Genius Freak

Had a great afternoon today talking with teachers about teaching. It's always so inspiring and invigorating to share the room with such passion and dedication to the craft. Here's a link to the materials I brought to share, and also to the website for my classes. (It's a work in progress - there's not much there yet.) Materials Video English 235            235 Online (English 235)      If you were at the session today and you want to see some more materials, just send me an email. kmueller@centralregional.net

This was my final OP for the 2015-2016 school year. Maybe because I have been thinking about how I can do more with poetry next year, it came out more poemy than usual. #235ForLife The end of years is always hard for me And joyful. Hard because endings are not my thing And because we are approaching Inevitably The end of this joyfully intoxicating congregation The spirit of exploration Swashed around in inspiration Taken in and down with honey and august. We landed here together 350 days ago or so, nervous, or excited (depending on the lighting) with a whole lot of time and a realm of possibility laid out ahead of us. Now, all but behind us, An inhale, and an exhale, and it’s time to move ahead again. Because though we worked a lot, there is always more to know. Always more to figure out. Always more to sketch into to the drawing of our lives. And in a time when it seems like there is so much So much that doesn’t make sense, ...

One of the positive things that came out of Superstorm Sandy for me, is a new ease in letting go of things. (Ok, maybe ease is not the right word. I mean, if you look around my classroom, most of what adds the personality to the room as been gifted to it, or me, over the last 10 years or so.) But in the short span of time since the catastrophic wave with which Sandy turned my home into into a host for growing fuzzy mold and my stuff into a floating garbage heap, both of my parents have passed away. It’s been a rough three years, and a lot of stuff to let go of. But, like I said, Sandy left me with a newly honed ability to purge things. It was with that purging skill at full throttle that I was tearing through the desk in my office and I came upon a small square sticky-note unanonymously anonymous, upon which the sticky note writer had left me this:.  “You know how we all want an August Boatwright in our lives? Well, you’re mine.” Much as I love that thought, and hope that s...