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Columnist Sheryl Green shares why teachers should celebrate the small victories of their students. The Columbus, Georgia teacher says success is like a bag of Lays potato chips, leaving you wanting more. → Read More
Education columnist Sheryl Green writes about Teresa Mims, a teacher at South Columbus who starts each year with a family first attitude. She tries to give her students love that they may not receive at home. → Read More
Columbus, Georgia teacher speaks about how teachers find out if their work with their class paid off. She also discusses how they gauge the impact they have on their students. → Read More
In addition to teaching band and orchestra to Aaron Cohn Middle School students, Jeremy Pownall uses his influence as a teacher/coach/band director to create better human beings with a teamwork focus. → Read More
During this Women’s History month, columnist Sheryl Green thinks about her backyard football days as a child against the boys and the impact four Columbus wrestlers have had on her. → Read More
As the guiding force behind the Muscogee Educational Excellence Foundation, Marquette McKnight seeks out and then spearheads countless opportunities to recognize teachers in the Columbus area. → Read More
Specialties in eduction lead to islands of isolation between those who teach in different grade levels, but a stint teaching sixth-graders revealed that middle school learning is not so strange. → Read More
I wish I was more artsy, and I confess — I envy people who are. I wish I could tickle the ivories or paint a Colorado mountain, but all I can do is toot on a clarinet, strum three cords on the guitar, and color inside the lines of a coloring book. So, when I see someone take a lump of clay and mold it into a cool pot or take a blank canvas and paint a gorgeous landscape, I certainly bow to their… → Read More
Despite the rampant ugliness in the world and all we conjure up to separate ourselves from others, we all have at least one thing in common, regardless of race, religion or economic status. We all have been positively influenced by a teacher. → Read More
“I know my teacher loved me because she gave me a dozen donuts, just for me. Oh! And a full bag of hot fries,” Mikelous said with his endearing, face-full smile. → Read More
I vaguely remember being in kindergarten. I can recall going on a field trip to Stone Mountain, riding the train and getting to sit with the engineer up front. I also remember my teacher giving us square lollipops when we did something good. Sadly, that’s about it. → Read More
One of my friends in the District tearfully told me about a young man she had to counsel the day after the recent Page One awards. He came to her early the next morning visibly disheartened. No prompting necessary, the young man opened up about the awards event. → Read More
I remember walking around the room, reading their sentences over their shoulders as they wrote. The prompt was simple: define success. → Read More
I asked a question last week, and what a stir it caused in social media. Never would I have guessed such a response would ensue from the ramblings of a simple classroom teacher. → Read More
I used to think I would do anything for my students, especially the ones who can’t do for themselves. But nothing I’ve heard before compares to what Beth Dades, currently teaching at Clubview Elementary, has done for one child in particular. → Read More
Angela was always quiet. → Read More
“Everyone on the line.” It was time for sprints, but only half the team moved. The other half remained chatting at the water cooler. → Read More
Sometimes reputations shouldn’t precede us. Maybe there should come a time when what we’ve done in the past doesn’t keep haunting us. → Read More
The thirst for knowledge, the wealth of an imaginative mind, the quest for self-improvement we were reared to appreciate have long been replaced, and the classroom teacher is left to mend the wounds. → Read More
Her hair was always frazzled. Her little face always smudged. She alternated between a dingy white T-shirt and a pink and yellow striped one. One pair of shoes. → Read More