Dear TIME Magazine, What Does “Bad” Mean?
A response to TIME’s Teachers as “Rotten Apples” cover.
An Invitation to Explore the Role of Image
I’ve always wondered about Jesus’ response to the religious leaders concerning the payment of taxes. The story goes something like this… The Pharisees and the Herodians were desperately trying to shut down Jesus’ momentum. With a simple message of love and hope, he was changing the world right before their eyes, and they were smart… Read More ›
Threats of Failure on 8-year-old Shoulders
You know those days when everything thrown at you comes with an “or else” attached to it? The days when you physically clasp the palms of your hands to your head and squeeze? Sales reps, you get this, right? Public service workers, what about you? Restaurant wait staff? Can I get a shout out from… Read More ›
How It All Began & How to Fix It: The Cult of Student Testing
Very informative from Tom Pauken. The solution is simple, if not easy. We need to allow for multiple pathways to a high school degree. One academic pathway would emphasize math and science. Another, the humanities and fine arts. A third would focus on career and technical education. All students would get the basics, but there… Read More ›
Teachers, What Do You Suggest We Do?
The other night, I received a message from Matt Cochran, a former student of mine. After some kind words about my blog, he quickly got to the point that prompted him to write: my stance on standardized testing. He wrote: “… here lately I’ve become curious. I see that you take a stance against the… Read More ›
Follow-up: “To America from a Teacher”
When I clicked the button to post “To America from a Teacher” to my blog a couple of weeks ago, I had no idea the response it would generate. The visits to my website exploded from a little over a thousand to ninety-thousand, online magazines requested permission to reprint the letter, and Diane Ravitch, the… Read More ›
Gun Violence and Common Ground Action
“The first movement he made the following morning was to reach under his pillow for the gun. In the gray light of dawn he held it loosely, feeling a sense of power… And if he were holding his gun in his hand, nobody could run over him; they would have to respect him. It was… Read More ›