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I hate treadmills. I can’t stand the idea of them. I’m not a big fan of jogging either, but every few months a year I’ll catch a three, four, or six week wave where I’ll go outside on a consistent basis and get some miles in. But running in place. Fam, I’m just not inclined to do that.

I know why, too. I need tangible proof attached to my exercising to feel better about myself. A sweaty t-shirt and a minute marker don’t do much for me. I need to win or lose basketball games, lift a certain amount of…


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I’m tired. And it’s not because I’ve almost entirely lost interest in continuing on with the flawed form of teaching we call remote learning or emergency education. Losing interest is merely a symptom of the deeper anguish I feel from simply Being. I’m tired because every time I open my eyes I’ve become conditioned, sadly, to open my Instagram. When I scroll, despite seeing wonderful resources for community healing or support for a collective anti-racist mood, I am bombarded with the reminder of why the images in the little squares or the 15-second clips are saturated with sentiments of what…


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I have grown accustomed to ordering books off of Amazon, but on this Sunday, I felt compelled to step inside a bookstore. I have this thing with that space: it functions as a restorative outlet to me. When my day to day gets too tenuous and I feel gripped by the mundane triviality of life that inevitably comes with that monotony, I visit one. I may buy a book, or two, or four. Sometimes, I just peruse new titles and leave when I feel satisfied. Bookstores are somewhere between hitting the reset button and therapy for me. …


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Way back in the day, I remember a friend on my street, Sasha, who had a unicycle. We would be riding our bicycles around the block and he would be with us on his unicycle. He could do all the things we did on our bikes, like ride with no hands, and stand with one foot on one pedal and the other dangling in the air. Whenever we felt like it, we would try out his unicycle. He would explain to us how to balance and pedal but none of us ever figured out the small nuances of staying upright…


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I wonder if almost every teacher was an A+ student as a child. Or if the majority of folks who become teachers do so because school came easy to them; learning, following instructions, the entire process. Or if, at a young age, they internalized the precedency of conforming to institutional structure. And when they finally got the opportunity to stand at the front of their own classroom, I wonder if regurgitating all of what they had learned to regurgitate was even a conscious decision. I wonder how these questions influence the decisions I make in my professional life as an…


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The transition from the predominantly white elementary school I attended to the largely marginalized middle school was the closest thing to culture shock this “native son” ever experienced. I can recall only ever seeing a handful of other Black bodies in that entire school building from the first grade to the sixth. I thought about getting my hair cut like Jonathon Taylor Thomas, Nick Carter, and the other teen bop celebrities of the ’90s. …


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Do you think suspensions disproportionally target certain bodies?

The hallways on the main floor of my high school resembled the outline of a square with adjacent hallways sprouting off of each corner of that central square. One day, right after the lunch bell rang, I was casually strolling this thoroughfare — you know, buying time before I actually had to be in class, hoping to run into a friend, a female, or a fight. Anything to keep me distracted from the slightly conscious reality of feeling like I somehow didn’t belong in this space; at least not in the way I wanted to be included. I happened to…


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I’m tired. And it’s not because I’ve almost entirely lost interest in continuing on with the flawed form of teaching we call remote learning or emergency education. Losing interest is merely a symptom of the deeper anguish I feel from simply Being. I’m tired because every time I open my eyes I’ve become conditioned, sadly, to open my Instagram. When I scroll, despite seeing wonderful resources for community healing or support for a collective anti-racist mood, I am bombarded with the reminder of why the images in the little squares or the 15-second clips are saturated with sentiments of what…


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I asked my students this question on our Google classroom the other day. I didn’t post it as an “assignment”. I simply asked the question on a Monday afternoon around 1 pm and told them to share their thoughts. Within a few hours, I had 21 replies. That is more than the number of students that actually come to my weekly Google meetings, if I’m keeping it real. Ironically, it seemed as though they felt that engaging with this question was more engaging than the meetings we have or the work I actually assign. I asked them because when I…


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Words are important. Terms, even more so. Over the past month, I’ve heard our current state of education referred to by many different monikers — online education, distance learning, remote content delivery. Folks have been quick to point out that what we have transitioned into is not e-Learning. Cool, I won’t call it that, although I am not versed enough to distinguish where exactly the molehill becomes the mountain on that one. What I do know is that we are unfortunately compelled to roll out our own forms of e-Learning. And under these circumstances, we can forget about parading around…

Matthew R. Morris

Educator, blogger, speaker, and Anti-Racism activist. The blog, www.matthewrmorris.com speaks to aspects of race, culture, and education.

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