In response to an essay written by a Florida teacher, we were encouraged to write a similar piece. I will never be wealthy enough to impact governmental policy.

Today was another day of writing, reading, blogging, thinking, and reflecting. I reported on another of her books.

Sure, there are occasions when grammar is secondary, such as when writing text messages, poetry, scripts and other forms of creative writing. But, for the most part following grammatical rules is non-negotiable. It may also be a matter of life and death.

Writing from the heart, sharing from the heart. How fun this morning log was and we learned that Pam can sing, as well as write! We had our writing groups first thing when we first came into the classroom and we also shared pieces we had been writing with our colleagues. I shared my piece entitled.

Language is like a tree. It varies in type, depth, and extent. It changes with season, mood, and location. It requires basic necessities to thrive and grow. It can adapt with its surroundings, changing to meet needs or dying out and becoming extinct. I really enjoyed the writing activity we did today during our technology hour. I love that the writing prompt was started for us in simile style, and we were given time to f.

I am grateful for the time we had to write today. I feel like my writing has come so far over these past weeks. I may not be a gifted writer, but I have more confidence in my writing than ever before, and I am certain that the improvements I have made personally will help make me a better teacher. June 21, 2010 Reflection. Another good demonstration today! I am excited.

I Am What I Am. None of that spinach for me! Give me a good, healthy serving of essays and my superpowers emerge! I am a TEACHER.

Learning to write, writing to learn. Most children love their fathers. I believe father was a challenging role for my dad; a supporting role. He was always on the set and rarely missed his lines, but he never stole the show. By the time I actually walked dow.

The reality of being a 20-something child of divorce. Even though we were old enough to have gotten our hearts broken once or twice, to have watched a high school romance fall apart or watched someone we loved walk out of our lives, we held out .