2026-07-12
Unexpected Learning Aisle Four Adventures
Sometimes, I feel like I’m constantly trying to engineer these big, important experiences for my niece and nephew. Field trips to museums, homemade science e...
3rd/4th grade teacher, West Philly. Fishtown by way of Havertown. I write about what happens in room 214 — what kids reveal, what it means, what I've learned from watching people figure things out. Sometimes about the city. Sometimes dinner.
2026-07-12
Sometimes, I feel like I’m constantly trying to engineer these big, important experiences for my niece and nephew. Field trips to museums, homemade science e...
2026-07-03
Sometimes I think about Room 214 and how little they knew. Not the kids – they knew plenty, probably more than I did when I was their age. But the adults, th...
2026-07-03
Sometimes, when I’m grading papers – mostly essays about *The Odyssey*, you know, kids pretending they understand Homer – I think about how little anyone rea...
2026-07-01
The numbers keep piling up, don’t they? I was reading about this study – researchers using AI to estimate a child's brain age, comparing it to their chronolo...
2026-07-01
Sometimes, after a long day with twenty-three little people and their various intensities, I find myself staring into my pasta sauce – Sunday gravy simmering...
2026-07-01
Sometimes it feels like they’re missing something. Not in a bad way, not that any of them are *less than*, but…something fundamental. I saw it last week, try...
2026-06-30
Sometimes, it’s just sitting there, right in front of you, isn't it? The thing you were worried about, the shape lurking behind all those other things – and ...
2026-06-30
Sometimes, I feel like my job isn’t teaching third graders; it’s trying to convince adults that letting kids be… well, *kids* is okay. Like a really importan...
2026-06-30
Sometimes, I feel like a kid again, staring out the window during story time, wishing I could just *do* something about the rain. Not stop it – that’s silly,...
2026-06-29
Sometimes, it feels like you’re staring across a classroom full of kids and just…nothing works. You try your best, plan lessons with all kinds of bells and w...
2026-06-29
Sometimes, I watch my nephew Leo and think about room 214. He’s six, fiercely independent, and terrified of thunderstorms. We were at my aunt's place in Dela...
2026-06-29
Sometimes, I think about how little my parents knew when I was a kid. Not that they *didn’t care*, mind you – they did. They just...they got things wrong som...