5/6 This morning we stood by my desk, chatting and eating bread. She said she overheard a group of kids playing with fingerboards on the stairs say Mr. Smith is pretty alright.
5/6 This morning we stood by my desk, chatting and eating bread. She said she overheard a group of kids playing with fingerboards on the stairs say Mr. Smith is pretty alright.
22/22 ... trowel in hand, a half-empty bag of cement at my feet. “I just added these last few steps,” I’ll say, pointing to a crumbling staircase that drops off into the sky.
1/22 Some days when I'm planning lessons, I close my eyes and see my students on a grassy knoll on top of a mountain, Sound of Music–style. I imagine they’re a band of happy sing-ers swinging brown satchels and candy-stripe suitcases in the open air. #education#teachingtips
21/22 Sometimes I imagine we get to the castle and students discover a staircase. I run to the top ahead of everyone else because I know if I don’t add steps at the rate my students climb, they’ll catch up and see me there...