The Translation

I was having a hard time. I was down in the dumps, stuck in a slump. Things weren't going quite the way I'd planned in my life. I was going through a move, a break up, loss of a friend and heart ache. My emotions were high, my mood was low and stress inescapable. I…

The Blog

In the third month of my pathway program for international students entering a Canadian post-secondary school, we do a unit on Digital Media. The first reading is, “Blogs as Participatory Media.” “So first of all, what is a blog?” I asked my class to introduce the reading one afternoon. Francesca, my 22 year old student…

The Face

"My father runs Palucci Brother's Construction with his brother," began Sandro Palucci from the front of my 10th grade Careers class. The night before, we had had to interview our parents about their jobs and create a short presentation from those interviews. So far there'd been three construction company owners and one bakery owner's offspring…

The Presentation

It was the day of the first minor presentations of the month in my college pathway program for international students. A relaxing day for me, as I got to sit in the back of the class drinking coffee and taking notes while my young adult students had to teach their classmates about the key principals…

The Art Assignment

On the first day of 7th grade our teacher, Mr Sarabaldi, gave us a rather exciting art project. Well, exciting is a pretty generous word, but at the time, it really was exciting to me. He asked the class to creatively display our initials, on a standard sized sheet of paper, in any way that…

The Cop

Red and blue lights flickered in my rear view mirror as I drove home from work one evening. I felt a pang of pity for the driver being pulled over, but I reasoned that they probably deserved it. People in Bridgewood were terrible drivers. It took me a good 30 seconds before I realized that…