Pajama Day 2019 - the only year I participated It's been two weeks since I last posted on this site, and in that time, our lives have changed irreparably. Certainly, when I chose this photograph to use as my next blog entry, I had no idea how ironic it would be. Pajamas, after all, are … Continue reading #33 – Pajama Day and the Coronavirus
My car was often - too often - the last one standing in the parking lot at the end of the day.
. . . tell me when you use the last tissue. Or when you notice the tissue box is empty - even if you don't need a tissue yet or may never need one all year. . . . stop using your sleeve. . . . or snorting the stuff back into your nostrils. The sights and sounds are making me just a little bit sick.
Games project, 2019. There is nothing quite like the magic that happens in a middle-school language arts classroom when the word "project" finds its way out of a teacher's mouth. Whatever learning has been taking place, or not, can finally be used - or not - in creating some creative representation of that particular unit … Continue reading #30 – Project Time
I'm wearing pink today - I can't help it. More than 20 years of Valentine's Day in schools is pretty ingrained in me. I've done all sorts of activities in the classroom over the years - the best being the start of a sonnet-writing unit many years ago - until the curriculum was so overloaded … Continue reading #29 – V Day
Every year, with the first spring sports flier I spotted, my heart began to flutter. Joy! No, I didn’t particularly care about the sports themselves starting up, per se, although baseball is the only team sport I really enjoy. The happiness came from the fact that somewhere in the not too far future, it would … Continue reading #28 – Almost Spring
This is an area that caused me all sorts of sadness through my years of teaching. For no matter how much I and my fellow educators tried to instill in our students the good vibes of giving in order to care for others - whether through donations of money, items, or time - the collections we held every couple of months always seemed less important, and emptier, than they should have been.