east meets west

growing up (not out)

Hard to imagine, but it's been more than a year since my notorious crying and crying and crying. (Yes, I realize the last entry was about sobbing in the classroom. But at least it wasn't regarding school). It has been a long, but exciting year. Teaching is much like studying: The more you do it, the more you realize how much you still need to know. And, it's ultimately rewarding, but often painful in the process.

And so with that, I hope readers check out my new blog for Teacher Magazine called On the Reservation. I will be posting primarily on that blog, but occasionally adding excerpts and pictures on east meets west. Stay tuned.

when home meets work

I just said good-bye to my boyfriend, who is leaving for Ukraine for a year, and I'm definitely sobbing in my classroom. Thank goodness for prep periods and locks on classroom doors.

Edit: And thank goodness for colleagues who give me bear hugs and coach me to tell people that my red eyes and runny nose are from allergies.