“You don’t get me!” his 15 year-old sons screams hurled through the door. The ensuing banging noise told him that, currently, his son was destroying his room. 44 more words
Haven't posted in awhile, but I read this piece from E.L. DeLeo that was published in a 2013 edition of Alligator Juniper and found it worth sharing. The piece is a memoir of a time DeLeo spent in a mental institution when she was 16 and it's a fine piece of writing. What's more important though, are the questions the memoir should raise in us as teachers. As teachers, are we more like the employees of the hospital, or surfers on the beach? Think about it. Would love to hear your thoughts and talk about this so please leave a comment!