I was the “homework teacher”. When I taught high school Social Studies, I assigned homework every.single.night. Granted, my homework assignments were usually creative and engaging. But it was still homework. Every night. In the beginning, I also assigned homework over Winter and Spring Breaks. “Hey,…
It’s Spring Forward! That’s right, Daylight Savings Time has started. The first few days are always ROUGH, but that extra hour of sunlight at night is pretty sweet, right? It’s like we just got an extra hour in the day. Think of all the times…
One time, I got food poisoning while teaching. And I STAYED AT WORK. That’s right – even though all my co-workers told me to go home, I stayed. The students in my last class just *HAD* to do the activity I’d planned, so I needed…
It’s February, which means that lessons on important African Americans are about to be dusted off in classrooms throughout the U.S. Get ready for a laundry list of African Americans that seems almost frozen in time. Black History Month became a staple of U.S. classrooms…
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to LP Tutoring, Happy Birthday to you! This little blog turned 2 this week and no one is more surprised about this than me. I was a high school teacher and loved being in the…
It’s that time of year again! That’s right – President Trump will give the State of the Union Speech on Tuesday, February 5. (Fingers crossed.) What to expect: A lot of clapping Some signature phrases Horn tooting Political drama Let’s face it – the State of the…
As a teacher, I used to receive a few dozen Christmas gifts from students and parents. I usually spent a few afternoons of winter Break writing thank you notes for each gift I received. When school started again, I handed out the notes to my…
So, I’m a bit of a Harry Potter fan. Just a bit. I’ve written about Harry Potter here and here. And maybe here as well. I’ve read all the books multiple times, seen all the movies, I listen to a podcast, and I’ve got lots…
The fall of 2015 was not good to me. I was several months into the hardest year of my teaching career. After 3 rounds of IVF, the doctor told us that biological children weren’t in the cards. We’d recently moved halfway across the country and…
“What play did President Lincoln go see the night he was assassinated?” my 11th grade English teacher asked the class. “Our American Cousin,” this history nerd muttered. But apparently loud enough for the boy in front of me to hear. When the teacher announced it…