Education
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Labels: How I Interacted with Them, Where They Come From, What They Mean to Me The following is adapted from a presentation I gave in my Chicanx/Latinx Language & Identity class. Enjoy. Or don’t. It’s whatever. Americano: If I had asked my grandmother what I was, she’d say “americano.” This was her mindset. She was Continue reading
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Life and Learning: A Small Update
After reading Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire, the teaching bug has reared its ugly little head again. The teaching bug that I once forced out of my head midway through my undergraduate years after taking a sociology of education course and hating every second of it. Especially after learning the inner workings of Continue reading
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Poetry Break
This probably isn’t my first time posting Suli Breaks – this poem especially. There’s something about it that speaks to a younger me, while appealing the present me. It’s no secret that my outlook on public school is dismal at best. In the years since I’ve been a student, little has changed. The technology is Continue reading
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The Introduction to “Jump-Starting Boys” by Pam Withers & Cynthia Gill
Everyone knows boys are falling behind girls in education. And that has lots of people, especially educators and politicians, busy pointing fingers and engaging in loud discussions. Largely left out of this discussion are parents of boys, who are perhaps more aware than anyone that their bright, eager sons hit an invisible wall somewhere near Continue reading
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“Wild card, got it…Whatever you need me to be, I’m that thing. That is so me.”
Technology is great, isn’t it? Today, I watched Christopher Healy address sixty students (students from St. Matthews and Oxford Reynosa) via Skype. The students gathered today to discuss his debut novel, The Hero’s Guide to Saving Your Kingdom. I take responsibility for that, by the way. After reading the book in November, I forced my Continue reading
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There have been times where I’m convinced that my mind is anything but well. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard the rule of thumb–if you have to ask, then you’re not crazy. Still, there are times when I find myself thinking crazy things. Instead of acting on every whim, I write them down and Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 