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An Autodidact’s Dream
I fall madly in love with learning a new foreign language every few months. I’ll seek out movies, television shows, and music in my desired language. I’ll hungrily consume online content. I’ll luxuriate in those new sounds and indulge in the feeling of how the words roll off my tongue. Then, inevitably, I’ll want a break.
Dear Miss, my High School Teacher. Thank you for seeing me. Years too late, these words come together to help me express myself in a way I thought I would never feel strong enough to. You called yourself just a teacher, as if you were nothing more than another leaf falling from a tree in Autumn. You stood in front of the class as if it were your calling in life- treating each student as a precious and beautiful example of what a dedicated teacher can do to shape a young life. I stand here today as an example of your dedication to your profession and to each student, your touch on my life forever entwined into my personality, my spirit and the ever-changing person I am.
As a parent, there is an unspoken understanding that you will be answering questions from your child for years. I mean that's what I'm assuming, I don't actually have kids.
an anonymous letter from a high school senior
We are all trying. I mean, really trying. I've been a teacher for 22 years, and this year is like starting over. We have been in the building more than most here in Indiana, but it doesn't mean things have been any easier -- especially for the students.
Masking and Unmasking in the Classroom
Each morning, around halfway through my commute, my Ritalin kicks in. Today is no different. I'm exhausted; last night, I convinced myself it was a good idea to stay up late listening to a podcast. I've had three cups of coffee but the only result is a hollow ache in my stomach.
I cannot be certain, but I suspect the first time I saw To Sir, With Love was on a Sunday afternoon when we were often allowed to watch the 3:00 movie on TV. My Mum tells me I was 5 years old at the time and enamored from the get-go. Much of it went over my head of course, but something stuck. Since then, I must have seen the film 50 times, most likely more, I own it on DVD, and when Sir joins the graduation dance with his class it still gets me emotional every single time. To me, this is Sidney Poitier, a Sir in his own right, both the character and the man; quietly dominating a narrative, laying the seeds of change one film at a time, and inspiring others to do the same.
Is online learning getting harder, or is it just me?
Fellow students, are you too feeling demotivated, deflated, defeated? Getting headaches, nausea or muscle cramps? It feels like we’ve been staring into this vortex for far too long and it’s sucking the soul out of us...or maybe that’s just me?
How to Write a Successful Research Proposal
In my first semester of graduate school, I wrote a research proposal for the National Science Foundation Graduate Research Fellowships Program. I had no guidance on how to write a proposal for this very competitive fellowship program. Many websites seem to contradict each other on the guidance that they gave. Ultimately, I was unsuccessful at attaining the fellowship.
How I Procrastinated My Way to a 4.0 GPA in University
Full disclosure: my university uses a 12-point GPA scale and conversion isn't as simple as dividing by three. Instead, I had to convert each grade to a 4 point scale and find the average of that figure. In the end, my 11.96 CGPA translated to a 4-point GPA of 3.996. For this article, I'm going to round that out to 4 because it's easier than repeating 3.996 all the time or putting it in the title.
"Yeah, They Did That Kids!"
I love my job. Teaching music in schools as a first-year teacher hasn't been without its challenges. However, this month has been the most fun. You see, over the course of this year, I've noticed where my predecessors failed me as a student. CUE THE MUSIC!
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.
Ms. My bad...
I love my students. Every single one of them. Yes, sometimes teenagers can be exhausting, but they are magnificent and wonderful and full of life and I love that about them. My days are always an adventure and I always learn something new.