One of my students read one of her stories aloud today. It was about her education in a one room schoolhouse in northern Minnesota. They had no electricity and the teacher would call them back from recess by playing a John Phillip Sousa song on her windup record player. It kind of blew my mind.
Friday, September 19, 2008
It's electric
One of my students read one of her stories aloud today. It was about her education in a one room schoolhouse in northern Minnesota. They had no electricity and the teacher would call them back from recess by playing a John Phillip Sousa song on her windup record player. It kind of blew my mind.
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Hey Sis, Where are you teaching at? I feel bad that I am your brother and don't know this.
I'm teaching writing at a retirement home. Just every other week. And no worries. Dan and Elizabeth asked what you were doing for the military and Eric had to tell them because I got it all wrong. :) I think I have job blindness. I can never remember what anyone does...
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