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Our teaching can make a difference every day, pouring a gallon of information into a liter bottle.
Bird Droppings March 3, 2026Our teaching can make a difference every day, pouring a gallon of information into a liter bottle. I recall one day when I was looking through data while sitting through a special education training session. This is an interesting situation. I was reviewing data from a recent biology benchmark test. It…
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Teaching as improvisational art using learning as the palette
Bird Droppings February 28, 2026 Teaching as improvisational art using learning as the palette I wrote the basics of this article nearly 17 years ago, thinking of an artist friend, now a computer programmer, who was trying to define her art and searching for her meaning in life. My friend often reflected on her political…
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Where is the passion in our teachers?
Bird Droppings February 27, 2026Where is the passion in our teachers? Two events happened to me over the past two days. Yesterday I spent fifteen minutes talking with a friend who was retiring as principal of a school I hold dearly. In the course of the conversation, she said I miss teaching, maybe I will…
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I am pondering Dr. Carl G. Jung and “school reform.”I find the answer is simple: CARING.
Bird Droppings February 26, 2026I am pondering Dr. Carl G. Jung and “school reform.”I find the answer is simple: CARING. “If there is anything we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.” Carl G. Jung Over the…
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All of life is connected and intertwined with threads so delicate that it may take a bit of sunlight to see them.
Bird Droppings February 24, 2026All of life is connected and intertwined with threads so delicate that it may take a bit of sunlight to see them. “In all likelihood, one is in the past while in the present. The present is then veiled; the past is manifest and apparent. However, so transparently present that is…
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To die a happy death:
Bird Droppings February 21, 2026 To die a happy death: My mother’s spirit passed on five years ago. She went to sleep and moved on. As I ponder my thoughts for today, I always think about education. I have been teaching public high school for nearly 20 years, elementary school for 2, and college for…
The daily meanderings of a teacher 