teaching

  • What should we call February?

    I once had a second-grade student wise beyond his years tell me that Tuesday was the “armpit of the week”. I chuckle even as I write this. Perhaps that’s what February is…the armpit of the year. Hear me out. Once we come down from the climax of the holidays, January can sometimes bring the excitement…

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  • Being present

    “Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift; that’s why it’s called the present.” Funny how almost two decades ago that quote was my mantra. Probably because it was so philosophical. Ha! Yeah right! It was actually because I loved the play on words. (Insert geek face here.) My cousin and I…

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  • Dear Parents, It’s the end of a very long week for me. I not only taught your child, along with 25 other students, but I also stayed after and shared with you all the amazing things your child is doing in my class. I skipped potty breaks, dinner, and even forgot to worry about the…

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  • Something is changing…

    …in me. I’m not quite sure how to describe it. I’m in a weird season…oh wait. You know what it is? I think I’m starting to actually feel like an adult now. I know,  I know, it’s weird. I’m kind of a whirlwind of a person. I’m extremely carefree and spontaneous driving all the type…

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  • Where is your Sense of Adventure?

    Well… It’s that time of year again–school. I’m always so nervous on the first day of school no matter that’s it my seventh first day of school. I guess I’m nervous because it’s new. New students. New year. New clothes. New shoes. New supplies. I decided to move classrooms this year; on purpose. It was…

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  • Trauma Kids

    Okay guys. My heart is heavy tonight. It could be exhaustion from teaching, working out, doing the dishes, working out some more, cooking dinner, allowing my son to drive me to pick up a prescription, giving my daughter a bath, reading with her, showering, and then reading a book for school. Or I’m PMS’ing. Ugh……

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