White Teacher Fails Part 4: Parents
I am ashamed that I have allowed white parents to bully me to the point where I think twice before giving consequences to their children.
Read MoreI am ashamed that I have allowed white parents to bully me to the point where I think twice before giving consequences to their children.
Read MoreDuring my first year teaching, I was assaulted by a student. For the last thirteen years, since I started teaching at twenty-one, this is how I have worded it.
But the word “assault” is a shortcut. It is a knife meant to neatly separate me, the innocent victim, from my student, the scary perpetrator. But what happened was not clean and simple.
Read MoreI was centering curriculum on my own white experience rather than the needs of my students.
Read MoreHere is my plea to other teachers: don’t deprive students of meaningful learning opportunities as a disciplinary technique. Studies have shown that students of color are much more likely to be given harsher disciplinary consequences than their white peers. Punishing the whole class by taking away learning experiences such as labs only widens the achievement gap.
Read MoreFor as long as I can remember, I’ve been a terrible sleeper. I’ve been like a prey animal, always on the lookout, unable to fully rest
Read MoreWhy isn’t he bothering any of the male volunteers?
Read MoreI’m originally from the East coast. Before I get judged as another annoying transplant, let me explain why I moved: heartbreak, failure, and murder.
Read MoreI was an idealistic college grad in 2007, and I wanted to help people. I also wanted to be as bad ass as Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds. I decided that the best way to do so would be to teach at a high school in the South Bronx. I joined NYC Teaching Fellows, an accelerated teachers prep program that would allow me to move into my own classroom in September, only three months after leaving the womb of undergrad.
I wasn’t ready.
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