Prior Review
For any of you at the high school level who have a student newspaper, please let me know what your district's/school's policy is on prior review. It seems to be a mounting issue around here and I'd like to write a post on it eventually.
I teach because I have to. In all the jobs I've had to pay my way through life, only teaching has (as of today) not left an empty feeling. This is my calling; and sometimes I feel that I chose to teach as much as teaching chose me. *Note: The thoughts expressed here are my own and not intended to represent the school or district I work for.
For any of you at the high school level who have a student newspaper, please let me know what your district's/school's policy is on prior review. It seems to be a mounting issue around here and I'd like to write a post on it eventually.
Students who don't turn in assignments, teachers who don't understand why; students who keep talking when the teacher needs your attention, teachers who just want to throw in the towel, listen to the words of Carl Sandburg:
My 9th grade students arrived in September fresh out of the challenging and rigorous world of middle school. That breeding ground of high intellectual growth and accountability. It happens every year, from districts in the great state of Washington to the the lovely state of Connecticut. Millions of former 8th grade students flutter into the classrooms of high schools ill-prepared for the realities ahead.
Ingredients:
Recently, a colleague of mine said he had checked out my blog. He liked some of the posts but felt that lately I've been too esoteric. So, I thought to myself, does he know what esoteric means? Take that!
So, a second year of classroom blogging is beginning here at The Daily Grind's classroom. My early morning class was supposed to have their first official posts up on Friday, but because of certain decisions (see the cryptic post before this one) I was unable to demonstrate for them exactly how to do it.
...in an office far, far away, decisions were made by well intentioned and intelligent people. A gift they would give to teachers abroad. Shiny and fancy, the gift was a hit for some, save a few. And off the teachers went, playing with their shiny and fancy gift until once again decisions were made. Rules were created, intentions were high, but outcomes were different and teachers wanted to know why? Then a spell was cast on teachers who dared, to inquire of those decisions and show they cared. Now the gift is a burden for all, and teachers would rather work at the mall.