The day started unremarkably--and then something remarkable happened. I had just ended a conference with a young writer, and as I pushed myself up from the carpet, I scanned the room to take in a sea of second graders, working on their writing. Many looked in limbo. Worry rose. I had to get to all of them. All I could see were twenty-four learners with unique needs. Each one seemed to depend upon...
Refreshed. Energized. Ready to conquer anything. There’s nothing quite like
the feeling of being a teacher at the beginning of the school year. But all too
quickly, it’s now—November. The days are getting shorter, cooler, and the list of
“must-dos” is getting longer. The steady cycle of planning, teaching, and
reinventing —the very thing that brought you energy in September— is
exhausting. “Ehh, e...