What have I even been doing every day? Today makes a week since we were told to stop going to school. I can remember the week ramping up to the announcement; we were anxious, worried, disinfecting our classrooms every morning, … Continue reading
“Process all you heard today and set your intentions from here on out.” –Sara Ahmed I intended to write this post on the plane on the way home, but the internet wasn’t working. I reviewed my notes in my writer’s … Continue reading
Yes! It IS possible to have weekends without school work. We’re several weeks into second semester, and somehow I’ve succeeded in not having to do any school work on the weekends. (Except for reading the books I teach. That I … Continue reading
This post has been percolating for a while now, ever since I left NCTE in Houston. Until now, all I’ve been able to cobble together so far are a few disconnected notes in my writer’s notebook: I need to sit … Continue reading
I walked away from my first year back to AP Lit this year in many feeling a sense of accomplishment. Students seemed engaged. I loved hanging out with them every day. They learned some things. They worked hard. We laughed … Continue reading
One reason I go to NCTE every year is to listen. There are people I try to see every year, just to hear what they are thinking about and working on. Just to hear what they think the rest of … Continue reading
We had a group of teachers from another school visit us yesterday (Z gets all the credit for making that happen, I just show up and talk). They spent the day hanging out in our classes, asking questions, sharing ideas. … Continue reading
Doc Z and I presented yesterday at the Colorado Language Arts Society conference on getting away from grading, and using feedback to teach/encourage reflective practice in our students. We packed a lot into 75 minutes, and the teachers in our … Continue reading
I write this from my dining room table on the Monday of spring break. I can hear my husband typing away in the office. My daughter is working out an Adele song on the piano downstairs. I can hear rain–sorely … Continue reading
I got to the point last Tuesday while watching election returns that I couldn’t focus anymore on what was unfolding on the US maps the news commentators kept describing, so I wrote a few emails, shopped for some new running … Continue reading
