How Oz!

Speaking of boxes, our students are really just little munchkins who, hiding amongst the flowers, have long been waiting for a big box to slam down on their ugly old grammar teacher witch, and wait, as well, for that witch’s sister to melt. 

They have been waiting for a little dog, someone, anyone, to pull back the illusory curtain of how we learn languages, and to show them how to really do so, which is as easy as clicking one’s heals together and wishing for a story. Imagine that!

I have a message to all witches: look down the road. You will see a lion named Blaine, a Dorothy named Susie, a tin man named Jason, and a scarecrow named Joe, skipping arm in arm in your direction.

Here they come, skipping with joy down the yellow brick roads of their careers, revealing the gold, the pure gold, that gives the yellow color to the bricks. This is the TPRS road, and we invite all teachers to try a skip or two. You might like it! Better than monkeying around!

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