Here it is: my first blog post! It’s been a long time coming and I am happy to finally begin sharing my Teach for America journey.
I decided to title my blog as “Where the Sidewalk Ends”, in honor of my favorite childhood poem by Shel Silverstein. Although I racked my brain with countless titles quoting George Eliot, Kurt Vonnegut, William Faulkner, or another one of my favorite English influences, I decided to stick with good ol’ Shel for his perfect wisdom and ability to remind me of the inherent inspiration we all have in our youth, before we become jaded, corrupted, and exhausted.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I hope for my classroom, my teaching, and my mental state to always be Where the Sidewalk Ends. With the “sun burning crimson bright” and walking with a “walk that is measured and slow” (yet sprinting towards achievement!), I will strive with my students, my school, and my fellow colleagues towards achievement for a better world. I know it will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I am just going in ready to brace the storm and roll with the punches… er, something like that.
But let’s go back to the beginning: the day I found out I was accepted into Teach for America. My, the emotions!!
they know the place where the sidewalk ends.