THE 45-MINUTE HOMEWORK SYSTEM THAT ENDED THE NIGHTLY FIGHT IN MY HOUSE.
Set it up before school starts, not in week four when everybody already hates it.
1. The setup.
Find 500! Have a load of numbers, cover them and conjugate verbs to reveal the number under the coordinate. Whole class or pairs with an empty grid and students write their own numbers! mfltwitterati #mflinsta#mflteacher#french#spanish#verbs#conjugaison#grammar
A message from a Kindergarten teacher:
After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:
“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”
No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”
My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.
When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.
But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.
My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.
And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.
They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.
The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”
As if kindness were a weakness.
Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”
Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.
But this last year broke something in me.
The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.
I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.
So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:
“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”
I sat on the floor and cried.
No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.
I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.
I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.
So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.
Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.
Teacher Resource: Pronounce My Name Slide Deck with a moving video, a fun website to help with common name pronunciations, and an example activity using visuals and auditory input to help teach correct pronunciation. #OntEd
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Teacher Tip:
Send out your first day of school welcome email to families with links to google translations of your email in the home languages of your families. :) You can copy and paste the link at the top of the google translate website to put in your email. #OntEd#MLL#ESL
I'll be going on paternity leave very soon so I've made some Contified cover booklets that may be of use to people if you're ever stuck for cover work. #mfltwitterati#epi@gianfrancocont9
SBs included in the booklets.
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Some teachers think of a crossword puzzle as busy work, but they can be useful learning tools. The boxes help students know the right number of letters and the shared letters help them with spelling. I made this crossword puzzle using Discovery Education's puzzle maker.
9 ways to use Quizlet in MFL teaching - my first ever blog post for MFL teachers. Hope it's helpful! Please comment and share if you like
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i really like this french girl on tiktok the only thing she does is post these videos of her trying to pronounce english words and idk she is just such a diva i love her
my high school did a thing called a readathon where you paid $5 and got to skip class and read in the school library for the entire day. you could come in your pyjamas and bring snacks and there was a pizza lunch. genuinely one of my favourite memories of hs