I’m early in my education career, but I know, for all my anxieties and shortcomings, that I was—am—a good teacher. I care ...

I just finished my 66th, and last, semester of teaching high school English. A few years ago, as part of being a mentor to a new teacher, I wrote a letter to my first-year teaching self, then gave it ...

My real name is Maria Luz, but my teacher changed it to MaryLou. I still go by it decades later because it's part of my identity.

This story was originally published by Chalkbeat. Sign up for their newsletters at ckbe.at/newsletters. This is my first year as a teacher and I’m teaching sixth grade, so both my students and I are ...

Rachel Volk left her teaching job after struggling with virtual teaching during the pandemic. She took a job in corporate training but quit to go back to the classroom after a year. She said she ...

The halls were quiet when I stepped into Huntsville High School. The lockers were closed, the floors were polished, and the walls were bare of student work or announcement flyers. My first day as an ...

(This is the final post in an eight-part series. You can see Part Two here, Part Three here, Part Four here, Part Five here, Part Six here, Part Seven here, and Part Eight here.) The new question of ...

During one of my first teaching gigs, I nearly walked off the job. I was teaching at a preschool. Tuesdays and Thursdays were the 3-year-olds, and Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays were the 4-year-olds.

During sessions of “The Girls Room,” which I established during my first teaching job as a safe space for high school Black girls to be seen and celebrated, we read novels like “The Skin I’m In” by ...

I thought it was unrealistic to have to call all families during the first weeks of school. But it did make a difference in ...