In an effort to build trust in the classroom, a 3rd grade teacher in Colorado asked her students to write notes about what they wished the teacher knew. She called the assignment, "I Wish My Teacher Knew." The teacher knew what she was facing with many of her students coming from low income households, or single parent famililes. But, when the students returned to class with their assignment done, she didn't expect many of the heartbreaking reponses she received.
Growing up, I was told that education was not something to be taken lightly. My parents reminded us that we were in fact “lucky” to have the opportunity to begin my educational career in the suburbs because of the Chapter 220 program. 30 years ago for my parents, it was a no-brainer to send us to a school 45 minutes away from home because they believed the suburban schools would yield the greatest return on their investment.
For many people, the holidays are a time to reflect, be joyous and spend time with family. For others, like myself, all month, I've been trying to climb out of this dark and depressing place that only December can bring.
It’s engrained in our minds from a young age that the holidays are a time meant for family. The media, the malls and even some employers push the idea that holidays are reserved for everyone coming together and creating memories. But when you’re co-parenting coming together for the holidays may be a little tricky.
When I turned 18, I guess you can say I wasn’t typical. I wasn’t excited to buy a lottery ticket or a pack of cigarettes, I was more excited to become a registered voter. On March 1, 2004, I did just that. And what a year it was! On November 2, 2004, I voted in my first presidential election, Kerry and Bush. It was an exciting time in my life and an exciting time in our country.