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BLOGGING QUESTIONS

I am a teacher by trade.  I love my job; I truly love teaching.  I love my students most of the time.  When I cannot, there is someone who can, and I love one of his/her hard to love students.  Teaching is sharing, a give and take of soul and ideas and time and knowledge and love.

Teaching does not occur in isolation.  My classroom may be my refuge, but if I do not seek out others, there will be times when I will become overwhelmed, lost, and discouraged.  I cannot teach without students.  Even with students, I cannot teach without their permission!  Yes, I believe that my students give me permission to teach them, and that I gain that permission by respecting them as individuals, and by becoming interested in their worlds.  Much easier said than done, but when done, boy, do my students learn.

So, I am a teacher by trade, and?  I am a poet at heart.  What does that have to do with a blog post?  EVERYTHING!  I am a poet, I write short, figurative pieces.  They make a point, they create an image or a feeling quickly, and then you the reader, may ponder.  I am not sure poetry translates well into blogging as a teacher, but I will try.

The title here is BLOGGING QUESTIONS.   The questions are mine.
What do I have to blog about?
How will this blog be different than the hundreds of other teacher blogs that are out there?
How will I capture and hold your attention?
What is it that you would like in a blog that is not already out there?

I keep trying to become a better teacher, to reach all my students.  I keep reading and learning, watching and implementing, trying out and tossing aside, and working with other talented teachers to become the best teacher I can be.

I just hope to inspire my students and my fellow teachers as much as they have inspired me.

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