Today was my first day of teaching in the Fall semester. I got a glimpse of the students I will spend my class days with over the next four months. I can tell already that I am going to laugh an awful lot with this bunch. And truth be told, that is a critical component [...]
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God bless the music teachers…
Tonight was Cheyenne's last 8th grade orchestra concert. The final orchestra concert of each school year in West Fargo is always the all-city concert. Grades 6-12 come together at the high school and play a few pieces individually as a grade grouping (6th, 7th, 8th, and 9-12) and then they play one piece all together. [...]
Another year, another love affair…
Well here we are - another school year begins. With each new school year comes new faces and new relationships...and for me, yet another love affair. It all started in August 2010 when I first met the members of STEM's 6th grade teaching team. They were all young, engaged, and committed to creating an educational experience like [...]
I grade, therefore I am.
I am in the throes of end-of-the-semester grading. Oh joy. I am not a huge fan of grading, but I am an educator at a higher education institution and with that identity comes grading. I wish I could just give all my students a simple pass or fail based on their commitment and effort, but [...]
I am outcome-focused…
I missed Parade Magazine's annual report on the amount of money folks across the U.S. make. I wasn't all that disappointed about missing it as it always left me feeling like a loser - well, at least as far as income goes. But then I remind myself that not everything is about money and I move on. The [...]
Five hours…
One can learn a lot in five hours. A lot about oneself, life, and the universe. Today I went with the 7th graders from STEM on their outing to help serve the community. You may recall me writing about this last week. I promised to report on whether Cheyenne chose to mitigate or distance - she [...]
The artful stalking of Mr. Wegscheid…
I was out school shopping with Cheyenne last week when she put her hand in front of her mouth (to avoid any lip readers in the vicinity from understanding her covert message) and whispered in a hushed voice intended only for me (but still heard by many), "That is my art teacher over there." I had to [...]
THE NEW FORTY 