Observations are not always fun, but for some bizarre reason that tickles God’s feet, folks paradoxically show up to visit precisely when something’s going magically well. I’m going to file this one away and re read it when things fall apart during the 90 days of March before Spring Break.
I bring Goblin into the classroom because he reminds me who I want to be as a teacher.
A student cannot claim a destiny in a room that doesn’t claim them back.
I gamify because games taught me what school forgot: failure is the doorway to mastery, struggle unlocks our Limit Breaks, and every child deserves a classroom where revival is always possible.
Welcome home, fellow educator! Here you’ll find stories, abolitionist practices, guild rituals, political classroom questions, and small blessings for the road. This is our sanctuary, our commons, our circle. Welcome home, Teacher. You’re not alone.