Category Archives: teacher

most unusual day.

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today is the first day back at school

i imagine the kinder calmly gliding into nature with me

all possibilities are on the table

 could be more like the picture below

most likely will fall somewhere in between. 

“today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.”

-william arthur ward

 

photo credits: vintage pinterest, gamma-keystone london

 

goodnight, good sir.

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RIP to *Sir Ken Robinson, an eloquent and indefatigable defender of the role of the arts and creativity in education. His TED talks made him world-famous—his presentation called “Do schools kill creativity?” remains the most popular TED talk of all time, and he wrote widely, including major books on creativity in 2001 and 2015. Robinson was knighted in 2003 for his distinguished career in service to the arts.  He was a staunch critic of standardized tests and compliance-based classrooms, and an unapologetic champion of every kind of creative endeavor—from theater, to music, film, painting, dance, and everything in between. He died peacefully yesterday at the age of 70, after a brief battle with cancer, surrounded by his family. His voice will be greatly missed. – Edutopia

“the answer is not to standardize education,

but to personalize and customize it to the needs of each child and community.

there is no alternative. there never was.”

-Sir Ken Robinson, (one of my heroes in the field of education)

 

 

*Sir Ken Robinson was an author, speaker and international advisor on education in the arts to government, non-profits, education and arts bodies.

 

credits: edutopia, pbs.org

today is…

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(not my actual class, but what they might look like

if they weren’t preschool students

if it was back in the day

and

if they were leaving an actual school building)

 

HAPPY LAST DAY TO ONE AND ALL, LOVE YOUR TEACHER – WE MADE IT, AND I SALUTE YOU!

“today is the first and last day of forever.”

-stephenie meyer

 

 

 

image credit: ann arbor district library archives

 

thirty minutes.

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each of our faculty members

were allowed to go into their room alone for 30 minutes

during that time we could take

whatever we imagined we might need

to teach school — for the rest of the year.

walking into my building, it was silent

 i saw the ‘welcome back to the sun’ and ‘happy spring’ artwork

my class had created for the hall

expecting to be back soon after our spring break

walking into my classroom

it was sad

left as it was back in mid-march

memories, things undone, things i wish i could still do with my class

cards, and art, and notes, and pictures, and colors, and books

30 minutes to decide what to take

 i filled my bags with toys and books and art and puppets

 anything i thought might make my kinder feel a sense of comfort

as i teach them from afar and show them familiar things

 it was hard to close the door on the year

 knowing i will stay connected to each of them

but also knowing

something will be lost

in not spending my school days

sharing a room with them.

“time flies over us, 

but leaves its shadow behind. “

-nathaniel hawthorne

the teacher is the learner.

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what an honor and a pleasure

it was

to have spent two days 

with intelligent caring educators from many places 

coming together 

to

share, discuss, question, wonder, listen,

learn from each other

about leading

 respectful, compassionate, joyful, creative, curious, playful, democratic classrooms

for young children

where they begin

to discover and grow a love of learning

about the world near and far

every experience

preparing them for what is beyond

this comforting place

they call school.

 

“the limit of your present understanding

is not the limit of your possibilities.”

-guy finley

never worry about numbers. help one person at a time, and always start with the person nearest you. ~mother teresa




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i went for a visit

 on a day off from teaching

to teach

in my youngest daughter’s class

where she is a first year teacher

and

on my way

i was overwhelmed

when

i thought about

her class

so young

and

so many of them

who

live

amid

poverty

and

violence

and

hunger

and

chaos

and

i wanted to

stop

and

buy them

everything

for many

have nothing

but

when i got there

we shared

a meeting

a holiday lesson

paint and glitter

stickers

 books

and

hugs

and

as i

sat on the floor

with them

and read stories

and told them

about the holiday

and sang songs

and played games

and helped them

one on one

and watched

the stronger ones

help the others

who were struggling

it was clear

that no matter

their circumstances

first and foremost

they were still children

who needed attention

and love

and support

and

with kind hearts

who happen to be

in

tough situations

through no fault

of their own

and

some will sink

and

some will swim

and

rise above

and

my daughter

is someone

who is helping to

make that difference

for them

just by caring

and trying

and

giving her all

and then some

even in this

very challenging  environment

and one said,

‘i never had a rainbow sticker before. i really love it so much.’

and

it was so small

but meant a lot to him

and they sat near me and braided my hair

and felt it

because it was different

and asked me questions

about their teacher

my daughter

‘does she have any sisters?’

‘you her mama?’

‘can you bring in your grandkids?’

and i realized

what a hero

my daughter is

each and every day

and

i was

overwhelmed

all over again

and

i could not

be prouder.

—-

ON HEROES WITHOUT CAPES

“when I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. they were spectacular and got a lot of attention.but as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help a child is a hero to me.”

– mr. rogers

the trail of tears.

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it was

a wonderful morning

filled with skating

and sliding

and parents

and teachers

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and tumbles

and laughter

and happy screams

were heard

and

most of all

kids

just having fun

and sharing the day

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and

after the mad fun

it was

 time to warm up

and enjoy treats

and then

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some of the little ones

began to realize

 that parents

had to

head back to work

or home

and a bit of worry

set in

and

as we said goodbye

and hiked back

towards school

the tears flowed

and the wails were heard

and some

were

walking

and weeping

and clinging

as if

parting forever

and it was

dramatic

and

so full of love.

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ever has it been that love knows not its own depth

until the hour of separation.

– khalil gibran

image credits: jkurtz