If you happened to read my last-week-of-school blog post from this past June, you might remember how frustrated and saddened I was by student attitudes that rounded out the school year. I'm not naïve enough to expect every kid to be excited for the last day of school, ready and eager to attend their class parties, field days, or whatever celebrations await them. I've known better than that for as long as I've held the job. But I certainly found myself oddly wistful for my own

The American school system is no stranger to harsh criticism. And at the end of this school year, the most anticlimactic to date, I'm left wondering what we are actually asking students to come to school for, and whether that still makes sense to them, to their generation.

It happened to you not long ago: A friend you haven't seen in entirely too long was up and at it, ready to make plans. You talked to them for a while. You found a time and place that agreed with both of your schedules. They were so excited, and you were too - you've been missing each other deeply. The days passed, and there was a small voice in the back of your head that you ignored; one that said "They're going to flake. They always do." Sure enough... How about this: Work t

Truly, I don't. I'd rather discuss just about anything else, even the pettiest points of small talk or the most insufferably boring...

The longer I sustain two careers - the one that actually makes me money (teaching high school English), and the passion project that...

I saw a video on Instagram the other day of a young woman out at a club standing behind the DJ booth. The screen read "Me at 2am on...

Earlier this week, one of my colleagues sent a message in our English teachers' group chat. She told us that over 50% of her seniors were...

My freshmen classes and I have been reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell for the entire second quarter of school. To be quite honest,...