Of Alice in Educationland

Recently I was asked the following question: if there was a movie about your life, what would the name be?

I didn't even have to think for too long about it! I simply blurted out the name: "Alice in Educationland".

Of headbangers, New York City and crochet

"I am The Headbanger Teacher."

Yesterday, I said that to my coordinator, who looked at me unsure on how to proceed. "What does that mean?"

This post is about how I became the Headbanger Teacher. And how 3 main passions in my life has lead me to become The Headbanger Teacher.

Of Amplifica! A video about my experiences

Amplifica took place in March.

But it feels like it was a million years ago!

Of going from clueless to fearless to Google

I had no clue.

In terms of technology in class, I believed that the most I could do was allow my students to use their phones to search the meaning of a word or to search information on a certain topic.
Little by little, I started to find out what more I could do for my students.

Of "I am a teacher, and I hate school!"

So, I love studying. No news here, as I am a teacher and most teachers love to study. But here comes the weird part: I hate schools. I mean, I hate going to school! Sounds confusing? 

It is.

I work in a school. I love the environment of a school, the students gathered around, sitting and talking before a class starts, their curious eyes on me while I´m talking to them in the classroom, my classroom walls, all decorated with scenes from Alice in Wonderland - one of my favorite movies ever!

But when it comes to studying, I really hate schools!

Of poetry, birds and Poe

Yesterday was the World Poetry Day. I am not very keen in all kinds of poetry, but this one I hold dear to my heart. Hope you enjoy:

The Raven

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BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— 

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— 

            Only this and nothing more.”