Looking Forward to School Starting...

The summer winds down and we look ahead to a new school year.

What will it bring?

What will we learn?

These questions revolve around what we are willing to invest in ourselves.

Each year I set goals not only for my students but for myself as a teacher. This year I would like to focus my energies on helping my students be as independent as possible...and by this I mean having them be an integral part of what they are learning. It is the responsibility for one's learning that produces the the longest lasting effect.

I look forward to this year. I look forward to meeting the next group of kids to traverse through Room 202. I know that this year, being my 11th year teaching and my 17th year working with kids and families, that we will all benefit from a atmosphere of shared goals; common goals.

While I haven't yet met my students, my sights are set upon developing a relationship with each and every one of them...a relationship built on trust, mutual respect, and a willingness to take a risk.

Mr. C

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Looking Out

Looking Out Originally written May 27, 2015 Lightly edited for clarity in August 2026. Just hours ago, my students left. They are on their way to summer adventures, family time, and friends. Just as quickly as they walked into my life, they walked out again. Yet each of them will always be a part of my life. When a school year begins, my new students are just that—students. They arrive as a group, and at first there is little that distinguishes them beyond their physical appearance. They are quiet, reserved, and and still unknown to me. During those first few days, I snap a picture of each one, not yet knowing who they really are. I work to learn their names and match each one to a classroom number. I try to figure out who knows whom from the neighborhood. I share pieces of my own life, hoping they'll eventually share theirs. Time meanders on. Slowly, they begin to let their light shine. Slowly, they begin to share what's important to them. Slowly, I'm afforded the opportu...

Art & Science

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Running...

Running... Original post written on August 18, 2012. Minor changes for clarity made in Aug 2026. Twelve years. That's how long I have been teaching at Lincoln. Twelve years. That's how long I have taken the same route from my house to school. In that time I have seen many houses for sale, then sold. Some were torn down to make room for a new house, a new family, and new students. I've seen the streets that I traverse through Elmhurst being ripped apart and rebuilt to make them safer and more driver friendly, not to mention more car-friendly. Twelve years. I've seen high school kids standing on corners, waiting for the school bus to pick them up for school. Some of them recognize my car while others recognize me as their former teacher. Most of them, however, probably do not pay much attention to me as I pass by. Among all that I see, Monday through Friday mornings there is an unmistakable figure, usually two blocks ahead of me on Fairfield. He is a man. He has slightly ...

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