moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
June | 2016 | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2016/06
Reflections from a high school English teacher. You say sorry for everything. Please stop that. I’ve always chalked it up to my guilty Catholic conscience, but really, my need to apologize stems from my perfectionist tendencies. These tendencies had been held in check over the past couple of years because I stood comfortably situated where I could take risks and experiment and it was okay if things didn’t always go smoothly. June 29, 2016. Follow Blog via Email. Join 1,045 other followers. Create a free ...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
Make Way for Stupid | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2015/10/12/make-way-for-stupid
Reflections from a high school English teacher. Make Way for Stupid. Three words that send chills down any teacher’s spine. Just a few days ago I heard them in a class I’ve never taught before, one in which I am trying to gain my footing my 10 honors class. I could have ignored the comment as many a wise educator would have done. No big deal. Don’t give air time to negative, disruptive behavior, right? Yet, without missing a beat, I did the opposite. Was this too stupid for an honors class? It’s ni...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
Running Without Music | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/running-without-music
Reflections from a high school English teacher. My first 5K and I was a wreck. I forgot to bring my iPod. Little did I know that this was the beginning of something. Weeks later, I accidentally dropped it, cracking it into a digital scrambled egg. Since then I have run without music. Friends joke that it’s because I’m too competitive to lose time pressing play. That’s only partially true. For me, literally running without music allows me get to the core of everything. The world is stripped down to th...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
Words | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2016/08/20/words
Reflections from a high school English teacher. It was only the beginning of July, but the fighting had already escalated to epic proportions. Having a job where you spend summers with your children is supposed to be fun and wondrous and perfect, right? Gabby went first, Ian can be very nice. He makes me laugh. He gives great hugs. A smile, which he was desperately trying to stifle, tugged at the corner of her brother’s mouth. It feels good to hear someone say nice things about you, doesn’t it? I, and ma...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
medeateach | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/author/mooreteach-2
Reflections from a high school English teacher. It was only the beginning of July, but the fighting had already escalated to epic proportions. Having a job where you spend summers with your children is supposed to be fun and wondrous and perfect, right? Gabby went first, Ian can be very nice. He makes me laugh. He gives great hugs. A smile, which he was desperately trying to stifle, tugged at the corner of her brother’s mouth. It feels good to hear someone say nice things about you, doesn’t it? I, and ma...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
Floss for Thought | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2016/03/26/floss-for-thought
Reflections from a high school English teacher. The dreaded six month visit had arrived. The dental checkup. The kids bubbled with jubilance. I, on the other hand, had to restrain my cynical self so I didn’t reveal that someday it won’t be about a new Hulk toothbrush, but about the fact that your gums, mouth, and whole being would be violated. Perhaps more truthful words have never been spoken. Yet, I am not inspired to floss, especially when I am treated like a minus two-year old. I could go on, but I’m...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
The Looking Glass | Reflections from a high school English teacher. | Page 2
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/page/2
Reflections from a high school English teacher. Every fall marks a new beginning, a fresh start. As the temperature refused to drop and as students reluctantly gave up their summers, this year was no exception. However, the first two weeks of school presented a unique opportunity for me. Unlike the autumn leaves in New England, I was green again. A new teacher at a new school. These are the lessons I am trying to embrace as I contend with the whirlwind of emotions each morning:. Of Mice and Men. It’s oka...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
October | 2015 | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2015/10
Reflections from a high school English teacher. Make Way for Stupid. Three words that send chills down any teacher’s spine. Just a few days ago I heard them in a class I’ve never taught before, one in which I am trying to gain my footing my 10 honors class. I could have ignored the comment as many a wise educator would have done. No big deal. Don’t give air time to negative, disruptive behavior, right? Yet, without missing a beat, I did the opposite. Was this too stupid for an honors class? Diane Ravitch...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
December | 2015 | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2015/12
Reflections from a high school English teacher. My first 5K and I was a wreck. I forgot to bring my iPod. Little did I know that this was the beginning of something. Weeks later, I accidentally dropped it, cracking it into a digital scrambled egg. Since then I have run without music. Friends joke that it’s because I’m too competitive to lose time pressing play. That’s only partially true. For me, literally running without music allows me get to the core of everything. The world is stripped down to th...
moorelookingglass.wordpress.com
November | 2015 | The Looking Glass
https://moorelookingglass.wordpress.com/2015/11
Reflections from a high school English teacher. It Doesn’t Take a Detective. The concept is simple. I provide clues and they search for items that match. Called Detective, the game was born from this mother’s intense desire to just sit for 5-10 minutes. A barn in a box (a puzzle). Two of a kind, but different colors (two stuffed dogs: one black, one brown). Two things used for safety (bike helmets, knee pads, etc.). A green giant (The Incredible Hulk). The light bulb illuminated after one ninth grade cla...
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT