Me, We Got it Better
If I were looking for a new job — I’m not, you know, but if I was — there’s a new skill I can add to my resume: Handwriting Translator. Reason being, throughout the day students approach my desk and show me a yellow slip of paper. They ask in meek tone, one befitting Oliver… Read More Cursive Schmursive: If It’s Legible, Who Cares?
At work last week, one of the Attendance clerks was wearing the prettiest blue top you ever did see. But when I was in the Break room with her, before the school bell rang, she admitted something. The top was brand-new; she bought it at Ross. Brought it home, was cutting the tags off and…… Read More Girl Talk in the Break Room
Warning: This post does not contain the folly typically found therein. Sorry. But non-folly thoughts were in my head and I needed to let them out. Totally understand if you click away. (I’ll judge you, but I’ll understand.) This last week, I came to a startling realization: we White People are a sensitive lot. Make… Read More Why Are White People So Sensitive?
Create a World of Epic Learning! The Battle against ignorance is set to begin! Objective: Educate students and reach retirement without suffering burnout or loss of hope for the next generation Battlefield: Your Public High School Ready to begin? Select a game figure:
The backpack plopped on my desk. I look up and see a student, freshman by the looks of him, with shoulder length brown hair parted in the middle, ringlets of curls around his ears. “My backpack broke,” he tells me, holding it open to demonstrate. “It’s the zipper.” I nod, not quite grasping my role in… Read More Lady, Can You Spare a Backpack?
This is my second week in Niki’s Kindness Challenge, which you can read about HERE. This week I was to be mindful of acts of kindness around me, which made for a fun week, let me tell you. First, let me give you the highlights, as I interpreted them: Monday: A co-worker left a package… Read More Week 2 Reflection — Looking for Kindness
Warning: This article contains grown up words like penis, vagina, and boobs. If that offends you, then you need to read this article to learn why it shouldn’t. Daughter was four, Son was five, and we were living in a small town in Colorado. In a big house we didn’t own, across the street from… Read More My Daughter Was 4 When I Told Her About Sex
