I feel like a whole lot of random is shaking out of this ‘end of year’ moment. Things that I thought I would keep doing I am suddenly less than happy to continue and other odd pieces are rising back up into my view. [check out my flipgrid questions]
All in all, it seems like, in addition to my disquieted mind I feel a change happening. It feels like nerves, or like an empty stomach grumble.
Internal. Primal. Uncontrollable.
And even though I often approach the even-keeled reliability of ‘truth’ with healthy skepticism, I am off balance enough right now to crave some truth.
So I’ll toss that comfort to the wall.
See what sticks.
Here’s where I am ending the school year.
Maybe these are only my truths for right now.
Or they are just my current provocations.
I do know that any collisions with my pedagogy will level-up my game.
In no particular order…
