I will try to get with @Isham_Literacy so we can set a start date and advertise for the revival of the #pd4uandme chat. Comment on her post here if you want notified. We’ll reach out to the original chatsters too. 😊🙌
Leadership shouldn’t belong to the loudest voice in the room.
It should belong to every kid.
That’s what When Kids Lead is all about:
➡️ Developing leadership in all students
➡️ Giving educators real, doable structures
➡️ Shifting leadership from titles to daily action
Because when more kids lead… everything changes.
Episode 81 is OUT! #Lectureless author, @dan_lewer, joins me on the #DaveBurgessShow to chat about his new book, how to bring history to life in the classroom, and much more!
Apple Podcasts: https://t.co/FDMMrxKJFO
Spotify: https://t.co/yLuTMt2Z2z
#tlap#dbcincbooks#sschat
The S’mores Fire Ceremony
An American child handed me a stick with a marshmallow on it.
Then pointed at the fire.
“Put it in there.”
I looked at the child.
I looked at the fire.
I looked for a responsible adult.
There were none.
Only adults smiling like this was tradition and not a small dessert-based crime scene.
The marshmallow was white.
Soft.
Trusting.
It had never hurt anyone.
Now America wanted me to send it into battle.
I held it near the flame.
Carefully.
Like a surgeon.
The child said,
“Closer.”
Dangerous word.
I moved closer.
The marshmallow immediately caught fire.
Not toasted.
Not golden.
On fire.
A tiny screaming ghost on a stick.
I froze.
The child yelled,
“Blow it out!”
This child was clearly my commander now.
I blew.
Too hard.
The marshmallow spun.
A piece of burning sugar tried to leave the stick and start its own country.
Someone’s dad said,
“Nice.”
Nice?
Sir, I almost committed arson with candy.
The child took the stick from me like a veteran taking a weapon from a recruit.
He blew once.
Perfect.
Calm.
No fear in his eyes.
He was eight years old and had already seen more marshmallow warfare than I had.
Then they handed me chocolate and graham crackers.
I thought the danger was over.
Incorrect.
America does not stop after fire.
America adds architecture.
“Now sandwich it.”
I tried.
The marshmallow slid sideways.
The chocolate melted.
The cracker broke.
My fingers became evidence.
The whole structure collapsed like a government built on sugar.
The child watched quietly.
Not judging.
Worse.
Training me.
I took one bite.
Smoke.
Chocolate.
Crunch.
Melted cloud.
My mouth said yes.
My hands said lawsuit.
By the second bite, I had chocolate on my thumb, marshmallow on my wrist, and a cracker fragment in a place no snack should reach.
A grandmother laughed and said,
“That’s a good one.”
I was not eating dessert.
I was losing a fight to campfire glue.
S’mores do not feed you.
They disarm you, expose you, and make children respect you less.
Then I looked over.
The same child had made another one.
Golden marshmallow.
Perfect chocolate melt.
Clean fingers.
Calm face.
That was when I understood.
S’mores are not a snack.
They are America’s way of finding out which adults can still be defeated by sugar.
NyanChuu will return to the fire.
Next time, I will not fear the flame.
I will fear the child holding the stick like he was born from the campfire itself.
Creating lesson plans with Gen AI tools is child’s play. It takes someone with insight, experience, and knowledge of evidence-based strategies to create a lesson that works. How can you make that happen, while leveraging Gen AI tools?
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Thank you @NASA for the coolest day ever. One week ago, we were eating Chili’s in Chattanooga, and today we’re talking to the ISS. This is the American dream.
Thanks for letting three random World Cup tourists from Germany live it for a few days. USA rocks.🇺🇸🚀