Give Yourself Away
We stand at the forefront of a new school year, one that promises to be unlike any other. As teachers, we often feel we have too many hats to wear, and each year there are more hats.
One Teacher\’s Journey
Frustrated by the results of my work, I talked to my mentor. He assured me I was a good teacher, and graciously neglected to add “for a first-year teacher.”
The Things That Survive
The few times I drove past the bank in recent years, I was struck with a feeling of vague sadness. A once impressive building had become nothing more than a sad relic of a different era.
A Con in a Can
When I was a kid, the idea of a ham in a can (from an exotic, far away land like Denmark no less) was fascinating. The fact that my parents never bought one only added to its allure.
Something More Important Than Sleep
With the sound of ocean waves playing in the background, Henry and I fell asleep. Two hours later, I awoke to find I been pushed to the very edge of the bed.
We Stay!
Monday will be my 23rd first day of school as a teacher, but I remember well the nervousness I felt and questions I had on my very first Monday. I also remember the few teachers who really helped me and those who acted bothered.
The Challenge of Not Being Foolish
For someone who always likes to put his best foot forward the prospect of coming right out and admitting that you’ve been living like a fool is daunting, but I knew I’d need to be completely transparent with my doctor.
20 Years of Self Delusion
About a week ago I found myself having to admit that I’d been acting irrationally for many years. I was diagnosed 20 years ago as a Type 2 diabetic, and the fact that I got the disease was completely my fault.
Why I Still Teach
I became the go-to person to explain what was taught in the college classes that day. I often had students tell me that I had a knack for explaining things in a way that anyone could understand. After hearing this kind of comment over and over another crazy idea began to form in my mind. I could be a teacher.
Doing What You Can Do
I remember times my father\'s employer had not works, so he would spend the day collecting bottles he could return for the deposit. One day I heard him say that his efforts had made him at little over $2.