. . . anarchy is loosed upon the World. . . .

How many times, oh Lord, will I be called upon to repost this piece of writing? Once was too much. Now, the world is engulfed in the kind of horrific chaos no novelist could ever hope to duplicate. Not again. … Continue reading

Teachers and The Knack

Mamacita says: There is a knack to teaching middle and high school students that some teachers never quite learn. I’m not sure it can be learned; it might be an art, a talent one must have at birth. For want … Continue reading

What Do I Really Want To Do In My Classroom?

Mamacita says:  Finally.  Someone has finally asked me a question I’ve wished for years someone would ask.  It’s a question that’s right up there with Ed McMahon asking if he could come inside and give me a surprise. (Shut up, … Continue reading

Do a little dance, make a little rum, Italian Ice! Italian Ice!

Mamacita says:  I’m pretty much living on Diet Coke. But that’s okay, because, in the words of Credence Clearwater Revival: There’s a bathroom on the right. You know how you always think you can drive well even though you’re so … Continue reading