Last week, I went to visit the school I used to work at, where my Little Sister attends school. They had just finished standardized testing, and the very wise and probably exhausted teachers at that grade level were giving their students and themselves a bit of a break by having some theme days. One teacher had a Hawaii luau theme. That class called the classroom their hotel, wore leis and sunglasses, and read on beach chairs and towels. (The teacher also told them there was no fighting in Hawaii and that seemed to work!). Another teacher had a camp theme with baseball caps, fake campfires, flashlights, and other fantastic props. The kids seemed so happy and relaxed to have a day out of the ordinary and I honestly wished I had thought of it. I was talking to a couple of the teachers I knew from when I was there (I left 5 years ago next month). We were talking about the differences between now and then. The biggest difference is that the ...
Author of Literally Unbelievable: Stories of an East Oakland Classroom