As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a teacher. I remember, at six years old, setting up my stuffed animals in my bedroom as if it were a classroom, all neatly arranged into rows. I would take attendance, teach lessons, and give homework. I would create
Here at The Flyover, it has recently come to our attention that some of our Republican friends are taking issue with the wearing of masks to prevent the unnecessary spread of coronavirus. We thought, perhaps, they were simply having difficulty figuring out how to wear them.
“a school is never complete without its most essential ingredient: students.” Last night, upon entering my school in the north suburbs of Chicago, I had the rather surreal experience of walking into a building without another soul in sight. Of course, the past several months