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Down the River Road

Thursday was a travel day, from San Antonio to Atlanta, Atlanta to Akron, where Michael picked me up and we hit the road for Manchester, OH just west of Portsmouth down Rt. 52 which runs elbow to elbow with the Ohio River. Friday was a teacher workshop with the entire K-12 Manchester staff (only

IRA

IRA
This year’s meeting of the International Reading Association had to have exceeded enrollment expectations – teachers from all over the country (and many other countries) invaded San Antonio to see Julie Andrews, Dave Berry and hundreds of other not so famous but probably more relevant presenters. I arrived on Saturday and joined Neal

What’s your favorite color?

“What’s your favorite color?”
Do kids really expect me to have a single answer to this question? Today I’m wearing a pink jacket, so I guess it is pink, the color that suits me today. Not red, too forceful. Not maroon, like wool, too heavy, too velvet. Not orange, too October.

Hilliard Memorial Middle School

Betrayal, love triangles, friendship gone bad and one poem that began, “if the world were made of sugar.” Students at Hilliard Memorial are invited to make it, shake and let it all out at a monthly open mike (see picture below). It is a come as you really are event hosted by librarian

Hilliard Memorial Middle School Lunchtime Open Mikers 

Maureen, Redbank Valley High School, New Bethlehem 

Redbank Valley High School

This was a day of firsts —I was the first author ever invited to Redbank (thank you very much)and another first, which is somewhat embarrassing. There was a very cool display created by a student, Maureen, in the library. A weeping willow tree with portions of a poem dribbling down with the falling

Benny explains to Danny, “you are a big brother now.” To which Danny replies, “You mean we’re taking this home?” 

Hilliard Weaver Middle School

Am I seeing spots?Whoa. Am I seeing spots!
The stage at Weaver Middle was banked by hula hoop sized yellow and black spots, the teacher’s lunchroom, more yellow and black — even the teachers were dressed in yellow and black. Now, where do you think they got an idea like that?????
Beyond the

Anonymous

The old saying is that Anonymous was a woman. In these instances, Anonymous is a teacher. Here are some comments I have heard from anonymous teachers over the last few months:
1. “I used to buy into the philosophy that schools should be patterned after business, that we didn’t know what we were