Learning, Writing, Teaching, and Laughing
With everything going on, a lot of things pass by without the recognition or time they deserve. It's not bad. It just is. But I don't want this to pass by without recognition. I want the world to know that it lost someone really special, and I want to tell you about her.
Instead of starting 2020 by discussing The Mess, let’s discuss some of the things and people The Mess has reminded me to be grateful for. Yes, that’s a much better idea. Let’s find gratitude in The Mess.
Last week I discussed the importance of having rubrics for your class. Now, I'm going to give you some tips on the nitty gritty of actually creating clear and fair rubrics.
Rubrics can be extremely useful in teaching, and this is part one in discussing how to create clear and fair rubrics.
As I said last week, I’m doing a series of posts that I hope will help new teachers and that will show students some of the tricks of the trade so that they can maybe figure out how to work with teachers and do well in “the system.” This week’s post discusses how to craft major assignments (as if you couldn’t tell by the title).
Here are some teaching tips to help you tackle the new school year.
With the coming of spring comes the final push at the end of the academic semester. So, I figured that it would be a good time to reveal a few more teacher secrets.
I started to write down all of the “secrets” to being a teacher and found that there were just too many to put in one post, so this will become a series. I am spilling the academic tea here.
So . . . I’ve been gone for a hot minute. Admittedly, with some life changes, I got overwhelmed and stopped blogging, despite my love for the WordPress community. But, I’m back, and I’m excited to start blogging again and interacting with other bloggers.
Grief is a strange creature. It rears its head when you least expect it, and it hangs around in ways that you could never have imagined. Its appearances can be logical, but they don’t always have to be. Sometimes grief only pokes its head out to greet you, and then other times it feels like its lying on your chest trying to smother you.
At the Foot of the Sierras 