yes, we're still teaching in masks . . . My grandma taught first grade for over thirty years, most of it in Antioch, California at a very low-income school. Cringing, I can remember using her as “senior experience” in high... Continue Reading →
The one where I realize I am a bit of an asshole. In which I arrange for an "end of the year" staff photo, and arrive late. https://open.spotify.com/episode/7zmfKHWI1eZEs1t8UKpqL2?si=e56412885d464dd4 You might know the thread on Reddit (a popular online forum for... Continue Reading →
I did not wake up today thinking this would be the day I’d have to teach my fourth graders what sperm kinda is, alas, that was today.
finally got to change this!!!!! Day Two https://open.spotify.com/episode/3ZXc7Ofu3ZNZY5OBJe42tX?si=514f7dac18e54d3a I went into my classroom this week to regroup and set up for a return to face-to-face learning for the first time since January 13th. It made me sad to clear away... Continue Reading →
i feel like im in an experiment to discover how much snot the human body can produce. or how much tea the human body can consume in one day. the sweet nectar of dayquil and nyquil are taking me back... Continue Reading →
Ah, that sweet 'end of the school year' exhaustion point we have hit as teachers, where I honestly can't remember what day it actually is, only how many days until I'm on summer break. Where at any point after 2pm you... Continue Reading →
Highlights of the week: Today I asked cute munchkin Julia to count from 1-10 for me. She paused and then said "MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursday." Also, I was helping a student who, God bless his heart, has been exposed to four languages and has a host of... Continue Reading →
If I were to change careers (something I think all teachers consider every Monday morning), at the top of the list would be "Karaoke DJ." Beekeeper, baby goat cuddler, and sloth handler are also on the list. But karaoke is something... Continue Reading →
Happy anniversary to me! 500 days ago today, I looked at my phone calendar, and it said "move to Rio and rule the world." So after very little sleep, my mom and sisters drove me to the airport in the... Continue Reading →
What do you call an old snowman? Water. Why did Santa's little helper feel sad? He had low elf esteem. I've got a thing on the side. Yeah. That's right. A... Continue Reading →
I've had a hashtag blessed hashtag challenging pound sign exhausting few weeks of teaching. As it always is, right? The next few weeks are going to be crazy. Even though Brazil doesn't celebrate Halloween or Thanksgiving, I still feel it... Continue Reading →