what they will remember

As I've been writing these posts about all of my experiences as a teacher and interactions with my students, I stopped and paused to reflect on what I remember of my teachers. Immediately, I go back to my fourth grade year. I don't remember a ton from that year - mostly certain smells, colors, and…

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a memory

As I was sitting on my porch doing nothing for 45 minutes, which I talk about in my last post, "nostalgia", I recalled a special memory. It goes like this: Most of the windows in the house are open. It's late afternoon in midsummer on Winterberry Circle, just about suppertime. It's that time of the…