A student asked me if I thought his picture was beautiful. I was like “Are you kidding? Of course it’s beautiful! …. Can I take a picture?” He was so proud. Sometimes you have to give them their 5 minutes of fame, even more so when they’re children. That’s how their self-confidence grows.
I came across this picture as I was looking through my phone and immediately thought, “The shells! Where are the shells?!” Thankfully, while doing a little digging, I found it tucked away in my closet. The girl on my left noticed I was collecting, and without me even asking, she collected a bunch for me 🙂 ❤. Then the other girl joined in and started collecting more as we walked, scooping the edges of her kameez to make a pouch for the shells. They stayed with me the entire time so I could walk across the rocks and coral stones easily. And the shell in the third picture, our photographer (a native of Cox’s Bazaar) found for me because he wanted me to take a piece of his home with him ❤❤
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 😔