Tuesday’s Lessons

[OUT OF THE CLASSROOM]  I recently moved inland to attend graduate school in a town about 57 feet above sea level with a population of 65,000—a 50 foot and 50 thousand person increase from my small, tsunami-risking town. It feels about 50 degrees hotter too. I arrived here with enough time before my Master’s/Credential program…

A Classroom Cow-tastrophe

For the first one-hour and forty-five minutes, Monday’s two-hour freshmen Creative Writing class could not have gone better. My students and I had been writing (to my surprise) with uninterrupted diligence in a hot and stuffy room, pencils to paper, words against time. Our writing activity for the day was something I’d created the night…