Johnny passes by in his cap and gown as a flood of memories pass.  I recall snippets of hard conversations, small arguments, difficult basketball games and the late nights where I was editing his papers.  I thought of that first moment when he was a fourth grader in a tiny house with no air conditioning and he explained that it ...

For the last two weeks, students in my class have explored multiple facets of the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict.  They have analyzed sources for bias, posed intelligent questions, created metaphors for the conflict and developed solutions.  I admit that it is idealistic to assume that 8th graders can solve the world's problems in two ...

While on my bike, I ride past a tagged-up sign. In the foreground is the latest freshest graffiti, supplanting the corporate letters advertising for an incumbent politician. (I can't think of the last time we had an election) It seems a poignant message for the disconnect and impotency of the political system. True, it is an act of vandalism, but ...

I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens, partially because I enjoy the song ''Transfiguration'' but mostly because I can't take anything too manufactured right now. Sometimes I think I've got the soul of an anarchist and I just want freedom. The district and the state department keep giving us an endless loop of ''just wait'' and ''what about?'' with ...