My foot itches. I think I maybe got bit by a mosquito but it could be foot cancer. You never know. I heard about a woman who had foot cancer. I’ve tried scratching my foot and then I tried soaking my foot in strawberry jam while scratching my left ear
Teaching math is not just what I do. Teaching math is who I am. Teaching math is a source of pride to me, a craft if you will. Some people can build a canoe or do a backflip. I can teach math. I can teach math to low income students
An erudite reader responded to my column last week about bad parenting: “One question: Do people respond to requests for stories? It seems your call to action should be a bit higher up in the post and set apart rather than at the end and as part of another paragraph.
A scant 33 years ago, at the ripe old age of 22, I eked out a precarious existence as a middle school math teacher at a private day school. I loved teaching; I loved my colleagues on the faculty; I loved my students. But their parents scared me to death.
Amanda is watching Oprah in her off-campus apartment. Her feet are propped up on the sofa, a cold lemonade in one hand, a trashy novel in the other. She is the epitome of relaxed, the tottering tower of dirty dishes in the sink notwithstanding. Her roommate walks in and addresses
For some time now Pooh had been saying “Yes” and “No” in turn, with his eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, “Yes, Yes,” last time, he said “No, not at all,” now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about. Imagine going through life that
The choice argument Tell me if any of the following sound even remotely plausible: 1) I woke up this morning and said to myself: Here’s an idea. I’ll choose to lose my keys. That way instead of getting to class on time, taking relaxed notes, meeting with my “study buddy”
Six Year Old Child: Mommy, May I go out and play? Mommy: Shut up! We only had you to save the marriage. *** The except above is as far as I’ve gotten in my new book, Parent Ineffectiveness Training: How to Ensure that your Child Grows up to be, at
In order to best serve my admissions counseling clients, I have been visiting college campuses for the past 30 years. Although I have long since lost count of the number of universities I’ve toured, I imagine I’m coming up on 200. To help you avoid the inconveniences of travel, the
I have an unexplainable situation here. I was hoping you could help me try to make some sense out of this. My 28 year-old, recently married, secretary wrote me the following note: “Dear Mr. Altshuler,” it reads. “My head hurts and I have been throwing up. I am going to
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