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The Nine Principles of Effective Teachers

By Mr. Charles

The importance of being an effective literacy teacher cannot be understated. Indeed, literacy has much to do with how we communicate with and understand others. Without effective literacy skills, we are left limited in our ability to understand the world around us and to contribute to it. Literacy by definition is the ability to read and write. Further, it is the competence or knowledge in a specified area.

In her book Literacy for the 21stCentury: A Balanced Approach (2005), Gail Tompkins discusses how the practice of becoming an effective literacy teacher contributes to the overall effectiveness of said teacher. She explains that the goal of literacy instruction is to ensure that all students achieve their full literacy potential, and in the first chapter of her book, she introduces nine principles of balanced literacy instruction. These principles are stated in terms of what effective teachers do.

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Praise break!

I will bless the Lord at all times, and His praise shall continually be in my mouth.

My soul shall make its boast in the Lord. The humble shall hear thereof and be glad.

O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together, for the Lord is good and greatly to be praised.

O taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed are they that put their trust in Him, so praise ye the Lord!

Praise God in this sanctuary. Praise Him in the firmament of His power. Praise Him for His mighty acts.

Let everything that has breath praise ye the Lord!

“Destiny Has Thrown the Negro and the Filipino Under the Tutelage of America”: Race and Curriculum in the Age of Empire

By Roland Sintos Coloma

African Americans held “an affinity of complexion with the Filipinos” and saw the “similarity between the predicament of the black man in the United States and the brown man in the Philippines: both were subjects of oppression.”

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From the Achievement Gap to the Education Debt: Understanding Achievement in U.S. Schools

By Gloria Ladson-Billings

“…our focus on the achievement gap is akin to a focus on the budget deficit, but what is actually happening to African American and Latina/o students is really more like the national debt. We do not have an achievement gap; we have an education debt.”

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Keep Pressin’ On

I know this road I’m on seems kind of long, but I must keep holding on until I reach home

Sometimes the wind blows and sometimes it rains, but have faith my friend and know that it’s not in vain

No matter how fast my strength lets me go, ’cause some folks may pass by, to them I seem slow

But there’s nothing to gain me if I turn around, so God’s grace sustains me while I’m homeward bound

Though it seems hard, but I’m giving Him my best, if that’s not enough, I’ll let God do the rest

He gave me His word, that’s what He promised me so now I gotta be strong, no matter what comes gotta keep pressin’ on

I may not deserve it when life lets me down, but it’ll all be worth it when I get my crown

So the world may deceive us, it may treat us wrong, but if we gon’ see Jesus we must keep pressin’ on

-Xavier O’Connor

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The Benefits of Sharing Our Planning With Students

Explaining the intentions behind a lesson plan can boost engagement and help students get back on track when something isn’t working.

By Mark Gardner

“Routine reflection on practice is a hallmark of effective teaching, but often this reflection is considered a solitary endeavor—or at most, a discussion among adults in a professional learning community or collaborative team. Students don’t always realize that reflection is part of a teacher’s job.“

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Black & Blue

A writing about growing up black and a Dodger fan

Two things I knew at the age of a few

That one I was black, and two I was blue

My path was prewritten yet freshly anew

And not all would come easy I’d find as I grew

My hair would turn coarse and of bright sandy hue

My tone was such bronze, my pupils bronze too

The cap I’d adorn was but one tone and snug

Its brim was quite lengthy, its foe was the sun

I threw with my cousins and caught with them too

We ran ‘round square bases once batting balls through

Our winters were warm and our summers were more so

Our autumns were easy and spring times were joyful

Our worries were none, for all that we knew, was two things were sure, we were black and then blue

My father would travel and take me along

I’d see many things such as where I belonged

We’d make toward the sunrise with sunsets behind

We’d engage in much laughter while losing the time

I’d ask where I’d come from, he’d deeply respond

I’d learn who I was, what I was, and grow fond

My roots were in Brooklyn but not next of kin

I heard stories before me only time and again

I loved my bronze tone and learned all that it meant

But my country’d shown different and therefore it went

I’d travel my path with decks stacked afore me

Taught of injustice while ill treatment displayed all about me

I’d come to learn some things still those two I knew

That I’d never break easy, and grow faithful and true

Descend upon boats my ancestors once did

Without hope, nor foresight, just tools at their heads

But time heals some wounds and with time we’d have thrills

With time we’d grow heroes like Jackie and Wills

Becoming a man has meant more than just aging

It’s come with its prices, some argue worth paying

Persisting along, though, both prideful and strong

We carry our hope in our hearts as a song

So who dare bring us conflict when God is our victor

And whose shoulder will lend me? My brother? My sister?

Oh life you are precious, a blessing indeed

Lord help as I ask to unselfishly need

Just a game such as baseball with lessons therein

Is life and its teachings of losses and wins

Yet through all still I’m certain that these things bode true

That I will always be black, and forever be blue

Mr. Charles Cares, If Don’t Nobody Else Care

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nothin’ don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you, you should leave him
‘Cause sista you don’t need him
And I ain’t tryna gas ya up, I just call ’em how I see ’em
You know it makes me unhappy (What’s that?)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up

-Tupac Shakur

James 1:2-5

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.