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Do we teach or are we taught
Bird Droppings November 23, 2011 Do we teach or are we taught “The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.” Albert Einstein So many times when discussing students who are having difficult times a individual teachers perspective is all that matters. Recently I was about to thump another teacher in the head…
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Trying to watch a smiling moon
Bird Droppings November 22, 2011 Trying to watch the smiling moon “Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children.” Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966 Over the past few weeks I have been told about, read about and actually met with parents to be and new parents who are still…
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Teaching is far more than wanting to
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Quietly pursuing silence
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Empathy; Do we have it?
Droppings May 15, 2011 Empathy; do we all have it? “The capacity for consciousness of ourselves gives us the ability to see ourselves as others see us and to have empathy with others. It underlies our remarkable capacity to transport ourselves into someone else’s parlor where we will be in reality next week, and then…
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Getting the passion back
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The Journey
Bird Droppings January 24, 2011 The journey “Who, then, shall conduct education so that humanity may improve?” John Dewey A very deep and broad question, I was thinking back to my own community and associations. We elect school board members who hire teachers and principals, they decide on schools to build and a place to…
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Caring is a very precious commodity in teaching
Bird Droppings January 9, 2011 Caring is a very precious commodity in teaching As I am pondering my last hours before the holiday is over. The air temperature is nineteen outside and we are under a winter storm watch tonight through Tuesday morning. The anticipation of several inches of snow and up to a half…
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Naughty or nice
Bird Droppings December 28, 2010 Naughty or Nice “The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.” William Wordsworth One day when you look back and try and remember what was that act or when, you may not remember but the person to whom that small act…