Nine years ago, I wandered the aisles of Staples filled with glee and uncertainty for my first year of teaching. I purchased three items: a purple stapler, a pencil holder with a name tag slot on the front and a pack of multicolor Pilot pens for grading. That Friday in my empty classroom, I envisioned … More Educator. Eroded.
Yesterday a colleague questioned my informal style of communicating with the parents of my students. (I address parents with their first names in emails and sign off with my first name.) My colleague, however, reminded me that when we go to see other professionals like Doctors, we use Dr. Last Name to address them. Why … More What’s in a Name Anyway?
I began eating independently at a very young age, I’m told. Even though half the food ended up on the floor, I still insisted, by screaming, to eat on my own. I smile every time my mom shares the story of me eating rice and daal for the first time. (Click here for an awesome … More Rebel Yell