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If You Can Say "Ladder," You Can Speak Spanish!
"Yeah, I can't say that." This is an exhaustingly common response I get from students in the early days of Spanish class, and it usually follows my request that students repeat some atrociously difficult word that I've previously uttered beforehand. You know the type. Something awful. Something horrid. Something like... pero.
Dolphins Have Karens Too!
Humans love to feel special. More specifically, we take great pleasure in agonizing over the question of whether we are special or not and searching endlessly for a definitive reason to either feel superior to all or to feel completely worthless. It's exhausting!
Brain Burps of the Doorway Variety
Have you ever found yourself gazing mindlessly into the dark abyss of the microwave, plate of cold food still in hand, idly wondering what brought you there in the first place? No? Just me? Okay, never mind. This page is not for you.
The BEST Lasagne Bolognese
First thing’s first. In Italian, the word “lasagna” means just one “layer,” while “lasagne” means multiple “layers.” Which version of this delectable delight would you rather devour? Same. (I’m a linguist. What do you want from me?)
She awoke with a groan, stretching out and banging her head on the ceiling above her. In a violent burst of helpless frustration, she cursed the world and everything in it. It seemed she would never get used to this place-- this frigid, dark, godforsaken place. For a time, she had clawed a primitive sort of tally on the wall to mark the days (or at least, what she thought were days). Alas, the markings were no match for the fire of her rage and desperation; they had long since been charred away.
The Four Best Student-Led FREE Online Resources for Teachers and Parents!
In 2020, a lot of things changed for a lot of people. I am one of those whom I like to call professionally migrant. I didn't exactly lose my job, but I did end up leaving the job I loved due to the economic repercussions of COVID. I'm a teacher, and my reality this year is unlike anything I had seen before. I grew up privileged. After college, I was even lucky enough to get a job I adored on the first try. Sure, some of my students struggled, but we were able to get every single student meeting grade-level expectations every single year.
When I Think of Grandma
"It's just so vivid," she gasped between giggles, tears rolling down her weathered cheeks. Her blue eyes, faded with age, always became mere slits when she laughed, and her body shook with every chortle.
"There was a time..."
It's been almost a year now, for many of us... torn between our duty to the planet, to humanity, to life itself, and our own selfish needs, legitimate as they are. We stay home when we can. We mask up. We educate. We advocate. We stay faithful to the cause and to science, striving as we may to avoid the new strains, both viral and emotional. However, we would be lying if we said this wasn't tearing us all up from the inside out. It would be dishonest to claim that we spend all of our time focusing on what we do have instead of what we've lost. We don the masks with no outward complaint, and we smile with our eyes when society prompts us to do so... but underneath the fabric lies a grim, pallid stripe. It is a line in the sand between what once was and what now is.