Rachel BradshawRachel is a doctoral student at Boston University who previously taught in the Boston Public Schools.
Gazing tiredly at a pile of unimpressive mini-essays after school one day, I had an idea. Instead of writing comments on every paper, I hid each student’s name and photocopied the whole stack. Then—I went home! […]
Facebook recently tested a new feature: “satire” tags that warn gullible readers when a news story or web site is a joke. I sincerely hope none of my former students needs to rely on it. In fact, though I’m not sure what this says about me, two of my all-time favorite teaching resources are hoaxes. […]
The first time I let my students choose their own topics for a research paper, my logic was simple: I wanted the assignment to Captivate them. The decision turned out to have far-reaching consequences, however—effects quite beyond […]
I’m that teacher, the one who always breaks down at graduation. It’s become a running joke between my husband and me, my dragging him to school once a year so I can cry shamelessly on his shoulder as he makes awkward small talk with teenagers he’s never met. It’s a joke with my students, too: “Make sure you bring some tissues, Ms. Bradshaw!” I say […]
My seventh grade English teacher was a merciless grammarian. No nonstandard utterance went unpunished. “MINES?” she’d roar at least once a day. Then, icily: “Mines explode. Are you talking about a war?” Her vigilance extended beyond the classroom. She threatened to call our homes and ask to speak with us, hinting that anyone sloppy enough to respond with “This is him!” would live to regret it. When I became an […]