As a teacher, especially an English teacher, I am often faced with the sounds of moans and groans whenever we read… especially if the reading is for homework or in any way on their own. It’s a thing that has been particularly bothersome to me.
And now they (the mysterious they) have made me a Reading teacher as well. But instead of teaching kids how to love reading, I feel like I’m just testing them and making reading even more unpleasant for them than it already was.
It made me think… like really dig down deep and think, how do we get students to like reading?
Continue reading What kind of Reader are you?
Welcome to my favorite time of the year! I’m not quite sure why this holiday is my favorite. I looked back at a few of my previous Lughnasadh posts and it seems that it has a lot to do with what it represents: Lugh the Long-Armed.
And while I do appreciate his story, I don’t know if that’s why I like this time of year so much.
Continue reading Merry Lughnasadh: Face the Sun
This week, if we were chitchatting over warm caffeinated beverages, I’d tell you that I think I’m about to have the best school year of my teaching life!
Yes, it’s true that this school year has begun even more dramatically than last year. The school is requiring us to do double the paperwork of last year. Perhaps even triple! Enough so that it’s been difficult to even grade papers for all the beginning of year (BOY) assignments. Progress report grades are due on Monday, I’m only halfway done with them, and I’m not worried.
Note, I didn’t even say “yet.”
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: I’m Not Worried
I’ve mentioned a couple times now that most people don’t really understand what it means to be a teacher. They think our day gets done by 4 and we get paid vacations. According to most people, we don’t earn what pay we get, and should not be paid for our summers (which we actually aren’t, but I’ll explain in more detail later).
- A friend recently told me how much I “suck” because my day “ends before 4”. Sure. The paid portion of my day ends before 4 pm. 3:35, to be exact. But that doesn’t include the weekends I spend decorating my room so that my students feel safe, welcomed, and encouraged in my classroom. Or the hours spent grading papers in IHOP (well, a coffee shop of some sort where they stay open late and won’t kick me out while I work) into the wee hours of the morning. I’ve seen the sun rise from inside an IHOP more times than most of the clubhoppers I know. Or the hours spent scouring the internet for a relevant and interesting expository article that I can use in my lesson plans… I could continue, but then this post would never finish! Continue reading What it means to be a teacher