Posted in April 2012

Stop Hating, Start Teaching

Stop Hating, Start Teaching

Your social studies teacher loved you. He loved you so much, he willfully ignored your lapses in grammar. He *knew* what you were trying to say, even when you didn’t say it clearly in your papers, so he gave you full credit for half-thought out papers. He overlooked the structural problems in your papers, too. … Continue reading

Spring Break–A New Perspective

Spring Break–A New Perspective

I have worked in education for most of my professional life. I became a teacher in the Fall of 2000, when I was 26 years old, after a few years of non-profit education work. With this in mind, the majority of my life has followed the academic calendar with its breaks, summers, and holidays. I … Continue reading

The Benefits of Re-reading: Poetry

I am a huge fan of rereading. I used to think it was lame. Why waste time reading a book I had already read? There are so many new ones to read! Much like my theory that I can’t travel to the same place twice, I would not read the same book twice. But then … Continue reading

Memory Chain (Writing Exercise)

Memory Chain (Writing Exercise)

This semester I clawed and begged my way into a workshop with an organization called the New York City Writing Project. This organization focuses on how to teach writing to middle/high school students through a teacher-to-teacher dialogue and exploration of practices  and under the strong belief that in order to teach writing you need to … Continue reading

The New York City Writing Project

The New York City Writing Project

One of the reasons I started this blog came from my experiences in attending The New York City Writing Project’s Satellite Institute this spring. One Saturday a month I meet with 20 other teachers and we work on our own writing, we learn new strategies to teach writing to our students, we read about teaching … Continue reading

Complicating the Racist Hunger Games Tweets

Complicating the Racist Hunger Games Tweets

I finally saw The Hunger Games film on Sunday night in a packed movie theater at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. I felt like I was the last person to see the movie, but as I squeezed between a kind man who was a heavy breather and a large woman who was not thrilled that … Continue reading