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I’ve written about this before, and it comes down to one line: Confusion is the sweat of learning. If a student doesn’t get confused at some point in a class then either the student already knew the material in class, or the student didn’t learn anything in class. It’s just like going to a gym to work out. If you didn’t sweat and you didn’t get sore afterwards, you probably didn’t do anything.
It’s hilarious to me that we’re still talking about girls who like lip gloss, can talk sports and be a tomboy. The men I work with wear just as nice clothes as I do. They take care of their skin. It’s amazing to me that in 2014 we’re still fighting this.



Last night vs. tonight.



Epic moment during Beyonce performance at VMAs 2014.





(via thepoliticalfreakshow)

My great-grandmother Alma stoop-sitting in Astoria, Queens with her dog in the 1950s. I loved coming across this gem at my grandmother’s birthday party yesterday.

School is out for many Ferguson students, but teachers are still holding classes at local public libraries. On Tuesday, teachers stood outside of Ferguson Public Library holding signs that said “here to teach” and “students welcome.” Inside the library, teachers helped students with reading, science, art and math. “We’re trying to provide a positive and productive place for students,” said Ferguson-Florissant art teacher Carrie Pace to local outlet the Riverfront Times. “A place for them to come and do something educational and meet up with other students.” One 16-year-old student, Derrick Washington, came to the library to help tutor students younger than him, like his brother. He spoke with Huffington Post reporter Ryan J. Reilly about the experience. “While they’re not in school, I can help them get ready for school,” said Washington, who is a high school student in the Ferguson-Florissant district. “Keep them in line … keep them from getting in trouble.”

My favorite interaction today from the most adorable 7th grader ever. He was so proud of himself.

Ms. W, I learned how to make grilled cheese last night.

That’s great! Was it good?

Well, the first one wasn’t but the second one was awesome!

Our most challenging student of all told our principal I was his favorite teacher today. I’m choosing to be flattered by it.

I basically have a fan club of 8th graders who still stop by my room to say hello, leave me notes and pictures, and fangirl in the hallway when they spot me. Kids are such ego boosters. Two challenged me to the ALS ice bucket thing this week. Another two were supposed to write to their parents about their EXPLORE test scores today and asked to write to me instead. I have to sign their letters and return them to their writing teacher.

The connections you make with kids is my favorite part of teaching. It fills my bucket, it keeps me sane, and I honestly think it’s key to any success I’m able to have as a teacher. It’s what mattered to me as a student and something I carry forward as a teacher. If they love you, if they know you believe in them with every fiber of your being they can move mountains.

One of my new babies told me today he didn’t believe in himself so I informed him I’d believe in him enough this year for the both of us. I try to remind myself that these tiny interactions matter.

This is my neighborhood. You are my family. You are my friends and I am you. When this is over, I am going to go in my son’s room. My black son. Who wears his pants sagging. Wears his hat cocked to the side. Got tattoos on his arms. But that’s my baby.

I received some very positive news that I can’t share and then was asked by my principal to be a lab host for this school year. This is also my Kentucky teacher internship year so I’ll be busy, busy. But there is definitely some extremely exciting stuff going on in my professional world.

This calls for a treat yo’ self weekend.*

*Because if not I’ll talk myself out of feeling happy about all of the good things happening. Dammit, brain.