Reflective Practitioner

Ever since I started teaching, my mother has told me that I need to write a book. 

A book including the kid who fell asleep in class and only woke up when he heard a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos opening.   A book including the noble, popular 8th grader who stuck up for a class geek and put his friends in their place.  A book including the "Mad Pooper"--the kid who decided school waste baskets were for his personal waste.  Oh, I have stories. 

A book.

Here's how many pages I have written in that book:

Zero.

So, let's start small, shall we? 

A blog.  A place to keep my ideas, reflect on my classes, and plan for improvement. 

A reflective practitioner.

I will be a reflective practitioner.