Paper Comes from Trees, Or How to Say Goodbye

The girl who is afraid of boats left my school. Around lunchtime on a Friday a few weeks ago her math teacher rushed into my office, pizza in hand. “J’s last day is today! I wanted to let you know so you could say goodbye.” I thanked him profously and rearranged my afternoon. After lunch,…

Gaggle of Girls

“You know someone might think you’re our mom!” one of the sixth graders I was walking with exclaimed. “No creo,” I answered. I don’t think anyone can have this many kids all the same age. In my walks to the bus this year, a little gaggle of girls have decided to adopt me. Three of…

Article: Black America and the Class Divide

[Du Bois and his “Talented Tenth” circulate in my head with surprising frequency. When I consider my students and their futures, the idea of a class of leaders among African Americans rings in my ears. One of the goals at my school is to send select students beyond the top public schools to the region’s top parochial and independent…

First Snow Day

The one-woman-snow-day-notification-machine has been put back into gear. Our first snow day of the 2015-2016 school year has arrived and with it, the family contact. “Hey Ms. I have a question for you. Is there school tomorrow because on the Boston public schools it says there is no school tomorrow?” texted a girl in my class….