This is my 26th year as an English teacher.
Now, before you try to do the math to figure out how old that makes me, I'm 25.
Or at least, my husband, Eric, says I don't *look* like I'm a day over 25, and that, my friends, is why I've been married to that smart, smart man for 27 years. We have 2 children, Anna, our college freshman (insert Mom's uncontrollable sobbing here), and Will, our high school junior. We also have Bella, our 5-year-old Jack Russell mix who allows us to share some of the rooms of her house. Speaking of homes, we purchased my childhood home 15 years ago--and have been renovating it ever since. #moreprojectsthanmoney
I dabbled in higher education and management before becoming a high school teacher, and I am Blessed (not #blessed) to have stumbled onto something that I absolutely love. Yates had it right: “Education is not the filling of a pail but the lighting of a fire.” And I’m grateful to those students and colleagues who have kept the fire in this lifelong learner ablaze.
I’m a tech-loving, high school English teacher out to woo my students back to bibliophilia through authentic, real-world tasks. Even with two decades of teaching under my belt, there’s so much left to learn.