(1985-86 school picture) I do remember how it feels to be in sixth grade. I remember dreading lunch period. I never knew where to sit, and most of the time when I chose a place, kids would get up and move away, leaving me all alone. Tears splashed on my Holly Hobby lunchbox while I ate. Every ...
Dear Teacher,
Recently I read about that cranky high school teacher from Pennsylvania who wrote scathing blog posts about her students. I searched until I found an archive of her most offensive pages (which she had disabled shortly after being reprimanded by her school district). I was stunned by her ire and ...
Caveat Emptor, Goldilocks
Someone's been talking on my phone. This has been my suspicion from the beginning. When I opened that sleek Apple packaging over a year ago, I was sure, even then, that my "brand new" phone is not new. For one thing, it works slowly. I'm talking rotary-phone-slow. For instance, when there is ...
Wherefore Art Thou Gnomeo?
Last year this clever young man comes to school with a cottonball beard and an elfin hat tucked under his arm. He doesn't get far down the hallway before I have to inquire. "It's for my best friend," he answers, smiling widely. "Today is her birthday. You know, she likes gnomes." "How ...
This is for all the Little People …
Words are sparkling bijous that I turn in my fingers. A closer examination of usage and origin delights me. Three years of high school Latin at the feet of a brilliant language teacher are to blame. My 6th grade students tease me about my indefatigable passion for the Greek and Latin roots that ...
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