An Open Letter to Grade School Educators
So teachers, don’t expect that your kids will tell you in fifteen years how you teaching them to carry the one deeply affected their lives.
So teachers, don’t expect that your kids will tell you in fifteen years how you teaching them to carry the one deeply affected their lives.
It wasn’t so much that I was worried about my own ability to navigate the hazards of the trail, but that I did not trust anyone else—and generally for good reason.
How can a person as unorganized and untidy as I am simultaneously be so anal retentive about how to arrange books?
I couldn’t fully articulate this at the time, but I saw a new puppy as a means of gaining control of my life. So much was changing, and I felt like I was being left behind.
Bridges I have aplenty. What I crave is intersections. Intersections—those moments of synchrony, of serendipity, of crazy coincidence.
But more often than not, I’m surprised at the curiosity and ability of my students. Yesterday marked one of those moments.
The truth of the matter is that homes are much less beautiful without bookshelves packed full of books. They decorate the nooks and crannies of homes with artful spines and interesting thoughts.
This year is a different story. Now I’m the teacher. While I got through my first year of teaching, every time I get asked the question, “How did your first year go?” I answer, “Really hard.”
Once you have reached the Hospital, you may proceed to Have your Child. If you have maintained Sufficient Control, your Labor and Delivery will be short and full of Screaming.
We’ve literally never heard of the 1964 movie Scotch Tape because we were not, in fact, alive in 1964. So no, we don’t know who starred in it.