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16 Days of American Schooling

1. This syllabus is now your God. Don’t act like you weren’t told. Everything is here in black and white. My expectations are clear. You will sign this. Your parents will sign this. You see my late policy. You see our classroom norms. Don’t act like you don’t know, because now you know. 2. I will make my PowerPoints available …

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Thesis Christ

How far reaching are the effects of our “authoritative” insistence that students should always be searching for conclusions? I wonder if there is anything at all, in my life, that I have come to a complete, definitive, absolute conclusion about. What happens to the development of young learners when we insist an “illusion of mastery”? When I heard Maxine Greene …

old backyard

Where I’m From

I’m from lean-in-while-you-eat and tidy-up and get-down-let-ye! I’m from table saws and tape measures, from concrete dust and splinters embedded in my father’s calloused hands. I’m from money today and none tomorrow, from don’t-be-around-while-he’s-paying-the-bills. I’m from Hot 97 and K-Rock from NJ Transit and mega malls. I’m from little league playgrounds and super wedgies, from bangers and mash and sausage …

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White-Boy-Raps-So-Bad

His name tells of how it was with him. he seemed to be very, very confused. We were afraid that his Irish would be lost, that he would start breakdancing at family reunions while his uncles played the fiddle and his cousins stepped the jig or that he might tilt his hat so far sideways that his freckles would start …

sun window

Mary’s Room

Mirror, I am too grown for you. I no longer speak the language of glass, don’t know how to linger like the particles of dust that you catch in the slices of sun cutting through the window. You have forgotten how to open me up, how to navigate the wilderness that grows between my ribs. You have forgotten my youth, …

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I am not Trayvon Martin

I am not Trayvon Martin I am not writing an affirmation poem I am not anywhere the sunlight goes I am not socially constructed I am not blind to color I am not living in a post-racial America I am not cotton money I am not Katrina I am not Emmet Till I am not wide awake I am not …

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My Name (after Sandra Cisneros)

My name is royalty. Brian was a King of Ireland. I don’t’ know when. I don’t know what kind of ruler he was. I only know his name. We are forever linked in that way. When I was younger, I was Little Brian. My father, Big Brian. I remained Little Brian until I grew taller than Big Brian. Our names …