To All the Teachers’ Kids

To all the teachers’ kids out there… the little kids hanging out in the too-big desks, the big kids hanging out in the too-small desks, the kids who have to suffer overhearing how their mom is the worst teacher ever, or more horrifyingly, how their mom is the best teacher ever, the kids who forget and call their dad’s colleague-friends by their first names and get gently reminded that this isn’t Friday-Evening-Unofficial-Staff-Wine-And-Whine but rather seventh period social studies, the kids who spend the waning days of their summer vacation in stifling classrooms, “helping” (or at least staying out of the way), the kids who watch movies on Dad’s classroom projector while he grades and plans, the kids who fall asleep to the quiet glow and muted clickety-clack of Mom’s computer because she’s got a lot of work to get done, but wants to spend just a few more minutes with you before you fall asleep, the kids who roll their eyes at all the school library discard books brought home to bulk up the home library, the kids whose parent-conferences are always on a different night than the other kids because Mom has conferences with her own students’ parents that night, the kids who pretend not to notice the teacher’s manual with all the answers to their math problems just sitting on the kitchen table, and the kids who know full well that teachers have lives outside of the classroom:

To you, I say thanks. Thanks for sharing your mom or dad (or mom and dad) with a whole bunch of other kids.

A Teacher Parent


The Simpsons Did it First

…and by “The Simpsons,” I mean “Jennifer Gonzalez of Cult of Pedagogy

One weekday night, in a (futile? hopeless? naive?) attempt to get my house into shape the other day, I opened my podcast app for the first time in months (don’t judge) and caught up on a few favorites while I did some light housework disaster remediation.

I worked my way back to this podcast, titled 4 Things I’ve Learned About Teaching from CrossFit. I immediately swore upon hearing the title.

No, I’m not a CrossFit hater. It’s not for me for various reasons, but I appreciate what I perceive to be a welcoming, empowering fitness community. I swore because, gollygoshdarnit*, I had a blog post all written out in my mind** about how starting an athletic endeavor as an adult  has made me a better and more empathetic teacher.

It’s probably for the best that she got to it first. She has, like, an audience and stuff. Still, I have thoughts in my brain… thoughts that echo a whole bunch of what said, and a few that go off in my own direction.

Without further adieu, then, allow me to present the post I was going to write, but never got around to writing because *insert excuses valid reasons here*:

What Roller Derby Taught Me About Teaching English as a Second Language

A Post I Swear I Didn’t Rip Off from Cult of Pedagogy

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