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.
Gaza solidarity encampments sweep college campuses, police responses
heighten
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Protests against the war in Israel are sweeping campuses and show no signs
of letting up. We hear from the demonstrators on what they hope to achieve
and h...
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