Yesterday, I saved them all. How? From what? Well, let’s start at the beginning. It was the end of the day on the top floor; AC had not been turned on yet. While across the street sat the fancy mansion, we stunk in our dripping classroom. Open all the windows, I commanded. All six flew … More Superhero
Period one: Close eyes to meditate with a circle of eleven eighth graders, hear a giggle, slide eyes open and supervise with stern looks. Try to meditate with eyes open. Period two: Lose track of time, get up to pick up snack; bell rings two steps away from classroom door. Rush to get snack anyway, … More Friday’s Schedule
Phone Conversation with Older Female Relative: Her: I told Bill you moved to a private school. Me: Oh yeah? Her: Yeah, he said you probably took a pay cut, even though you may have less stress. Me: Yeah just $2000 of my gross salary; he must not be as stressed as I was or burnt … More female, male, or experience
Teacher: Class I have found an area where we can be more successful. Students (continue low chatter aka no one cares) Teachers: Ladies and gentlemen, listen up. Today is about one word…revision. [Students stare back blankly; one considers asking to go to the bathroom.] Teacher: That’s right! I said it! Revision! Listen to this. Revision … More Re:Vision
Move, move, move! I know sounds like common sense and even dumb as teachers spend most of their day on their feet, but usually we end up standing or moving in the same ways over and over again. Thus tensing the same muscles, never releasing them fully. So, when you have thirty seconds in between … More 10 Ways to Keep Your Marbles as an English Teacher.
My first year in Cambridge, I was all about technology. I wanted to learn everything, be cutting edge, ahead of the curve. I even thought maybe I’d become a Technology Integration Teacher at the end of those two years. It started fast: one day a large SMART board arrived in my classroom and two days … More Subject: URGENT Sit in the Sunlight!!!
It’s 4:15PM and I’m desperately attempting to exit the city to make a Zumba class at 5:30. I am parched beyond parched, but still avoiding drinking too much water thanks to the row of cars in front of me and my tiny bladder. I ask my car to call a couple of friends who don’t … More The Hand that Feeds