Yesterday marked the end of the first week back at school. Today, the beginning of the ruthless, unending ocean of grades. We are in it once again, and there is no land anywhere in sight. With students back in my classroom, and a stack of essays on my desk, the reality of the situation is suddenly immeasurably real, immediate, and, yes, rather terrifying. That it calls to me, like a drug? August 9, 2015.

I grew up listening to people talk about how talented this person was or how talented that person was. There would be a literal conversation about how talented someone was. These conversations ensued, when I would play the piano. Inevitably, someone would tell me how talented I was. There is room for all of us. I am finding my way through the maze of post election celebrations and post election depression.

Sometimes I end up with two, or even three, different copies, because when it comes to letters even newsletters one size simply does. Promoting Transformational Education around the World. The Stranger in our Midst.