November/December 1998
Teacher Magazine, Vol. 10, Issue 03
Education
Fire Power
When two boys burned the high school in Cross Plains, Texas, the town was left asking why.
Education
Opinion
Giving Schools The Business
| Since the turn of the century, the corporate world has guided American education. Is that best for kids? |
Education
Opinion
Perspective: Turning Point
A number of reform-minded urban superintendents would not hesitate
to answer this question--though probably not publicly.
Education
Opinion
My Favorite Year
Whenever I meet kids in 2nd grade, I ask what they're doing in school. Are you learning fractions? Can you spell automobile? Do you follow current events, read chapter books, write stories, have a class pet? It's been 30 years since my own days in 2nd grade, but I remember them with great fondness. Why? Because my 2nd grade teacher was the best teacher I ever had.
Education
Opinion
The Color of Justice
| When a black kid gets roughed up by a white cop, his teacher and classmates get a lesson they'll never forget. |
Education
Letter to the Editor
Letters
I disagree with some of Dr. Lawrence Diller's comments in "Driven To Distraction" [October]. I have a lot of experience with attention deficit disorder: My husband of 25 years and two of my children have ADD, and they were all diagnosed well before it became so popular among physicians.
Doctor's Orders
I disagree with some of Dr. Lawrence Diller's comments in "Driven To Distraction" [October]. I have a lot of experience with attention deficit disorder: My husband of 25 years and two of my children have ADD, and they were all diagnosed well before it became so popular among physicians.
Education
Opinion
Overboard
That June, when I came home for the hols after my first year at St. Cuthbert's, my old governess, Becky Sharp, ragged me about Regatta Day before I could even unhasp my tuck box. My madcap cousin Reggie had bought a new sloop and was hellbent on burnishing the patriarchal escutcheon. No Janko had won the Cowes Regatta Cup since 1894, when an ill wind had wafted my great-great grandfather, Sir Windsock Janko, and his oaken trireme across the finish line in record time. The upcoming race was also to be a gala family reunion; my great-uncle, the Marquis of Netherlip, would be down from Droppings, and my mother's side had already decamped from Newport and Saratoga, and . . .