vol. 10, num. 17 :: 2011.09.30 — 2011.10.13
From pre-schoolers through tenured professors, folks in the northern hemisphere have settled into the routines of the academic year. For many, this rhythm eventually ends, but for teachers it can last for decades. Who stands out in your story as an excellent teacher? How are you trying to be a good educator, vocationally or otherwise?
A mother reflectson what she’s learning from her home educated daughters.
A short lesson on listening to and appreciating children for who they are.
A parent reflects on the privilege of choosing among a wealth of schooling options.
Remembering the many women who taught me well.
A teacher shares what she’s learned from forty years of various teaching experiences.
How the students in a free writing workshop have taught the teacher.
Learning from grandma’s Sunday School habits.
Weaving the story of four decades of gratitude and glory.
A “difficult” student reflects on the teachers who did and didn’t treat her as a problem child.
Remembering the pedagogy of Mrs. Schrager.
Tracing a life full of learning experiences.
Remembering a favorite professor, beyond the first impression.
A second-career student reflects on making connections in class.
Learning from the ancestral line about intuition vs. skill in teaching.
A review of the book The Ignorant Schoolmaster by Jacques Rancière.
A period of service in Haiti leaves a language arts teacher transformed.
On passing down skills in community.
Mark Vander Vennen writes on practicing a Jubilee model of relationship in Christian schools.
Alissa Wilkinson comments on a lecture by James K.A. Smith.
Poetry professor Jack Ridl writes about his experiment in eliminating grades.
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed –
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
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