Counting Minutes or Changing Lives?
Counting Minutes or Changing Lives? An honest look at what really makes teaching meaningful. Now that I’m no longer in the classroom, I find myself looking back with fresh eyes. Teaching gave me so many beautiful memories, but it also opened my eyes to some realities I never expected. One of the biggest surprises […]
Silent Voices
Silent Voices Give them a voice, but they remain voiceless They say they want to speak,yet when the floor is theirs,a hush fills the room,not power, but retreat. I’ll pass. Come back to me;Do I have to? Not today.Chains not of iron, but thought,hold them tighter than history’s yoke. A voice unusedbecomes a whisper,a whisper […]
Playtime: Is It Disappearing from Our Schools?
Playtime: Is It Disappearing from Our Schools? How we’re raising a generation that can scroll but not skip I grew up at a time in Jamaica when playtime was sacred. It was the heartbeat of the school day. It was a time to laugh, run, and connect. Whether skipping rope under a mango tree, chasing […]
You Can’t Solve Word Problems If You Can’t Read the Words
You Can’t Solve Word Problems If You Can’t Read the Words When Half the Students “Fail,” the System Has Already Failed Every year we hear the same story dressed in new language: students are struggling in math, scores are low, and the ministry is “concerned.” Now we learn that only 51% of Grade 6 and 58% of Grade […]
Teaching Through December: Why the Learning Must Not Stop
Teaching Through December: Why the Learning Must Not Stop Build Connections and Appreciation in December Every year, as December rolls around, something subtle begins to shift in some classrooms. The lights get a little brighter, the hallways a little louder, and the students… well, some of them start drifting into “holiday mode.” Teachers, too, can […]
Empathy: The Heartbeat of Humanity
Empathy: The Heartbeat of Humanity Are we building a culture of care? If Only We Could Feel If only we could feel the ache,Behind another’s eyes;The hunger that a smile can’t fake,The quiet, unheard cries. If only we could pause our run,And see through someone’s view;We’d realize beneath the sun,Their story could be ours too. […]