Sandra Jackson-Dumont, Cathy Rubin and Randi Weingarten at Oppi Festival Kick Off Call me ma...
This month, the new class of teachers who will enter the education workforce in America's schools will graduate from colleges and universities across the nation. As more teachers retire, our workforce is skewing younger.
Let's start with ourselves. Each of us plays a role regarding minimum wage and must consider the most fundamental elements if we want to effect change.
Now, I'm saluting Frances Myers, the teacher that made the difference for me, in the hopes that her granddaughters, my daughter and anyone who's a student, will appreciate all that the best of our teachers do for us.
Musicians from East Los Angeles have a long tradition of using their talents to draw attention to complex social and political issues.
First, while it's important to acknowledge education's shortcomings, hand-wringing doesn't solve problems. Solutions come by focusing on strength rather than dwelling on weakness.
There will continue to be strong opposition to the Common Core in some quarters, but the fierceness of the opt-out movement in places like New York will hopefully be a temporary entry in the short history of parental civil disobedience.
While I'm certainly proud of the person my son is and even more proud of the person he is on his way to becoming, my husband and I can't take all of the credit.
I hope all students everywhere, and most especially my sons, are gifted with phenomenal teachers like you, who will always be remembered as one who believed. What noble work you do, teachers. Thank you.
Imagine being a teacher and walking into the chemistry lab only to see the room engulfed with the sight of black smoke and the smell of burnt oil due to a chemistry reaction gone wrong.
Every student has one. A favorite teacher. Perhaps yours was an elementary teacher who knew how to make Band-Aids not hurt when they helped you rip on...
I walked into my classroom this morning a bit groggy and bleary-eyed from a terrific weekend -- a weekend not spent grading or lesson planning, but instead, spent with my daughter on a surprise early Mother's Day weekend visit.
I have experienced many moments of gratitude that have changed my life. Yet as I reflect on these moments, one stands out: a moment in the classroom that changed the way I look at my "problems."
The young people of Baltimore are human beings. They are not thugs. They are not leeches on society. They have hopes and dreams. People in Baltimore -- all of them -- are real, live human beings, with real blood flowing through their veins, who are all important to someone and loved by someone.
It may sound cheesy, but I am who I am today because of awesome (and some not-so-awesome) teachers. My second-grade teacher taught me how to be excited about learning. My high school journalism teacher taught me more than I could ever write in a blog post.