I jest. But I really don’t. It is Day 14, for what it’s worth. Day 14 since I last saw my students. I didn’t think it would end so soon. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still going to be having class, once this two-week spring break is done. But once I’m “back” in class it … Continue reading Day 14
“The night ends, and the day, it begins.”
I was talking to my students this week about words that are often confused, by them, in their writing. When we got to fewer vs. less they were confused.
Me: So, use fewer when you can quantify it, and less when you can’t. For example, you have fewer calories, because you can count calories. But you have less fat, because you can’t count fat.
Student A: I count fat all the time.
Me: How do you count fat?
Student A: Like 30 grams.
Me: So you count grams.
Student A: Yeah. So.
Me: A gram is a unit of measurement, quite like a calorie, that you can count, specifically because you can’t count things like fat. You have to count something else that can actually be counted.
Student A: Oh…
Approximately 5 minutes later, we were all good, and Student A finally nodded, assured that fat wasn’t something that could be counted without the aid of quantifiable units of measurement. I suddenly felt like a math teacher instead of an English teacher, then things were all well with the world once more. Continue reading “Day Zero”
“I know English,” he tells me. “I was born here in America.” “Then why don’t you use it correctly?” I want to ask, but I don’t. I don’t because I’m a teacher, and I’m worried that he won’t be receptive to the learning that’s about to take place. “A lot of people who were born … Continue reading English As A First Language
I looked up from the calculator and the computer screen, satisfied that I had done everything I needed to do, that my affairs were all in order, and I closed out the browser with a sigh. One semester down. One semester of getting used to being called Professor, of going to college on the other … Continue reading Looking Glass
I walked into that classroom with chalk in my right pocket. It sat neatly ensconced in a box I had just picked up from the main office, but I had absolutely no idea what I was going to write with it. The room was large, about the size of the entire downstairs of my house, … Continue reading The Blackboard
Dear Journal, Another year of summer school has come to an end, and I’m wondering once again how I made it through the six weeks. For the second straight year I didn’t miss one day of school (it was a promise I made to myself and to the students on day one), but that takes … Continue reading Dear Journal: These Darn Kids