My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

— Stories from the Roads (Not) Taken

Every September, I have to memorize new rosters, create new seating charts, and manage the needs of dozens of new students. This year, I’m sharing a different kind of roster–a roll call of former teachers who helped me learn not only the kind of teacher but the kind of human being I strive to be. …

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A wooden plaque containing the final two lines of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” hangs beside my desk at work. It is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. However, “The Road” is one of those poems that readers can get remarkably wrong, erroneously interpreting the final stanza (and therefore …

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