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Let them piece it together. “I give students a stack of primary documents from my life (letters, report cards, class pictures, etc.) with all the sensitive information blacked out. I ask the students to create a time line from that information, hypothesize about what happened in the gaps, and draw conclusions about the kind of person they think I am.


No, honestly, here’s the thing about Tami Taylor: I want to be her when I grow up. It’s her moments that add up to an enviable whole, the brief interactions she has with students, and how she listens and hears and imparts small pieces of wisdom with no judgement, without any way of knowing if it does any good.

She says as much to her husband at one point, albeit about parenting, but the spirit of it is the same: “The truth is we don’t have any control. You know, for the most part we’re just winging it. And you know, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do in this situation.” I know I’ve felt that way so many times; it resonates.

At one point, she tells Street that there’s no weakness in forgiveness. Weeks later, many episodes later, Street repeats those same exact words back to Lyla. And damned if that doesn’t resonate for me too—because so many times we, as educators, impart the wisdom we’ve learned through our own experiences and have zero clue if those words will mean as much to someone else.

Because isn’t that just truth: we never know when the words we share will mean something. Sometimes you’ll hear back that they did. But many times (most times?) you’ll never know and the knowing really doesn’t matter. But words? They will always matter. They will always have the power to stick to hearts and minds, even without your knowledge. So remember that, and keep trying, keep sharing.

[Something about a tree falling in the forest…]

I’m trying to come up with some classroom door decor and I need some help from you all.

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This book, y’all. The summer before 3rd grade, just before I became a big sister. I begged my mom to buy it for me at Kroger. She did at the bargain price of $1.99. I felt SO BIG reading a longer chapter book. It’s the first book I remember feeling passionate about. And here it still is: covered in mustard stains from where I wouldn’t put it down at dinner, a Lisa Frank sticker on the inside of the cover, yellowing, dog-eared, loved.

My mini laminator is pretty much the greatest thing I’ve ever purchased.

Busy prepping for the school year. You wish your Saturday was this exciting, I’m sure.


Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

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If my 7th graders can spark a conversation and keep it rolling better than you can there is a problem. I feel like I need to send these guys a conversation stems anchor chart.

Some teachers still have trouble showing any sort of vulnerability of fallibility. These teachers will expend immense amounts of energy hiding the fact they’re frustrated at something, that they’re upset or perhaps even angry. Why? Other teachers get tied into logical knots to avoid admitting “I have no idea what the answer to your question is.” But teachers who genuinely connect with students are the ones who aren’t afraid to show emotions in class, who can admit that they aren’t in fact the repository of all knowledge.
My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.
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