My son is stretched out next to me watching a lesson his English teacher recorded on an introduction to poetry.
It’s all comforting somehow. A cold, windy morning outside. A teacher’s familiar voice. A lesson opening kids’ minds to something new.
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It’s all comforting somehow. A cold, windy morning outside. A teacher’s familiar voice. A lesson opening kids’ minds to something new.
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I’m sitting here listening along while pretending not to. I was an English major myself. It’s all just warming my heart a bit.
The teacher is making it so approachable. Personalizing the subject. Pulling the kids in.
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The teacher is making it so approachable. Personalizing the subject. Pulling the kids in.
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My son just broke in to say “I miss school...”
He loves being home.
But such is the gift of good teachers.
I owe this teacher a note to tell him all of this.
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He loves being home.
But such is the gift of good teachers.
I owe this teacher a note to tell him all of this.
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