I just read a thread from teachers who are experiencing the worst part of teaching: being excluded. Folks shared stories of lunch dates made in front of them, being left out of plans, hearing of parties that were held within school for which only certain staff members were invited. It’s about being treated as though one doesn’t exist or matter.

Do I find solace in knowing that I am not the only one, or do I feel saddened by knowing that others are experiencing what I did on a regular basis?


It’s Still A Wonderful Life

Last evening, I had the opportunity to attend a staged radio version of It’s A Wonderful Life at Avon High School. I had not been in the building since the 80’s (I graduated in 1084, and might have voted there in 1988, but it had certainly been over 30 years since I stepped inside the building.) I am grateful for the great learning I experienced at AHS, and especially for Film Lit. with Mr. Arnoldi. That class changed my life.