Does Gatsby Really Matter? Combating Apathy in the ELA Classroom
Given that lately I am as burnt out as they come, I found myself wanting to do something unusual.
My Red Pen Is Dusty, and I’m Glad
Over the course of my career as a middle school ELA teacher, I’ve graded more writing pieces than I can count. I’ve graded late into the night, on plane trips and car rides, while watching volleyball practices, and on my lunch breaks. If you’re a teacher, you’ve been there. You relate.
What if we taught composition like Bob Ross teaches painting?
Back in my hometown, it was a rite of passage at the age of twelve to get a paper route. There was no status associated with it, nor did it come with a certain badge of honor – you see, back in the day kids got newspaper gigs to have deep pockets so that they could buy candy and Nintendo games and...
