The Classroom is
why I write, and why I cannot.
A paradox, like so much we know
Inspiring and motivating,
So many stories to tell
but the minutes move on.
Questions, discussions, behavior, transitions, bandaids, recess,
Teach them to write,
Deepen their reading practices,
Teach mathematical problem solving,
from all perspectives
Teach them to spell, teach grammar, craft word choice. Teach drawing, and painting and collage.
Printmaking? Ceramics? Weaving? Sewing? Beading? Oh, yes. Those, too.
Teach eye contact, how to do a proper handshake, and a quality high five.
Now teach NICE.
I mean teach to the humanity in one another. Teach the "mean" out of children. Teach civility, citizenship, Teach love...
And "Yes, you can play."
Take a mindful moment.
Teach scientific thinking, hone curiosity, the value of questions. Ask some more.
Honor each other
Teach "I'm sorry."
Try harder, show up, about admit mistakes.
Investigate the "I don't know."
What does that mean?
There is no end to this list.
It is the world in a microcosm.
(First draft on Twitter, tonight, 4/27/17)