Here we are again. Back-to-school season! For some students, this a highly anticipated time of year. Who are my new . . . Read more
Often in education we struggle. Did I say often? I mean always. There is struggle in education. It isn’t the kind of job that you go to daily, do the same thing, get into a routine geared toward efficiency, and put yourself on autopilot. We can get very good at what we do, but there are oh so many times that we just utterly crash and burn. Teaching is hard.
So, I took my daughter to her college town today. She had an apartment reserved with a security deposit, and today, August 1st, was the first day she could move in, so she did. This is her third year in college, but it will be her very first year in this town, at this particular university, and her first experience at living on her very own in an apartment with a roommate.
When students know they are getting additional time and support for learning essential standards, sometimes referred to as intervention, do . . . Read more
I remember when my children were small and life was busy. They would be fascinated by the smallest things in life from a caterpillar crawling along the sidewalk to a pretty dandelion bobbing around in a sea of green grass. My usual reaction would be to say, “Oh isn’t that cool, but let’s go now.” … Continue reading Slowing It Down
https://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewhernandezphotography/6930958629/sizes/lTime.A means of keeping track, if you will, of the most incredible moments that span a lifetime.The wisest of teachers and the most patient of companions, it allows the means to…
This is not your regular blog post. After all, the blog is Rockin’ The Boat, so if I don’t bust out of even those preconceived blog post parameters every now and then, I’m not doing my job and would need to re-title this blog and rethink my life.
Guest Blogger-Written by Mike StantonAs a kid and into my teenage years I always wanted a 1965 Mustang. I would playwith Hotwheels and Mattel cars speeding them across the carpet in my bedroom. During the summer my Dad and I would sip milkshakes from a…