… and the silly one. #bbcast #capstone2014 👍 (at Berryville High School)

… and the silly one. #bbcast #capstone2014 👍 (at Berryville High School)

Another successful #capstone2014. My heart is overflowing with love for my kids, AKA my students. Thank you for your hard work; I 💛 each and everyone of you. #bbcast PS. Tag away. 👍 (at Berryville High School)

Another successful #capstone2014. My heart is overflowing with love for my kids, AKA my students. Thank you for your hard work; I 💛 each and everyone of you. #bbcast PS. Tag away. 👍 (at Berryville High School)

powwhamteaching:

Kind of the eternal struggle for a high school/middle school teacher is keeping in mind that if something is a big deal to someone, then it should be treated with respect because a lot of the problems you’re going to hear from your teenagers sound ridiculous as an adult. 

(via iamlittlei)

fuxstylz:

As Atticus Finch once said, “Take away the adjectives and you’ll have the truth.”


True.

fuxstylz:

As Atticus Finch once said, “Take away the adjectives and you’ll have the truth.”

True.

(via teachingliteracy)

adventuresofastudentteacher:

msleahhbicoftheartroom:

wincherella:

I need this in my classroom.

Totally a Love & Logic sign.

Want for my classroom.

Yes.

adventuresofastudentteacher:

msleahhbicoftheartroom:

wincherella:

I need this in my classroom.

Totally a Love & Logic sign.

Want for my classroom.

Yes.

(Source: from-student-to-teacher)

hi:

to everyone with finals and exams and big projects due very very soon and haven’t started anything yet

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Haha, so true.

(via girlwithalessonplan)

jamvega:

Junot Díaz & Peter Sagal: Immigrants, Masculinity, Nerds, & Art [x]

We also have a popular culture which acts as a megaphone for the larger American tendencies towards anti-intellectualism.

Beautifully said.

(Source: dorianpavus, via teachingtoday)

An Easter sabbath afternoon at home.  (at Canaan Ranch)

An Easter sabbath afternoon at home. (at Canaan Ranch)

It was early in the morning, but he knew exactly what was happening in his chest and woke my mother to ask her to call an ambulance. Our telephone was in the living room, but before she could leave their bedroom to use it, he asked for something else. My father asked that the ambulance not use its siren.

Weeks later, when the fear of death had receded like some strange tide, my mother asked him about the siren. My father said simply that he worried it would have woken and frightened his three sleeping daughters. It is true that we were all light sleepers and that our farm was usually blanketed by the polite silence that comes from having no close neighbors, but what impossible kindness there was in my father’s request.

I have called it an act of kindness, which I think it was. It was considerate in a way I cannot begin to understand; generous in a way no one would expect, much less demand. Years later I still do not comprehend how in what very well might have been the final moments of his life, my father thought to ask for quiet so that his daughters might continue sleeping.

Kindness is like holding an ice cube in your hands. It stings, but then the cold dissolves; what at first you could barely hold becomes something you cannot let go. My father’s request for a quiet ambulance came from a man so familiar with kindness that the sting was completely gone: the ice was no longer cold, but one with the flesh.

Absolutely exquisite essay by Casey E. Cep, who recounts what her father’s heart attack taught her about kindness – a virtue that Kerouac captured beautifully and Einstein articulated so memorably.

Henry James, it turns out, was right.

Do your soul a favor and read Cep’s full essay.

(via explore-blog)

#latergram  (at Tulsa Zoo)

#latergram (at Tulsa Zoo)