Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
So let me say it out loud. "I love the 8th graders. All of them."
But that said and done, I’m glad they’re in their homes tonight and I’m in mine. Goodnight, kids!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
And that begins with little steps like this like American kids gathered in a living room in Nicaragua listening with rapt attention to how things went down, working and creating with the folks here and learning what it means to be a compassionate human being. Backed by knowledge and truth and aiming for love and beauty. As the old song says:
“Don’t know much about history, don’t know much about geometry…
But I do know that if I love you and I know that if you love me too,
what a wonderful world this would be.”
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Shake the administrators by the shoulders and shout, "How dare you deprive my children of the tools of artistic expression?! I demand reinstating recess!! My child is not a cog in your testing machine— stop it now!! Why aren't you paying the music teachers double—do you realize how hard they work and how important that work is?!!"
And administrators, listen to them. Unless they talk about banning cross-dressing day, songs about poppies, occasional gender line-ups and Beethoven's Ode to Joy. Then suggest to them that they take a trip with helium balloons tied to their lawn chair.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
While the outside world keeps trying to box schools in and reduce the whole adventure to papers computers can correct, we’re holding on to that thread that runs as far back as ancient Greece, as far away as Brazil, as close as our innate urge to revel, celebrate, publicly proclaim our joy with our neighbors, connect with sound and color and motion and just generally have a damn good time! All within school hours. While other schools are racing to the top, we’re dancing down the mountain and ain’t it fine!