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English Teacher and Teach For America Corps Member on Rosebud Reservation, South Dakota. Tut -tut, it looks like Change. Not Perfect, Just Inspiring. And so I give to you. This is how the year ends. Not with a bang, but with a movie and a worksheet.
South Dakota, here we come. Living and teaching on the Pine Ridge Reservation. Sunday, August 17, 2008. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Tim Golden asked me a few weeks ago for my end-of-TFA thoughts. This blog has been gathering dust in the corner. Which is open to broad interpretation, of course.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012. She loved her first year of college. The guy from the video. Was back on leave from the army. His son is a toddler now. The silent student transferred from the college where I visited her to one closer to home. She wanted to be able to visit for a couple of years, anticipating a greater distance when she goes to grad school. One of my blueberry girls.
Teaching Science in rural South Dakota. Jumbo pixie sticks and pickles. My apologies reader, one of the things i worried about when i started this blog was that i woul.
All it takes is a a little faith, and a lot of heart. Sunday May 31, 2009. Amy and I just got back from a lovely tromp on the prairie. Amy and I are out there every day, and I had never heard anything like it. Through the branches, I saw Amy ki.
It was the return of the good doctor today. The city worker should follow suit! And get out of bed. It was a nice recreational run. We turned around a little early so as not to re-injure the doctor or my aching, non-healing heel. After just a mile down the road we spotted a bright yellow jacket, clean shaven old guy pushing himself just slightly below cardiac arrest.
My shenanigans as a TFA Corp Member teaching on Pine Ridge. Sorry, no posts matched your criteria. 8212; The Connections Theme. Tales from Allen, SD. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.
How Did This Happen? Just another WordPress. Unless one is an actual cowboy, one simply does not wear fitted jeans on the rez. I learned this lesson fast and hard.
All it takes is a a little faith, and a lot of heart. Sunday May 31, 2009. Amy and I just got back from a lovely tromp on the prairie. Amy and I are out there every day, and I had never heard anything like it. Through the branches, I saw Amy ki.
Why we do what we do. At some point or another in the last month I set my blog to remind me to write, semi-unsuccessfully thus far. Sometimes all it takes is the right combination of words at the right time.