Holiday season entails multiple well-meaning, sincere people asking me the impossibly broad question “how is school?” This question is ripe with possibility; one word does not suffice nor often does an entire conversation. When asked this question by people I love, I simply want to...

One of the hardest parts about teaching is that so much of it is in your own mind. Even though I’m in a room full of children, the experience often feels independent. I know the questions running through my mind are sometimes miles away from...

Every day of my residency year, my mentor teacher and I split students into three groups, one with my mentor, one with me, and one working on a computer program. A few months into my first year of teaching, my principal told me I needed...

     An alarm rings at 6:30 am. My mind begins to come up with excuses to get out of this obligation. I take a deep breathe and exhale. Getting out of bed this early on a Saturday is the last thing I want to...