Semester’s End
After an entire semester during which we battled: you versus me, debating every minute point till we were both left exhausted and empty After what
After an entire semester during which we battled: you versus me, debating every minute point till we were both left exhausted and empty After what
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on
It’s an 80 degree May day, I am sitting in front of twelve students, my advisees. Six eighth grade girls; six eighth grade boys. My
Frazzled and under Pressure, the sharpest teacher Thrives: with enviable brilliance!
It’s Four O’clock here, the day your dream comes to fruition. It’s four o’clock here, I envision you cradling him in your arms, wrapped up
Period one: Close eyes to meditate with a circle of eleven eighth graders, hear a giggle, slide eyes open and supervise with stern looks. Try
Phone Conversation with Older Female Relative: Her: I told Bill you moved to a private school. Me: Oh yeah? Her: Yeah, he said you probably