Twenty-four is a slightly different kind of memory. It isn't about a single child or a pair of friends, or even a trio of friends. Twenty-four is the number of children enrolled in my first period class. Why does that matter? It matters because they taught the class by themselves one morning. I had a... Continue Reading →
When Fourteen called and needed a ride
It was very late at night when my phone rang. Let me back up for a minute...I always give all my students and their families my phone number so they can reach out if they have a question, a concern, or need help. I've gotten calls about needing help filling out paperwork, figuring out how... Continue Reading →
The day Thirteen almost ended my career
While I adore 99.999% of my children, occasionally there is a child who has tested me beyond normal limits. That doesn't mean I don't like them or I can't learn from them but it is often...let's call it a more 'complex' relationship. Thirteen had pushed everyone's buttons all day. And I mean A.L.L. D.A.Y. He... Continue Reading →
