It is Tuesday morning. My class quickly loads all our baggage in the truck, then we climb into the van. Luckily, we’re only ten students this year, so we can all travel together in one vehicle. The radio is turned on full blast. One of us spent the last few days burning a CD with… Continue reading I just wanna feel this moment
The path is the goal
Shortly before noon yesterday I picked up my 10-year-old daughter Marie at Paseo’s Pottery. She had spent the morning there with her friend Isabella and her mom Angela, a potter herself, while I attended the last part of a five-day science writing workshop. After a whole week juggling with language and concepts in loud spaces… Continue reading The path is the goal
The treasure chest
With our new English teacher, our class has started a new project: until the end of this school year, we will practice writing essays about “This I believe” AND each student will make a short movie on her best essay :-). After two essays on childhood and chocolate, here’s my third attempt, which I wrote… Continue reading The treasure chest