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Just a Game

There’s this game I play with my students on the first day of school, where I ask them near the end of the class to write down something they think they know about me. It’s a task I assign for several purposes, most of which are self-serving. I want to take my students’ temperature, see... Continue Reading →

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Top 5: Well, That Was Awkward

Despite my sometimes crippling anxiety in public situations, I feel like I’m a pretty socially-adjusted human being. But interacting with other people doesn’t always go right for me. What follows are my Top 5 most awkward moments. 5 - Don’t Fence Me In I had a very suburban upbringing: cub scouts, little league, youth group... Continue Reading →

How Does one Yeet, exactly?

It’s finally summer, a prize every teacher squints at through the long, dark tunnel of the school year. As I spend my final days decluttering the smoldering trash heap that once resembled a classroom, I find it helpful to reflect on the year and give myself a chance to celebrate my accomplishments and identify areas... Continue Reading →

At the Schoolhouse Gate

At 7 p.m., shit is getting intense. There’s an increased urgency in the newsroom as the staff’s 8 o’clock deadline approaches. Editors piston between reporters shouting final copy and design corrections so they can put the pages to bed. “Okay, let’s look at this lead,” the editor-in-chief says to the news editor, the lenses of... Continue Reading →

House Destruction Party

There are fewer adolescent rites of passage more iconic than the house party. Generations of teens feel a compulsion to celebrate their newfound rebellion with these block-shaking ragers, perhaps in the hopes their names can be immortalized in the hallowed halls of suburban lore. Like most my age, I watched the “parents are gone, let’s... Continue Reading →

Jelly-Filled Rebellion

The first thing you need to understand is that as a teenager, I was basically Millhouse Van Houten. Among my friend group, I assumed the role of the nervous Nelly, the killjoy, the “I don’t think we should be doing this, you guys” guy.  Most of my friends thought it was because I was a... Continue Reading →

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