Letters, Words, Thoughts, Ideas, Stories...

I met Morgan years before she was a name on my roster. I met her, unofficially, in the hallways of the elementary school where I taught beca...

Yesterday the boys woke up at 4:45. They were fussy all morning, feeding off my own nervous energy. We were visiting the elementary s...

Today my class was supposed to be going on a field trip that includes a nature hike and sploshing around in a river, picking up slippery roc...

Each year room 202 has a defining moment. It's the instant the kiddos change from a rag-tag group of individuals who happen to have the ...

St. Matt came to school with me on Friday. It was the kiddos’ last day and emotions were running high as limits were being tested. St. Matt...

1) Hearing my class groan in unison when I pick up the bookmark during read aloud and then beg: “ One more page, please !” 2) The bucakaroo...

Confession: I will meet next year’s crop of kiddos on Thursday morning. I will spend an hour with them and smile and prattle. And I will h...

Field Day: n. A school event comprised of various non-traditional sporting competitions; designed to turn formerly angelic students into de...

Today’s blog isn’t going to be all hyped up with jellybean-inspired hyperness or toilet-tweezers antics. On the whole, it’ll be more seriou...

Today was dark and gloomy. And a half day for the kiddos. I decided that since Mother Nature was cooperating and it is Poetry Month, we’d st...