Alternate Gift Ideas

If you haven't already spent your life savings on Black Friday or Cyber Monday, I have some ideas for you. A lot of us have too much stuff - at least in this country. Instead, it might be nice to do something good - something that is necessary and might not happen otherwise - in someone's honor.

Some ideas:

Big Brothers Big Sisters - you can donate your time or money to help kids who really need it.

Donors Choose - you can choose the type of project you want to fund, according to what your loved one would appreciate. (I greatly benefited from this site when I was a classroom teacher)

Kiva- microloans, and you can give gift cards so your loved one can choose what to loan money to.

Faith Network - an organization that helps public schools in Oakland and the surrounding area. (It's a Christian organization but they don't proselytize. They do teach reading and writing, which is a huge help.)

I also have very close ties with an orphanage in Mexico that doesn't have a website but does really good work with kids who are essentially thrown away, and survives completely on donations. Email me or leave a comment if you want information on how to donate to them - I'd love to give it to you.

Think about it - wouldn't you love if someone helped one of these groups in your honor?

One year ago: Off Topic: Travel Photos

Three years ago: Seriously?

Four years ago: The Mr. Smith Papers
Report Card Madness

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A Loss

(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.

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A New Prison, Part 1

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