Finally! I have completed my Master’s program and graduated with a Master’s in Education. I could not have done this without the love and support from my family. Lots of love 😘😘
In love with this type of rain 😍😍
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same.
– Trent Shelton
I am about to introduce Blackout poetry to my class for student teaching. Personally, I have been meaning to do this for a while. So when I decided I wanted to teach a lesson on poetry, this was one of the first things that came to mind as I was coming up with activities. This works well with my lesson as I am not only teaching the students to differentiate between poetry and prose but I am also teaching them to identify literary devices and the ways they help us understand text a little better. I was going to do this the old fashioned way with newspaper clippings and permanent markers but then I suddenly came across this cool interactive feature on the New York Times website.
Here’s the link if you would like to try it out: Searching for Poetry in Prose
I want to fly away too 😔
sometimes i speak
because the silence
held my hurt
better than language could
It feels weird not waking up at 6:30 in the morning and getting ready for the day. I woke up at 8:55 am and thought to myself…’Mrs. Goldberg is out there on the black pavement getting them right now…oh wait…it’s raining. They are probably in the gym waiting for her to come pick them up.’ The other day, a student was asking me, “You’re just joking with us right? You’re not really leaving?” That just broke my heart to pieces 💔 😦
It’s going to take some time getting used to it. Every time I look up at the clock, I think about what they are doing, as I have the class schedule etched into my mind. Without even thinking, I think about it. It’s 12 p.m., they just went to specials. It’s 1:15, they’re doing math. It’s 2:23…they’ve started Daily 5.
I wonder what the school looks like without all of the student teachers. Did it change? Does it look different?