Fear of failure can prevent students from showing what they know on big tests—but a 10-minute writing exercise can help: Helping Students Beat Test Anxiety
Recommended reading: Dear White Teachers: You Can’t Love Your Black Students If You Don’t Know Them
How school leaders should embrace conversations about race and other insights from bestselling author Beverly Daniel Tatum: Why All the Black Kids Are Still Sitting Together in the Cafeteria (Q&A)
On the third day of school, everything kinda stalled.My 9th grade English class and I had plugging along quite nicely the first two days, and that day was no different. Then it happened: I asked a tough question about the story we’d just read.
No hands went up. Silence.
Read on here: Small Lesson Learned: Raised Hands | Stories From School
A reminder from Zaretta Hammond, author of Culturally Responsive Teaching and the Brain.
It happens every February. Yep, Black History Month. Some folks are asking if we should even have a Black History Month. That’s neither here nor there, but there are some things to avoid if this annual commemoration is to have any significance. Here are five guidelines I think we should take special care to follow: Five Things Not to Do During Black History Month | Teaching Tolerance – Diversity, Equity and Justice
I’ve been thinking a lot about joy (since before the elections, by the way)—about how hungry I am for pure, unabashed joy in my life, how aware I am that although gratitude comes very easily to me, I’ve been missing joy. Not just moments, but sustained joy. I’m certainly happy with my life. But happy seems different from joyful. Sometimes, I worry that maybe I just don’t remember what joy feels like and let it pass me by without realizing. Being someone so attuned to gratitude, have I associated joy with some kind of extraordinary feeling in my body, and don’t notice that some moments of gratitude and peace are in fact moments of joy? Does joy have to be BIG, BOLD, LOUD, EXTRAORDINARY? Maybe not, but that’s what I’ve been missing: the exuberance of it compared to being happy. I’ve had some health issues that affected my lightness of being, and the current administration’s daily announcements about decisions that go against all the fibers of my being don’t help. So I am thinking about joy, about how to cultivate joy in my life, how not to become a black hole, how to spread the kind of joy I want to feel around me.
Given all that, the reading below is very timely for me. It’s a good reminder that “students perform better when teachers share in their joy” (this, according to a new study, which doesn’t feel new to me — are we surprised?). Maybe it helps some of you, too.