A couple of weeks ago, I witnessed a colleague responding to the many #ClearTheList tweets and Facebook posts. She was spending a significant amount of her own money to support educators for their back-to-school needs. She inspired me. I thought to myself, “If my colleague, who I technically employ, can do this, why am I not doing this?” So I started clearing some lists and my experience brought me to tears (good…and bad).
I think I had COVID.
Now is the time.
Throughout my childhood, my brother used to constantly tell me that I live in a dream world. "You’ll never do that, Elana. That’s just a dream." It’s true -- I dreamt of big things. I believed that I could do anything and would do anything to help my family, who was always struggling to make ends meet.
This shattered me.
I recently came across a tweet that just shattered me. It was from an educator that was sitting in her car debating whether she should go in and teach her class or just quit right then and there. After twenty minutes in the car, she decided to turn in her badge and keys. Sadly this educator is not alone. It’s the beginning of October and educators across the country are not ok. My heart breaks for them, and I feel helpless.
Tune Into Your Intuition
The courage in pausing
Things I Took For Granted.
Nothing short of a hero.
I remain in awe of all of you, ❤️
Happy Teacher Appreciation Day. First and foremost, for those of you who are educators, thank you for everything you do for students every single day. Although I have never been a classroom teacher, I had the privilege of collaborating with inspiring educators across the country during my eight-year tenure at The George Lucas Educational Foundation (known to the world as Edutopia), and I can tell you that what you all do is nothing short of a miracle.
Navigating uncertain waters — again. 🌊
April has arrived, and with it comes one of the fastest vaccine roll-outs in U.S. history. In the last month, I’ve witnessed educators around the country sharing the exact moment when they were vaccinated on social media, while tears of joy and relief trickle down many of their faces. It’s bittersweet for me.
