As many of you know, I work in the Bronx NYC. I travel almost 56 miles each way to go to work. I get up at 3 am every morning and guess what, I love it. I wish for it to be different. I am thinking about relocating back to the City. But I love my work. I love the product and the process of my students’ ability to create. And it is not easy. The other day some of my students, actually 3 of them on a 5th grade class, when I gave them modeling clay decided that it was cool to make dildos. I freaked out and I broked, Yet I was disable to let them understand the beauty of creating beyond TV pedagogy, rap and pop culture. I have a 5th grader that scream sex for attention and I am weary that she can not see the fact that the odds are against her, and will be against her for years to come. Yet when I get to reach those that listen, I am surprised, cause they surpass my expectations. I have award winners, sensitive creative and beautifully crafted human entities that got the message. So here are some of the product. I am proud.

Third grader award winner

Fourth grader award winner

Fifth grader award winner