I read something this morning which kicked me in the gut - “What #BlackLivesMatter Means To Me (Spoiler Alert: I’m Not Black)” by Isa Adney on HuffingtonPost.com. It’s not short, but it’s well worth a complete read.
I Love Fall. Hockey has started again, the weather is occasionally tolerable, and I sorta kinda know my kids. Many of us are swept along in the spiraling essentials of the day - which is awesome. It's what we do. Nevertheless, there are a few things this past week it'd be a shame to miss. I gather them here, for thee.
If there are crappy educators hiding all ‘round us, who need to be identified and repaired or removed, as part of an overall plan to improve public education, what do we do when we’ve removed the bad ones?
If you said “replace them with good ones,” you lose. Even under the current system of supposedly no standards or accountability, we’re unable to fill something like a billion teaching positions in Oklahoma alone. We're running rather short on teacher-types. Any teacher types. Any at all.
It should probably come as no surprise that most teachers are a little weird...
Fall is falling, teachers keep teaching, life keeps doing whatever life does, and even though bloggers are bloggering, you may have missed something good this week. No worries, my Eleven Faithful Followers (#11FF) - I'm here with essential highlights and thoughtful framings. Besides, it helps reduce the amount of new content I actually have to create myself to keep this blog active.
In 1900, L. Frank Baum published The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, a children’s book he wasn’t convinced would do particularly well – not compared to his fabulous Mother Goose and Father Goose collections a few years prior. Turns out it was a hit, and spawned multiple stage versions – usually musicals – and thirteen written sequels by Baum.
It was also turned into one very odd black and white silent film in 1925, directed by and starring a man with the very unfortunate name “Larry Semon.” Egads.