Donate Now I forgot how fun it is to plan. I’m not even joking, I wish I could set aside housing for a while and dig into my LTP. My quest to become a phenomenal literacy teacher is slowwwwwwllyyyyyyyyyy taking shape as I work on my reading/writing LTP, but it is SLOW going in that…

Donate Now Take a deep breath- a deep, humid breath and it’ll begin to make sense. Once you breathe it in, it won’t leave. Go to a city and breathe in the smog. Hear them talk about fast-paced lives and high-paying jobs and double-whip non-fat extra-cocoa punch-card-bonus lattes and after all that, exhale and you’ll…

It’s been difficult, honestly, to try and look back and critically engage with what just happened over the course of the past year. My first year of teaching – hell, anyone’s first year of teaching – , is such a personal experience, made up of such complex, unforgettable though you wish so many parts could…

That being said, i’ll write some significantly less serious, less emotional, entry about my last 3 weeks at a time when i can breath. I’m REALLY busy. (I know, I know, school is over). I promise, light-hearted romp through my teaching to come!

“Hey, you survived!”, they said, two days after I finished. “At least you’re done.” (I see science experiments in dog toys. I hear stories from my children when I pass through every intersection of my town on every inch of my skin i sense that i’m not done.) How can I be done? If you…