Strap in and prepare yourselves for another clichéd, self-indulgent, and shirtless year-end post
Strap in and prepare yourselves for another clichéd, self-indulgent, and shirtless year-end post
You will be hard-pressed to identify a teacher you loved…and knew nothing about.
"I realized I wasn't the teacher I wanted to be, but rather, I was the abhorrent teacher I vowed never to be."
In education, there are a few frustrating weeks between Thanksgiving Break and Winter Break where teachers and students alike can begin to feel weary of their classes. I call these make-or-break weeks, “burnout season.”
This week, I am going to heed Kanye's advice and take a few moments to thank the people in my life that I admire greatly, though I've never said so.
No, this post is not an existential exploration about the seemingly futile actions of what basically amounts to billions of micro blips in the infinitely vast and expanding universe. This post is all about identifying and clarifying the validity and purpose of what we do in our classrooms and our schools.
Well, now I've gone and done it. I've become my worst nightmare. I'm a blogger. Try not to judge me too much.