It’s an unfortunately familiar scene in my classroom – one of my students raising their hand, fist balled, ready to land a punch in a dispute over a cup of crayons or the last available tricycle.  When you’re caught in a classroom that bounces back and forth between two distinct languages and it’s your first…

There is something inherently emasculating about revealing oneself as a preschool teacher in conversation with strangers.  It’s always an interesting social experiment, however, and I usually take one of three routes: simply state that I teach pre-K, go vague and say that I work with younger elementary students, or drop the TFA bomb and let…

Applying to Teach For America was easy.  I’m not saying getting in was simple, and I’m definitely not saying that the extensive amount of work required throughout the application process was a walk in the park — what was easy was determining that this organization, this cause, was aligned entirely with the vision I had…