That holiday break we recently finished was not a vacation. It was only a breath, a moment of pause in a pandemic. Sure, many of us rested but how many educators feel refreshed and ready to return?
This piece is not about toxic positivity. No one has the patience for phrases like, “You got this!” or “We are all in this together!” Instead, my message is this: the way home is through Baghdad. The next months might be the most frustrating and demanding of the 2020–2021 school year.
I do not intend to insult any military veteran’s experience. Still, I…
I debated whether to encourage my sophomore Global History students to watch President Trump’s address on Tuesday, January 8, 2019. Since 2016, it has been difficult to navigate how to incorporate civics and current events into my social studies classroom. I desire student awareness, but I am concerned that any discussion of his speech, or his presidency in general, might lead to parental concerns of misperceived bias on my part. Furthermore, I don’t know if I can be as objective as I once was. There are universal truths concerning human rights (which is a topic in the mandated curriculum that…
A fight breaks out near the gym entrance at the large, suburban high school where I teach. I see members of the Step Team that I advise walking from that direction and my heart sinks. I send up a quiet prayer. Please, don’t let one of my kids be involved.
The upperclassmen on the team show somber expressions, but a few freshmen are excited by the incident. Many students have their phones out–chattering like hyenas–capturing the moment live.
As practice begins, I call the team together. I instruct the new and former members that the student involved in the fight…
A reflection for the day after the 2018 mid-term election.
I am a forty-five-year-old college educated rural voter. I am any politician’s (red or blue) demographic goal. My views are representative of many people of my generation, and of my gender. Listen up, politician, if you want my vote do these things:
“Is the faculty meeting in the cafeteria, or the auditorium?” I ask two of my colleagues, who both give me smiles filled with bemusement.
“We don’t have an auditorium,” comes the reply followed by a resentful chuckle.
How could I forget that the auditorium is no longer operational and that an entire wing of a large, suburban high school building is boarded up, taped off due to asbestos abatement, and will be under construction for an indefinite amount of time?
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about raising adolescents.
The shit is about to get real.
Raising kids, consistently, is the most exhausting, monotonous activity. By the time children reach an age where they can feed themselves, pick out their clothes, and do their own homework, parents are extremely fatigued.
“Sit like a human.”
“Chew with your mouth closed.”
“Say please and thank you.”
“Be nice to the weird kid.”
“Don’t speak to me with that tone.”
These daily statements have been played on repeat for over ten years.
Just when adolescence begins, mom and dad are close to the edge. The turkey is cooked, almost…
It is a foreign feeling to recognize your lack of importance.
As a child, you are given trophies and compliments.
As an adolescent, you are told of your beauty. The opposite sex demonstrates sincere interest.
In your twenties, you land a job, possibilities boundless.
By the year 30, marriage and kids secure your rite of passage into adulthood.
By the big 40, your reputation is clear.
And then irrelevance appears. It is subtle. Like a beehive it buzzes in the background.
Buzz…you aren’t so special.
Buzz…your job kind of sucks big balls.
Buzz…your house needs repair, your marriage could…
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