When I was growing up, I dreaded Sunday nights. As soon as 5:00 pm rolled around, a wave of sadness and melancholy descended on me. Sunday nights signalled another week of school was about to start. Sunday nights seemed empty. Stores closed early, and everyone would prepare for another week of work. Sunday nights were a reminder of all that I had planned to do on the weekend, but had never gotten around to. Sunday nights meant a rush of adrenalin as I remembered unfinished homework, or an upcoming test. But on Friday afternoons, Sunday nights seemed far away. Over the years, this feeling has lessened somewhat. I don't feel sad or melancholy quite as often. However, I still panic when I bring home a ton of work to do and never do any of it. This weekend I had a lot of things on my to do list and not one of them got crossed off. I'm going to start my week, the way I ended it: an untouched "to do" list and a heavy bag of unopened books. This week...
This blog is a place to ruminate on the problems of teaching. If I am thinking thoughtfully, my posts will hopefully raise more questions than answers. By problematizing teaching we reflect on those questions that are constantly behind, in front, and at center of everything we do in the classroom. Feel free to comment. I'd love to hear what other teachers are thinking about on these and other issues. Cheers! Elisa