The Things People Remember
This was our time to show what we’d been saying all along. As one student stated, “It doesn’t matter if it’s by blood or bond. We’re family.”
Stories of “events” or aha moments when I think I’m teaching the students, but life is using them to show me something.
This was our time to show what we’d been saying all along. As one student stated, “It doesn’t matter if it’s by blood or bond. We’re family.”
It had been five months since our last day of school. Today we’d find out how the time apart had changed us.
I began a Nanowrimo journey with my seventh grade class. A week in, I can proudly say, it has succeeded far beyond my wildest dreams.
It happens every year. For the students it hits the second week of May. I’m able to hold off the contagion until the third week, and then my brain falls victim of a fatigue that makes no sense at all. People call it, “The End of the Year Tired.”
It is the fourth quarter and the eighth-grade students are at that saucy stage. Those critical thinking synapses have connected,
“We can make a book about ten kids writing books!” Midway through Nanowrimo I thought I’d merge my librarian and
My back hurts! I have a kink in my groin, and my baby finger does not bend like it did
The season for student stories is beginning. By now, they are comfortable with their new personalities and things a child
Every Friday my afternoon involves reading and teaching library skills to Kindergarten, first, and second grade students. Today the same