As the last two weeks of summer went by, I met with old and new teaching colleagues. I reminisced over dinner with a teacher who taught across the hall from me at the school I left last year. I laughed over lunch with a nurturing and seasoned paraprofessional from that school. And I sent back-to-school packages to students from last year’s class, piecing together some books, erasers, and pencils. What did I realize? It’s difficult to move on. Especially as a new teacher.
A Historic St. Louis school struggles to survive
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It's called the oldest high school to graduate Black students west of the
Mississippi River. Sumner High School opened in 1875. There's been an
ongoing fig...
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