Ten Hours: Students of Rural America?

[This is the second installment in a series I’m calling Ten Hours, about my trip with students to a college in upstate NY. These are a few moments of ten hours we spent on the bus that’ll hopefully give you a sense of the whole 36 hours we spent on the trip and about all the things…

Ten Hours: Vomit

[This is the first installment in a series I’m calling Ten Hours, about my trip with students to a college in upstate NY. These are a few moments of ten hours we spent on the bus that’ll hopefully give you a sense of the whole 36 hours we spent on the trip and about all the things…

Riding Bikes

It is finally spring and we’re all reveling in the sunny skies and 50 degree weather. I’ve been back on my bike more, but luckily this hasn’t prevented me from chatting with students. On Tuesday, one of my favorite seventh graders (who wanted to share his music the other day) eyed me as I walked…

Escuchando Musica en la Guagua

Today I rushed towards the bus, wending my way around strollers and shopping bags, in and out of the light April rain. As the bus pulled away from the curb, I looked up from putting my CharlieCard back in my wallet to see three seventh graders perched at the back of the bus. Partly because…

“Modi?”

After my students had settled into their seats and the school bus lurched out of the school parking lot, I set my teacher clipboard down and gazed around. Next to me were two of my Creole-speaking students, M and K, the only two still in the Sheltered English Immersion class. “Hi, ladies!” I said as I…

The Lost Student

My phone was buzzing and the name said “I’s Mom” so I pulled off my glove and answered. “Hola?” Sobbing. “Ay dios mio,” the mom cried into the phone. My heart skipped a beat but I tried to stay calm. I took a deep a breath and asked her what was going on. The story…

“Debemos hablar español”

A couple of days ago I was waiting for the bus when a trio of kids sped past, backpacks bouncing. They whipped around the light post and practically slammed into the snowdrift. Chattering among themselves they didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me. Until I heard a “Hi, Ms.” “Hi! What bus are…

T-Swift

Nothing to do with buses but too hilarious not to tell you about so please indulge me: “Ms! Ms! Come here!” called a sixth-grader across the cafeteria. Confused, I walked over to where he was sitting. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Taylor Swift?” To which I burst out laughing. “No…no one…

“But it was boring, Ms!”

Day 3 post-snow-cation: “So what did you learn about today?” I queried the trio of students who were walking to the bus with me. They shared their answers but the 7th grade boy whose name I don’t know made me do a double-take. “I learned about Ebola!” he said excitedly. “Oh yeah? That’s cool!” “But…

First Day Back

Today was the first day back after what felt like months of snow days. But also somehow felt like not enough time off. You probably know the feeling? I was out of practice. My students were out of practice. We were a mess. I couldn’t quite remember when to take them to snack. They couldn’t…

Ice-Skating With My Students

Quick departure from the usual theme; this story is too much not to tell you about. Unbeknownst to me until about five weeks ago, I live sorta near an ice skating rink. I mentioned this casually to a couple of people I know, and one of them suggested that we go ice-skating together. We’ve known each…

A Basketball Field Trip: The Good, the Great, and the Ugly

“Here’s my permission slip Ms!” D called as he jogged up to me and the group of nine 8th grade boys standing next to me. Just in time! We were all headed to the Harvard men’s basketball game against Cornell and we were about to miss the bus. “Alright let’s go, folks! We have a bus…