Blackout Poetry

I am about to introduce Blackout poetry to my class for student teaching. Personally, I have been meaning to do this for a while. So when I decided I wanted to teach a lesson on poetry, this was one of the first things that came to mind as I was coming up with activities. This…

Day 1

It feels weird not waking up at 6:30 in the morning and getting ready for the day. I woke up at 8:55 am and thought to myself…’Mrs. Goldberg is out there on the black pavement getting them right now…oh wait…it’s raining. They are probably in the gym waiting for her to come pick them up.’…

Self-reflection during Ramadan 

There are two ways of being tired of eating during Ramadan: One is when you wake up in the middle of night during Seheri and try to shove down as much food as you possibly can so you can keep your fast; even though just four or five hours ago you ate a full course meal. And…

“Song Unsung” by Rabindranath Tagore

Right now, I am struggling a bit to place my thoughts onto paper. I just came across one of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems that describes exactly how I am feeling. I couldn’t have described it any other way. ________________________________________________________ The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days…

Am I Your Mistake?

Just a thought… It is when a mother feels that her child bears a weight on her that the child begins to question his existence. “Have I really become a burden to you, mother? Have I added to your pain without thought? Forgive me. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.”