Stitch-face sat three desks in front of me in grade three. We called her that because her upper lip had a hitch on the right side. An animal had bitten her, or thatâs the story we made up. Itâs not like she ever told us or said a word to …
Billy slowly facilitated his way in, careful to avoid cutting himself on the broken window. He had gained entry to places similarly and tried his best to clear the shards from the frame using his thick jacket. It was difficult to wipe it all away clean. That was the thing …
The spring flu had been going around the school like usual, but some people were sicker than normal. They didnât just have fever and headache â their faces were blotchy, their eyes bulged, and they all wheezed like theyâd just run up ten flights of stairs without stopping. Cara McCormack …
The rain beat a steady rhythm on the asphalt. In the dark sky above, the rumble of distant thunder rolled slowly toward us. âDaniel.â The sound of my name pulled me from my reverie. I turned my head away from the drenched playground and toward Miss Wasson. âAre you with …
One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit âLiving Historyâ assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for …
âSpeak louder, please.â I put my hand up next to my ear from the back of the room, signaling that she would need to raise her voice. She took a deep breath. I could see anxiety turning her cheeks beet red, as strands of blonde hair began to fall out …
My name is Oliver Stricc. Iâm a 52-year-old biology teacher from a small town in northeastern Nebraska, and I have been for almost 14 years. Iâll be the first to admit that lecturing to a bunch of uninterested high school students wasnât what I had planned to do after getting …
