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Sunday, December 10, 2006
Miles Davis
I was looking through one of my Black Notebooks and I found a short note: "Only God would request Miles Davis at three in the morning." I must have been listening to college radio at the time.
I listen to Miles Davis in my classroom. All my kids know what jazz is and well being that Miles is the only one they've heard they love him! And Mozart too - jazz and classical. My kids are smart.
also wanted to add something small, stupid (I originally wrote "student" I guess that being a teacher has complete destroyed the word "stupid" from my vocabulary, I think it's a good thing) and beautiful. But I'm not sure if I will make it sound as pretty as you write yours.
I'm watching a struggling student try to write "Santa" the other day. His S wouldn't stand up straight, his stem was on the either side of the a and he kept forgetting the n. I lightly wrote out Santa at the top of his paper. I told him he could trace mine before he started out on his own. As I watched my student trace over my own letters that I had so carefully written I realized that I'm teaching these kids how to write. They will write these letters forever, over and over again. I forget sometimes how beautiful it is to know that I'm part of these students' lives.
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I listen to Miles Davis in my classroom. All my kids know what jazz is and well being that Miles is the only one they've heard they love him! And Mozart too - jazz and classical. My kids are smart.
also wanted to add something small, stupid (I originally wrote "student" I guess that being a teacher has complete destroyed the word "stupid" from my vocabulary, I think it's a good thing) and beautiful. But I'm not sure if I will make it sound as pretty as you write yours.
I'm watching a struggling student try to write "Santa" the other day. His S wouldn't stand up straight, his stem was on the either side of the a and he kept forgetting the n. I lightly wrote out Santa at the top of his paper. I told him he could trace mine before he started out on his own. As I watched my student trace over my own letters that I had so carefully written I realized that I'm teaching these kids how to write. They will write these letters forever, over and over again. I forget sometimes how beautiful it is to know that I'm part of these students' lives.
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