Donate Now In my reading class, I get a lot of freedom. We are reading Ramona Quimby, Age 8 as our first book, and I have two books to help me set up individual assignments and a cumulative type thing. One of the activities is to write get well cards to other people in the…

Donate Now The little twinge you feel when you wake up and, on your way to school, the urge to stop and buy a good cup of coffee is overwhelmed by the realization that my options are: the gas station, McDonalds, or the other gas station. 98% of my mornings at Syracuse went like this:…

I have prepared as thoroughly as I can for the upcoming week. I have lesson plans written for every day, every subject. I have ideas planned for my downtime. I have books planned out that I need to somehow locate, and I have stories printed off. I have fun-FUN-activities planned for if-IF-my students behave. I’m…

No, it’s not a new movie starring Drew Barrymore that no one is going to watch! I think its a pretty appropriate title to my (almost) first week of teaching. I was going to hold off until tomorrow night to write my end-of-the-week post, but I don’t think my mood will change that much between…

Alright, well that’s over with. I am SO happy/relieved/grateful that I made it through my first day without sucking. At least I think I did. To be honest, most of what happened during the 9 hours I was at school was a giant blur, with focused highlights on the following: – 17 horrified faces looking…

Regardless of how much time and effort I put into it, I will not feel ready for tomorrow. I am ready to begin. I put on my tennis shoes, and I’m ready to start. I might not hit the ground running (I could easily fall and hit the ground hard!) but if I can lie…

Thanks to several conversations with various friends, I’ve come to realize why I’ve become so purpose-driven and yet so …not peaceful, but at peace… in my (almost) month here in the Delta. One of my most consistent traits has always been my smile and my ability to turn anything into a positive, and this has…

This weekend, two of my roommates and I set out to appreciate our last few days of life before it actually sets in that we are teachers and will be for the next two years. From LVAR to Clarksdale was less than a two hour drive, but it gave me time in which to realize…