| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bueller? Bueller? Bueller? I fear that I'm turning into that guy from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" "Anyone ...? Anyone ...?" The kids in my class are pretty bright and attentive but they are certainly not chatty - and who can blame them at the ungodly hour of 6:50 a.m.? - and this means there's a lot of work on my part to get them to participate, to think out loud, to be willing to share. And at the risk of getting too new-age, hippy-dippy, I keep trying to assure them that this is an OK, neutral space and we're all in it together, blah blah blah. They're still kind of looking at me like I'm an alien, but maybe also warming up to me, just a little. God, I hope so. 2:59 pm - 06.02.08
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faraway, so close - 19.04.08 - 11:35 am a shaky sorta mellow - 17.04.08 - 2:04 pm the apple doesn't fall far from the tree (and i want to eat it) - 16.04.08 - 4:19 pm everyone says they know you - 15.04.08 - 12:53 pm in which i grade myself on a generous curve - 14.04.08 - 5:37 pm |
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