Who Says Our Students Don’t Listen?
It is the fourth quarter and the eighth-grade students are at that saucy stage. Those critical thinking synapses have connected, […]
It is the fourth quarter and the eighth-grade students are at that saucy stage. Those critical thinking synapses have connected, […]
You know that person. The one that makes you repeat yourself. Several times. Then they get what you were trying
And, so you have yet another reason why I love our small town in the far, far north. Our elixir for fear is a cup of coffee sweetened with some healthy banter.
I hope it had a friend that saw and they flew to the nest laughing about how it looked and what they were thinking. At least that is what happens to me when I get knocked on my keister.