January 2012
33 posts
Haiku
The frog jumps. The water ripples. The world spins. -Alon, age 9 The cats leap from tree to tree. Tears echo in caves. A Goddess is weeping. - Gabbie, age 11
Jan 30th
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Jan 30th
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“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.”
– Albert Camus (via blankpagesandinvisibleink)
Jan 29th
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What teachers want to tell parents →
Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Re.Vu →
It creates visual resumes!  After trying it, I looked at my traditional resume and thought, pfft..forgetaboutit…
Jan 26th
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“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.”
– Joseph Campbell
Jan 26th
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Jan 26th
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“The Builders All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time;...”
– by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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Jan 24th
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 21st
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Jan 19th
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Jan 18th
Teacher Tom: I Don't Worry About Our World So Much →
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Escape Adulthood →
Cure adultitis!   Also contains great ideas on how to help your students grow up, without losing that childhood sense of wonder… 
Jan 17th
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“These instances remind me that in this age of mass-production and materialism,...”
– Escape Adulthood by Kim and Jason
Jan 17th
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“Stories..they came alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them...”
– John Conolly, in The Book of Lost Things
Jan 16th
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Jan 14th
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Jan 14th
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Jan 13th
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Hey! It's this easy to make Chalkboard Paint! →
Jan 13th
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Big-Kid-free day
Expected a quiet morning with seven-year olds, as the big kids are out camping for the weekend. WRONG. 4 seven-seven year olds can cause the same ruckus as when they are here with the big kids.  And that was creative writing class. Art class is up next. Going to get coffee now.
Jan 13th
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Yes, re-blogging student poetry →
Young Bards: “The Thunderstorm” by A.L.S. My heart is pounding. Sweat trickled down my bruised face. How long is this gonna last? Me and my two sisters have been hiding in this mine for weeks. By the way, my name is Jake. And my two sisters are all named the same. Ekaj, which as you migh notice is my name spelled backwards. Right now we…
Jan 13th
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Untitled Poem 1 by M.Y.
youngbards: When I see the rain I ask why it falls It’s as if the Earth is giving it calls. Woah, it’s pretty odd how the sun shines It does seem as bright as an explosion of mines. -10.11.11
Jan 13th
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Jan 13th