As students transition from elementary to high school, teachers have an opportunity to practice gradually releasing control. Restroom privileges are a good place to start.

As a Caribbean immigrant educator, I have had to adapt to the United States in several ways—racially, socially, and academically.

Students want to read stories that matter to them and, most of all, they want to see themselves reflected within the pages of their beloved comics.

It's nice to think of the Internet as a wonderful invention that has made our lives both richer and more efficient. It's a nice notion and it's an accurate one—the Internet has changed our lives for the better. We can now communicate with people from all four corners of the globe. We can share, swap, and gain as much knowledge as we could ever want or need. There are no negatives associated with instant knowledge—or are there?

Ever since I was four years old, I dreamed of becoming a teacher. However, I never saw any teachers who shared aspects of my identities.

My students needed to experience success. And they needed to see that their writing could impact a broader audience than the one held captive each day in their classroom.

The height of the pandemic brought many moments of upheaval and uncertainty, but amidst the tensions, there were also moments of laughter.

It’s said that there is always a blessing in dark times, and this was it: my chance to share my 1970s childhood with 25 children of 2020.

University training prepares educators for a lot of scenarios on the job. But what it doesn’t prepare them for is the inevitable grief that comes with it.