Like many expat kids, my boys attend an international school. And while it has rubrics and complicated assessments instead of grades and smart boards instead of chalk, it is a school in the most traditional sense. There are students and teachers and classrooms. There are principals and secretaries and forms. There are discordant recorder sounds…
Tag: education
Blurred Lines
There has always been what I call a ‘soft’ boundary between home and school. It’s the reason kids don’t see their teachers as working or why they don’t understand that taking an eraser from the supply closet without permission is, in reality, no different from taking an eraser from a store without paying for it. Ideally, home and…
It Only Takes One to Make a Difference
This weekend I saw an obituary notice for Ernestine M. Tulumello, fondly regarded by fourth graders at Stall Brook Elementary School as Mrs. T. As decades worth of her students reminisced and remembered her on Facebook, I was reminded of the many reasons why, as a teacher, she was so loved. We’ve all had teachers…
Lessons My Six Year Old Has Taught Me
Last week we attended a Kunst og Kultur open house. Though it sounds sort of dirty, Kunst og Kultur is simply Art and Culture, and the open house was the culmination of my first grade son’s recent unit of study. We parents sat in folding chairs in the cafeteria and clutched cups of coffee. The children…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 