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“Dear Teachers: Your Students Need You to Adopt a Social Justice-Oriented Mindset”

Adobe Express Visual Excerpt  (personal piece) “Dear Teachers: Your Students Need You to Adopt a Social Justice-Oriented Mindset”  By Savannah Cadiz So, why am I in the field of education?  I refrain from using the word “woke” when it comes to describing my stance toward education. It is not my term to claim. As many of us know, America has a history of erasing, appropriating, and weaponizing culture and history-- and I refuse to take part in the same ideology that informed the malpractice of the doctor who told my second-grade-educated mother that speaking our native Filipino dialect would “confuse” her children and cost them academically. So, one might say that my pedagogy is my identity and values in action. It is in my DNA to resist, educate, and liberate. So, why are you in the field of education?  Think about it-- what makes you endure the endless mandates, the potential danger, the (extreme) lack of pay, or that staff member whose abrasive personality is ...

The Appeal of the Process: Using Exemplars in Secondary ELA

  The Appeal of the Process: Using Exemplars in Secondary ELA

Readying to Do the Work of the Educator

  Readying to Do the Work of the Educator

Short Essays on Grief - Puja

Burn Last night, I fell asleep wishing for the world to burn.  The truth is, grief did not make me strong or loving or heroic.  It did not give me purpose. It did not provide reason. It did not give me clarity.  Grief is grotesque. It ravaged me from the inside out.  And when my grief bubbles up in my throat - I wish for the world to burn.  Because I am shackled to my grief. It is a straightjacket of hopelessness, of anguish, of rage, of guilt. Burn . It would be easier if it all burned .  Today, I woke up with a quieter grief.  A quiet grief that is nestled deep in my bones.  A grief that is one with the marrow.  A grief that cradles me in her lap, whispering, someday you will see that I am love . It’s been five years since I said goodbye to you, baby brother.  I didn’t think I'd make it 5 minutes.  But I did.  Then I didn't know if I'd make it in five hours, but I did. Then five days, five weeks, five months, and five years....

Maybe We've Been Wrong - Puja

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Maybe We've Been Wrong

Into the Deep

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