Lessons to Learn from Students Who Have Gone Before You (some lessons for AP Language and some for Life)



  • When referencing an author or speaker, please use their last name. For example, if you are talking about Dr. Martin Luther King, refer to him as “King” or “Dr. King” or “MLK.”  He is not “Martin” to you, and it is your responsibility to treat that person with respect.  Using their last name and/or their earned title is a way to do that.
  • If, when reading through your writing with another person, you have to say, “What I mean is…,” you have not written clearly. Say what you mean and don’t make your reader do the work.
  • Punctuation, spelling and capitalization matter. If you haven’t mastered these skills – for whatever reason – take it upon yourself to improve.  Only you can learn what you need to learn.
  • Just because you say something doesn’t make it true. It doesn’t make it false, either, but you need to be able to back up what you say and think.  Believe it or not, you will eventually run into others who hold as strong (or stronger) opinions as you, and they will be able to defend their thinking and beliefs.  Be prepared to stand your ground and give thoughtful justification and explanations for your views.
  • If you can communicate effectively, you can do anything. You can persuade, lead, motivate, rebuke, sell, manage, report, defend, praise and express.  If you can’t communicate, you have sentenced yourself to a solitary prison in which you must wonder if anyone else even understands what you are thinking or what you desire.  That’s sad, lonely and frustrating.  Learn to communicate.
  • Come to class. Absence make-ups are all well and good for the record-keeping aspect of attendance.  But sitting in the cafeteria or returning books to the book room cannot replace the time spent in class with your educated and professional instructor who not only teaches the content but also adds finesse and the “between the lines” learning that deepen student understanding of complex ideas.
  • Don’t cheat. Yeah, your grade might be improved if you don’t get caught.  But if you DO get caught?  Not only will your grade suffer, but you have damaged your reputation, and it takes a whole lot more effort to attempt to repair what others think of you rather than simply doing the right thing.  And furthermore, even if you don’t get caught, and your grade is elevated – that grade is a lie.
  • Teachers don’t “grade” papers. They “score” them.  We don’t ASSIGN grades, we merely write down what the student has earned.   While some grades could be considered “subjective,” most are based on a rubric which eliminates as much “subjectivity” as much as possible.
  • Do your work on time. In addition to simply building the habit of a solid work ethic, it is incredibly selfish and inconsiderate to turn in work late and expect not only your teachers to stop what they are doing and go back to that assignment to score it after everyone else’s has been scored, but it is an insult to your classmates who also have obligations, responsibilities and extracurricular activities and still managed to get their work done on time.  Additionally, many assignments cannot be handed back until they are all in.  You are preventing others from getting timely feedback by delaying the completion of the assignment cycle.
  • Put your damn phone down. Believe it or not, there was a time when students didn’t have the internet at their fingertips and couldn’t text or chat or send pictures with the touch of a button or the swipe of a finger across a screen.  And no one died. And no one lost friends.  And no one’s world crashed in.  You are missing the world around you because you are so focused on that tiny screen that you are missing “life.”  “Life” is what is happening around you, in front of you and to you.  But you’re missing it because you can’t take your eyes and mind off that “idiot box.”
  • Be respectful. You are not going to like every teacher.  That’s okay.  Guess what.  You’re not going to like every boss, every co-worker, every flight attendant, auto-mechanic, restaurant server, nurse, or physician (although I highly recommend you have a doctor you like.  As you get older, you’ll spend more time with them.)  Being respectful does not mean you agree with or even like the other person.  It simply means that you are a decent human being who recognizes that it takes all kinds to make up the world, and your attitude is not determined by someone else’s.
  • People make mistakes.
  • You don’t have to say everything you are thinking.
  • Ask yourself, “Will this be cute in 5 years?”  If not, reconsider.
  • It’s okay to be a jerk sometimes, but be careful about being a jerk on social media.  It will ALWAYS come back to haunt you.
  • Aside from it being a good academic skill, it’s an incredible life skill.  If you don’t know how to read and analyze and think, you will wind up paying other people a lot of money to do it for you.  You will be able to meet people and travel places that time, money or technology can’t offer you.  Reading makes you a better person.   Prove me wrong.

Making the Grade


It’s the end of the semester and students are tired.
So are teachers.

While it is important for students to “finish strong” and not give up until the last final is turned in, it is equally important for teachers to pace themselves and get to the end of the grading cycle without giving up.

I have to remind myself that every student, regardless of where their final writing falls in the stack of grading, deserves my best and freshest mind so that their work can be scored fairly, according to its own merit and instead of how irritated, aggravated or more rarely, elated, I was with the essay immediately prior.

I’m not gonna lie. This is difficult for me. Sometimes I am so thankful just to see complete sentences that I automatically want to put an “A” on the paper because it’s legible and coherent. However, I have to constantly remind myself that while complete sentences are important, they don’t necessarily indicate that the student was successful on the assignment. This can be particularly true for Short Answer Questions (SAQs) when students must include certain criteria in order for the answer to score well. So often, a student writes well mechanically but actually says nothing. My heart wants to reward a well-placed modifier, complex sentences and subject-verb agreement, but the unyielding rubric insists that without text evidence, the response is not successful.

This means that grading takes time. It is only human to begin to drift from the rubric and begin comparing students’ writing to one another and grading it “up” because it was “better than the one before it.” What is important is to always go back to the rubric, not to the essay that was just scored. In order to do this, I seldom am able to grade everything in one fell swoop. There are plenty of times I have to walk away. Literally, I have to walk away. Put the papers down and go do something else.

So, grading is a double-edged sword. If we hurry and do it quickly, chances are that the latter papers may have veered from the rubric and be graded more harshly or leniently than those at the beginning. However, they can be handed back more quickly and students can respond (or not) to the feedback provided. Conversely, if teachers take time to ensure that the rubric is informing the score, that may take more time, which means that some assignments seems to stretch out for an interminable period of time. While there is time for rest within the grading cycle, it can cause a different kind of fatigue knowing that it all still waits for our eyes and our comments.

I’m interested in knowing how other teachers tackle grading and balance these opposing dilemmas. I’ve recently found an article that I am going to study over the break and try out in the spring. In her white paper “<a href=”http://collinsed.com/PDFs/write_more_grade_less_LLucas.pdf&#8221; title=”Write More, Grade Less: Five Practices for Effectively Grading Writing” target=”_blank”>Write More, Grade Less: Five Practices for Effectively Grading Writing,</a>” Lisa Lucas breaks down different types of writing used in the classroom and how to distinguish among them, appropriating different criteria and grading systems. It’s worth a try. I’m willing to invest the time in a little bit of reading if it helps me to grade more writing and do it better: more accurately, more timely and more consistently.

I Had No Idea


The following article was written for the July 2015 edition of the monthly newsletter “The Flyer,” a publication serving the B-29/B-24 Squadron of the Commemorative Air Force.

My dad is a student of all things WWII, particularly the military aspects of the war. My parents lived in Germany in the early 60s, as my dad was in the Army and stationed there for a few years. I had grown up looking at family slides, many of which included pictures of Dachau and Auschwitz and post-war Germany. The images of ovens have been seared into my brain, and I honestly thought I had a decent understanding of the atrocities of war.

Then, in my adult life, living in Los Angeles and working at Paramount Pictures, I saw the initial screenings of Schindler’s List and visited the Simon Wiesenthal Center. I figured I was ahead of the game in understanding how horrible these crimes against humanity were.

I had no idea what an atrocity was.

I’m not a history buff; I teach English. I signed up for a session with the Holocaust Educators Network (HEN) because I will be teaching a combined class of 10th grade English alongside an AP World History teacher. Since my husband is a walking encyclopedia about WWII aircraft, and I am about to embark on a new teaching journey, it seemed like a responsible thing to do to bone up on my understanding of this era, both for my marriage and my teaching career.

I had no idea what I had signed up for.

For an entire week, I sat with a dozen or so teachers as we walked through the timelines and images of the European theater of war. Our focus was mainly on the policies, occasions and conditions that allowed for the murder of more than 11 million individuals. We read personal accounts and historical documents describing the very real horror of what is now known as The Holocaust. We wrestled with the seemingly unanswerable question of “How does a watching world allow a regime to systematically torture and murder 11 million souls?”

I had no idea how to begin to answer that question.

Even though the HEN Summer Institute officially ended a couple of weeks ago, we were invited to attend a screening earlier this week of German Concentration Camps Factual Survey hosted by the Dallas Holocaust Museum. We were warned that it would be tough to watch. The footage was taken in 1944-1945 during the liberation of Bergen-Belsen (among other camps), intended to be shown to the German populous, forcing them to see what crimes were being committed all around them. However, many circumstances coalesced, and the project was shelved. More than 65 years later, the Imperial War Museum picked up the project and completed it, using the original script that had been written, the original footage and screen shot order and digitally restored the images. They wrestled with the inaccuracies of the information; being filmed and written even while the war was ending, there was so much the documentarians just didn’t know at the time, and some of the information was built on best-guesses of the moment.

This 75 minute film was terrifying, shocking, disgusting and heart-wrenching. The audience sat motionless, silent, as the camera panned to show body after body after body after body. We watched in disbelief as the male German officers of the SS and the female guards, known as the aufsererinnen, showed up for the task of burying the concentration camp’s dead with smiles on their faces, obviously in good health and amply nourished. They grabbed and wrestled with the non-compliant corpses, dragging them through the dirt and tossing them with less care than they’d give a rag doll onto a heap of humanity. Countless bodies stacked and dragged and heaved and crumpled and entangled. There are simply no words adequate to describe their callous approach to this sacred job, and it gives insight into the mindset that must have been in place in order to treat fellow humans with such disregard. We sat and gasped as we saw that the beds in one of the camps were made with barbed wire. Even in sleep, these holocaust victims were tortured with the violence of metal barbs tearing at what remained of their clothes and their thin flesh clinging to the silhouette of their skeletons. There was no running water. People were crammed into quarters designed for half as many. Food rations were far too few, and when they were distributed, the narrator explained that the inmates carrying the food back to the barracks were often attacked and beaten, having the rations stolen from them. The dead soon outnumbered the living.

Seventy-five minutes. I kept thinking that I wasn’t even enduring the horrors onscreen, and I couldn’t stomach for just a tad more than an hour. This catastrophic, human-engineered murderous rampage went on for years. From the invasion into Poland in 1939 to Victory in Europe in 1945, there were over 3 million minutes. That means the scenes that played out during the brief documentary happened more than 42,000 times and then multiplied by more than 300 locations.

During the entirety of WWII, more than 407, 000 Americans gave their lives. According to The War Chronicle, the Allied Forces suffered more than 14 million casualties. Over the duration of this war, more than 3% of the world’s population died.

I had no idea how to process those statistics.

Over dinner a few months ago, I told a friend about my plans to attend the HEN Summer Institute. He’s an American citizen, but emigrated from Sri Lanka a few decades ago. As I explained the purpose of the Institute, he interrupted me and said, “The Holocaust? From World War II? Why are we even still talking about that – it was 70 years ago?”

I had no idea how to respond to him.

I have no doubt his question was sincere, but I don’t know if it can be attributed to a different heritage or a different ideology. Either way, I simply didn’t have an adequate response because I have never questioned why we study this war. I have always been of the understanding that we study it, lest we be condemned to repeat it. We study it so that no one ever has to ask why we study it.

During the course of my summer learning and subsequently the screening of this documentary, the common thread throughout is that it was through the efforts of the “upstanders” that this war ended the way it did. An upstander is a person or people who are willing to stand up and take action in defense of others. American soldiers were and are most definitely considered as upstanders, many giving their own life to fight on the side of right, to intervene on the behalf of the millions of innocents being slaughtered at the hands of insane, greedy, politically-driven leaders seeking personal gain and glory. It is the American soldier who marched boldly into a war he didn’t start but was committed to ending. It is the American soldier who fought bravely in Europe and the Pacific for the noblest of causes, to preserve and restore humanity in places where inhumanity had proliferated and dominated.

In the IWM documentary, amidst the death, despair and depravity, there was an image of hope and honor. It was the Allied military who entered into those death camps and gave the victims their rations, set up running water within hours, provided them soap and hot showers. They cared for and comforted both the living and the dying, treating every soul with dignity. They honored all life – those who had the strength to rally, and those who wouldn’t make it through the day. What a sharp contrast to the horrors of the holocaust to see American GIs among those men of valor valuing all life.

We study the Holocaust and World War II so that we can see the patterns of oppression that lead to genocide; so that we can model ourselves after the American soldier and in small ways of our everyday lives stand up and speak up for those who cannot do it for themselves. We strive to learn from the past that we have the responsibility to stop evil where we see it and to use our privilege of free speech to call out evil where we see it and to uphold human decency.

As we approach the 70th anniversary of the ending of World War II, I am humbled to have been able to commit several days to the study and reflection of this dark period in human history. It is only by virtue of birth that I am an American, but it is a constant choice to embrace and celebrate the best of our values – freedom, opportunity, humanity and peace. I will continue to wrestle with the images and descriptions that I have studied these past few weeks and wonder how any person can devise such evil, enlist others into their vision and then perpetrate all manner of horror onto others – men, women, children, families, the disabled, the young, the old, the working, the poor, the educated.

A huge word of gratitude goes to the veteran who makes the constant choice to embrace, celebrate and fight to uphold the best of our values. There should be no comparison of the life lost in WWII versus the life lost in Korea, Vietnam or Desert Storm – the loss of any American soldier is incalculable and incomparable. The American soldier is the ultimate upstander, and it is this English teacher’s desire to convey to my students the importance of communicating thoughts and ideas powerfully and persuasively. To be able to analyze the messages they are hearing on the news from world leaders and to critically think about the implications of events on the world’s stage. It is this English teacher’s desire to introduce students to the human side of history. And how to express gratitude to those who have played major roles in affecting the course of our human history for the side of right.

And I have no idea how to do that myself.

I Refuse


During a free-writing time in class today, I penned the following poem:


I refuse to allow immaturity to make me question my experience.

I refuse to allow shortsightedness to blur my vision.

I refuse to allow self-centeredness to interfere with the gift of self-reflection.

I refuse to allow a short attention span to interrupt the focus on the task at hand.

I refuse to allow misery to steal my joy.

I refuse to allow you-being-you to take away from me-being-me.

I refuse to allow the darkness of one to snuff out the light of many.

On The Fly


It’s April Fool’s Day, and I don’t think it’s any coincidence that it is also EOC/STAAR testing for English II students.  Because my classroom is in the block of the building cordoned off for testing, my classes of preAP English III juniors had to relocate to another part of the building.  Therefore, as I was planning out how we could keep on track, but do so without our notebooks (kept in crates in the classroom and too cumbersome to move around), account for a different room set-up we may encounter, and be able to have the students engaged amidst the upheaval.

My original plan for the day was to have students work in groups to compare/contrast the party scenes in the 2nd and 3rd chapters of “The Great Gatsby.”  Each group would discuss how the parties were similar and distinct, recording their findings into a Venn Diagram.  For the most part, it went fairly well 1st period, but as I circulated the room, I could see the disparity in conversation, depth of thinking and level of analysis among the tables.  As I listened in, I could hear that they were earnestly trying, but simply had not yet mastered the skill set to spelunk further into the text on their own.  I also noticed that even within the same table group, some had more written than others, and there wasn’t as universal buy-in as I’d hoped.

So on the fly, I had students within each group number off 1-4. I then explained that each person at each table was responsible for being able to explain their thinking if called upon.  If someone wasn’t able to answer fully, then it wasn’t just a reflection of that student, but that the group didn’t look out for one another.  After they’d had a chance to debrief, I then drew 2 random numbers (1-4) and had the students with those numbers get up and move clockwise to the next table.  The result was a new mix of students which reenergized the discussion.  If nothing else, they could compare notes and ask questions about how the other students reached those conclusions.

Once they had had an opportunity to discussion, I gave them the opportunity to “phone a friend” and ask any specific question of any specific student in the class.  The inquiring student had to address a student by name and ask a specific question.  Once the recipient had a chance to respond, the question was open for anyone else to comment or expand.  Now it was possible for the entire class to benefit from a brief, focused exchange between at least two students.

After 1st period, it was encouraging to see not-such-blank papers that were turned in.

Second period rolled around, and I wondered if it would increase the effectiveness if we switched more than once.  I repeated the process, drawing 2 different numbers for the 2nd switch.  I also concluded with the “phone a friend” discussion.

This continued throughout the day, and depending on time, some classes were able to go back to the their original groups to compare how their conversations had differed.

When I casually asked each class if this was helpful in ferreting out more information and meaning from the text, I was met with a resounding “YES!”

Here are a few reasons why I think this worked:
1) Students were held accountable
2) They were able to process their thoughts with others
3) They got out of their self-selected groups and were forced to work with students they might not ordinarily talk to, and this resulted in fresh conversations
4) Strengths of one student were utilized to undergird the weaknesses of others
5) EVERYONE had to speak because they had to account for the discussion of the previous group they had been in
6) I had a blueprint of an activity, but I knew what my end result was and tapped into strategies I had tucked away to modify and extend the lesson to help reach that goal

It would be terrific if we could teach shooting from the hop, but I’m fairly confident that there would be more chaos than progress.  At least that’s true for me.  However, there are times when even the best laid plans simply aren’t panning out – even if they’ve been tried and proven out countless times before.

I’d love to hear your story of a time when you had to improvise and regroup on the fly – whether or not it was successful – and to what you attribute the end results.

How to Teach Writing


Here, here.
This has been my steady mantra with my students (and parents) this year. Of course my version is not as eloquent as Tess’s, but the sentiment is the same. I love that two teachers whom I respect are saying this, as well. I certainly didn’t come up with the concept (researchers and practitioners far more versed in pedagogy than I imparted this wisdom), but I do know enough to realize that it’s true for all kids, of all ages, at all levels. And if I’m understanding the meaning of “all,” then my students are certainly included.

Prof. Mueggenborg

Want to create successful writers?  Want to raise them from seedlings, make them strong and resilient and capable of writing oak trees of essays, not saplings of deadwood?  The key has nothing to do with writing.  If a teacher wants to help their students to become successful writers, they must make their students into successful readers.  If a student isn’t a reader, they’ll never be a writer – no way, no how.  The reading should be both academic and for pleasure: students need to bask in the glow of words for fun, and struggle with a snarling sentence when needed.  They should delight in diction and syntax, but never be quite satisfied with them as-is – every student should always ask, “why this way?” and “why not like this?”.  And no, they probably don’t need to know what “diction” and “syntax” mean: we don’t need to understand the nuclear reactions…

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I Had A Dream…


Last week, I awoke in a panic from a dream about school.  It has been 7 days now, and my heart begins to race every time I think of it.  Of course, I can “laugh” about it now because it was so ludicrous that it couldn’t possibly be true.  But when I recounted it to a friend and colleague, she was nodding her head furiously along with me because she could totally relate to what I was saying and my thinking about what all the craziness actually meant.  Her parting words as she left to return to her classroom were, “You really need to write that down.”

So I am.

As I said earlier, I awoke in a tizzy from a dream about my classroom.  Well, it wasn’t really my classroom because it didn’t look a thing in the world like my actual classroom.  But in the dream, it was mine, and the students – although I don’t recognize a one of them this side of slumber – were all my students, as well.  I’m not going to pretend that I remember every scintilla of the dream, but the first thing I recall is that I was in the middle of a class discussion when two other teachers (again, no one I know) came in with a massive box of hydrangeas, and the teachers began telling me that I needed to deliver them to students.  Okay, first of all, hydrangeas?  Really?  I remember back when we sent carnations, maybe roses, to one another, but hydrangeas?  (I’ve provided a photo below to show how large these plants, SHRUBS, are for reference.  And for those who are curious, the ones in my dream were the bluish-purple variety.)


Anywho, there I was in the middle of my riveting classroom discussion with everyone participating and invested in the conversation about rhetoric and author’s craft when I’m interrupted by colleagues wanting me to stop this teaching nirvana to deliver plants to students who may have already left my classroom for the day.

My next memory of the dream was that I needed to run to the main office to do some order of administrivia, so I did that between classes, running downstairs to complete the task at hand.  As I was leaving the office, I could see across the way a computer lab through a glassed-in wall occupied by the huge computer systems you might envision if you think about the humongous computers of the late 60’s and 70’s.  In the lab were students behaving in the manner of the office monkeys depicted in a popular job-locator-website commercial on television.


I went to go break it up, but the warning tardy bell rang, so I knew that I must head back upstairs to my classroom.  As I rushed to the elevator, I saw that the lift was out of order.  Having recently recovered from an ankle surgery, going quickly up the stairs amidst hundreds of students was going to be a challenge, but it was the only choice I had.

broken elevator

Huffing and puffing, I arrived back at my classroom of 60 students…  -Wait, did I not mention that I had 60 students in each classroom?- …to find a television news crew setting up in at the front of the room.  Clearly I was more than a little curious to find out why the media was in my room, and the response was that “the people wanted to see first-hand what an American classroom looks like.”  I was in a bit of a panic because I had no idea if this had been sanctioned and approved as I had had no prior warning, so I went to my computer to see if I had missed something and to look up the extension of an administrator – any administrator – so that I could call and verify.  While I was in process of putting my hands on the keys, a student aid approached me, blocking my view of the media, but bringing my attention to the sight of a student whom I’d never seen before and an adult I assumed was that student’s father.  Before I could ask who they were and what they were doing, the never-seen-before-student goes into a seizure.  My regular students began shouting at me to “Do Something! Do Something!” but my only response was, “I can’t do anything!  I don’t even know who this child is!”  Meanwhile, the tv crew aims the camera at the drama, with the well-coiffed and uber-poised reporter saying something like, “In the overcrowded, under-supervised classroom of middle America, apparently it is not uncommon to see a teacher so disengaged that she doesn’t even know her students and has no desire or interest in assisting them, even in a life-threatening situation.  You can hear the students begging for help as she stands idly by, chatting it up with a student who is not even in this class.  And from the looks of those massive hydrangeas, we can assume that horticulture takes precedence over teaching students about English and literature…”

And that’s when I woke up.

I have my own thoughts about what all of this means, but I will leave it to you to interpret what this dream and my anxiety might be saying about the pressures teachers occasionally experience.

Guest Post: Changing the Reading Culture in Our School One Book at a Time


Three Teachers Talk

Both Penny Kittle and Kelly Gallagher have transformed my thinking as a high school literacy coach.  As a former elementary school teacher, I had always used reading/writing workshop, literature circles, and choice in my classroom.  When I transitioned to being a reading specialist/literacy coach in a high school, I really struggled with the whole class novel approach.  It didn’t work for me with the little ones and I saw more and more of my students struggle with it at the high school level.  Attending workshops offered by Gallagher and Kittle, along with reading everything they have written has given me the reassurance and the research that this approach CAN work in a high school.  Here is what has happened at my high school in just six months:


More and more teachers are trying it…

It all starts with one teacher and the support of a department chair.  Last spring…

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The Modern PLC


Always a tasty morsel to gnaw on here at Three Teachers Talk. If you don’t follow, you should.

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Sometimes things stay with you. In December I got this message:

I have been working with three teachers this fall who have transformed their classrooms (all ranging from freshman level to AP Lit and AP Lang) from the traditional class to a readers/writers workshop approach.  Your blog posts always show up in my email box at the exact right time when they are in need of inspiration to keep going and figure out what to do in their classes.  They realized very quickly how fast they were able to get through “old curriculum” when they dropped the class novel approach and were then scrambling to find new and exciting mentor texts, books to share, and additional writing ideas. Their students have read thousands of pages and enormous amounts of books which never happened in their classes before.  Students were writing them thank you letters for inspiring them to become true readers…

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5 Reasons Why Reading Conferences Matter — Especially in High School English


What I enjoy about Amy’s blog is that she posts what I need to be thinking.
She does what I need to be doing.
She points me back to the true North of my classroom objectives.
I always walk away from time with Amy (whether in person or via her blog) refreshed, refocused and recharged.

Three Teachers Talk

The Attention. Every child needs one-on-one conversations with an adult as often as possible.  Adolescents, by nature of their age, struggle with identity, fairness, stress, and a slew of other issues that contribute to all kinds of problems. The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse (CASA) at Columbia University. reports that “9 out of 10 Americans who meet the medical criteria for addiction started smoking, drinking, or using other drugs before age 18.” This is not surprising since according to this study, “75% of all high school students have used addictive substances, including tobacco, alcohol, marijuana, or cocaine.”

I know there are many reasons for teenagers to partake in these substances. I also know that many students think that adults do not care, or will not notice, if they are in class, participating in class, or lucid in class. One way to show our adolescent students that we…

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