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But we shouldn't forget that throughout the history of our language, it has always been teachers or people involved in the early learning of language who promoted spelling reforms, who realized that in our spelling there was often an obstacle to the transmission of knowledge.
Then, why not take over the task of those teachers and start making progress in our spelling?
The Dutch girls said that their doctors, teachers and parents talked to them candidly, from an early age, about sex, pleasure and the importance of mutual trust.
As parents, teachers, advocates and activists, we have raised a generation of girls to have a voice, to expect egalitarian treatment in the home, in the classroom, in the workplace.
Sometimes when we go to schools to give our talks, or through social networks, kids ask or tell us things they haven't told their parents or their teachers.
Short-termism prevents teachers from spending quality one-on-one time with their students.
And perhaps unsurprisingly, my parents and teachers loved this somewhat less.
I've met with people from the restaurant industry, medical professionals, teachers, bankers, people from many other sectors, and the first step with anybody that I would meet with was to draw out the structure of their teams in an organization chart.
When I actually did make it to college, I told my friend Brennan how our teachers would always ask us to raise our hands if we were going to college.
They return to school in the fall, and their teachers spend another two months reteaching them old material.
For kids it feels like punishment, and for teachers it feels like babysitting.
There just isn't enough time to find the right people, sort out the logistics, and design an engaging curriculum that excites kids and teachers.
But what if we created a program over the summer that empowered teachers as teaching coaches to develop aspiring educators?
By this summer, my team will have served over 4,000 low-income children, trained over 300 aspiring teachers and created more than 1,000 seasonal jobs across some of New York City's most disadvantaged neighborhoods.
And just like you, my own team and their teachers laughed.
In 2011, she told me her teachers were being scored with a complex, secret algorithm called the "value-added model."
The New York Post filed a Freedom of Information Act request, got all the teachers' names and all their scores and they published them as an act of teacher-shaming.
He found 665 teachers from that New York Post data that actually had two scores.
She got fired, along with 205 other teachers, from the Washington, DC school district, even though she had great recommendations from her principal and the parents of her kids.
Even the ones I talked about for teachers and the public police, those were built by private companies and sold to the government institutions.
This is where the value-added model for teachers would fail immediately.
I now lead an amazing team of Cambodian social workers, nurses and teachers.
I switched from ink to chalk, because I got in trouble a lot with my teachers and my parents.
You have classmates, teachers, law enforcement officers, technologists, scientists, doctors, who are all scrambling to make sense of new realities when their social circles are broken.
And when people tell me, "Who's going to teach the teachers to teach the kids?"
I am very proud to say that I belong to a long line of magicians, from my teacher, Sophiline Cheam Shapiro, to her teachers who were stars in the royal palace, to the ancient dancers of Angkor and to the primal villagers from which the art form originally took life.
Thankfully, however, it was my teacher's teachers, Chea Samy, Soth Sam On and Chheng Phon, who would lead the revival of the art form from the ashes of war and genocide: one student, one gesture, one dance at a time.
How could they give teachers snapshots of insight to help them better focus their individualized learning?
When the teachers would ask questions, she'd be the first person to raise her hand.
It was a bargain that helped ensure I had a place to stay and food to eat; a bargain that won me praise of teachers and kin, strangers; a bargain that paid off big time, it seemed, when one day at 17, a man from Yale showed up at my high school to recruit me for Yale's football team.
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