(I have been putting off finishing this blog post for months. You'll see why) Today, I was cleaning a bookshelf and I found the journal from one of my third-grade students, who I call Fred in my book , in 2001. I still had it because he didn't come to the last day of school to get his stuff this year and I guess it got put in a pile and somehow I've kept it with me. He didn't come to the last day of school, probably because his family was a mess: dad in prison, mom in an abusive relationship, all the kids (understandably) acting out violently. Fred was expelled from our school in second grade for hitting a teacher. Then he was expelled from the other school, I don't know why, at the end of second grade. He came back on the condition from the administration that he be in my class because I had him as a student in first grade and he listened to me and worked well with me. We had a really good relationship, although Fred was definitely not easy to have in class.
Author of Literally Unbelievable: Stories of an East Oakland Classroom
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http://irepp.stanford.edu/projects/cafinance.htm
Annoyingly they release to the press before the public, so we can all be TOLD what the damned things say rather than have any ability to parse it by ourselves.
/fuming.
It might be useful, it might not be, I have no idea. I do know it's big.