Musings from a Not-So-Master Teacher

Sometime after 9-11, I lost all sense of patriotism. It might have been the way people used the American flag to sell beer (not unlike Jesus Breathmints and granola bars). Perhaps it was when I first heard a country singer telling me we should stick a Read More...

I wrote this while I was at a PLC Conference last week. They charged fourteen bucks for internet access (the equivalent of twenty-four tacos at Jack in the Box) so I waited until now to post it: In every era of American history, there is an archetypal Read More...

I'm listening to a soft, subdued version of "Chicago," but Sufjan Stevens. It's a life studio set taped on an indie station, KCRW, in Los Angeles. Somehow, with the lone guitar and trumpet, I can hear the words echoing the sentiments of this school year. Read More...

"Teachers are usually just lazy. They get tons of vacation and don't even have to put in a full work day," remarks my brother's friend. He's an arrogant fire-fighter; the type of lazy jock who never had to do work in school because he had a hell of an Read More...