Leah Rayanne
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Tag Archives: teaching
Patience and Paper Football: My illusions of classroom management grandeur get sacked.
Why do we always scheme to contain the disruptive kids? I mean, it’s a noble goal, but maybe we’re going at it from the wrong angle. I don’t want to “contain” any of my students. I want to make them … Continue reading
Posted in the teacher musings
Tagged classroom management, education, One Dead Poet, paper football, school, students, teachers, teaching
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A quick thought from the classroom.
On Tuesday a student asked me why I want to be a teacher. I’d just introduced myself to a class of sixth-graders, and they’d decided to interrogate me. I knew that the question was a legitimate one because the students … Continue reading
Posted in the teacher musings
Tagged children, education, educator, life, One Dead Poet, students, teachers, teaching
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