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Chanea Bond
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(shuh-NAY) • The Madwoman in the Classroom • nationally recognized, award winning literacy educator • teacher-scholar • mom • your favorite teacher’s favorite English teacher • doc student • #heymrsbond 💛 • she/her
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Wanna read some of the best writing I did in my first semester of doctoral school?

It’ll surprise no one that this is my response to an article about the potential for AI use in education 😂😩
Al use compromises the systematic process of inquiry by collapsing cognitive processes. Because Al automates these tasks and subverts these processes, learners lose engagement in the inquiry cycle altogether. Al cannot be conscious, curious, questioning, or reflective; the use of Al often mirrors, but ultimately subverts, a human's role and responsibility to engage with content in human ways that promote learning and growth. Human cognitive abilities that "integrate conceptual understanding and real-world context, GenAl operates primarily through algorithms that predict the next data sequence" (Henricksen, 2025, p. 75). AI is completely disconnected from the real-world and has no responsibility (or ability) to respect context, ethics, or values. When Al generates an answer, it does so without grasping context, specifically the context that surrounds students and their identities. Al is neither in community nor conversation with anyone. Sidorkin acknowledges that AI lacks "the relational sphere, which is essential for learning motivation," meaning it cannot actually understand a student's need for support in any given moment (Sidorkin, 2024, p. 4). Al's outputs are necessarily decontextualized; they are generic solutions attempting application to specific situations. Education demands the opposite: educators must develop and practice Henricksen's practical wisdom in order to adapt their practice to the needs of their specific educational communities. AI systematically undermines the need for specificity and context by offering algorithmic answers that ignore the very specificity necessary to make lasting educational impact. The three core principles of ethical practice explored in Rallis and Rossman's (2012) text are "respect for persons, beneficence, and justice" (p. 63). Ethical inquiry demands that practitioners honor the relational, iterative struggle through which wisdom and learning develop. When Al collapses the inquiry cycle, it violates the foundational obli…
November 28, 2025 at 5:54 PM
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As one of the people who could not help approaching @biblioracle.bsky.social and expressing to him how much his work has shaped my pedagogy, this reflection sums up my experience from #NCTE25.

Students and teachers crave more and AI cannot and will not be sufficient to fulfill those needs.
As I reflect on the whole thing, my belief that this is all students want, to be seen, to be recognized. The primary, perhaps the only way to be recognized in school contexts is through grades, but I know students need and desire so much more. It’s clear that interfacing with bots is not going to do anything to fulfill those needs.
November 24, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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My #NCTE25 experience is going to look a little different than last year. I’ve committed to two sessions and I believe in both of them with my whole heart. I’m excited to be in community with @sheathescholar, Scott, and anybody looking to tell the truth.
DARING TO DREAM WITH TA-NEHISI COATES'S THE MESSAGE ON TEACHING & TRUTH-TELLING SCOTT BAYER & CHANEA BOND SATURDAY, 11/22/25 2:45 PM - 4:00 PM MILE HIGH BALLROOM 3A We Promise It's Possible: Dreaming, Teaching, and Affirming LGBTQIA+ Youth in [Deep] South Literacy Classrooms Join Chanea Bond and shea wesley martin for an interactive session in which they share lessons from the field, practical strategies, and resources for creating liberatory, LGBTO+ affirming classrooms in a sociopolitical landscape marred by restrictive legislation and violence. Join us for a morning of dreaming, connection, and strategizing ways to navigate this moment in community. Friday, 11/21 9:30 - 10:45 A.M. Mile High Ballroom 3A Colorado Convention Center Chanea Bond Cheymrsbond shea wesley martin @sheathescholar
November 18, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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Happy annual Sobbing while Watching Coco Day to those who celebrate
Miguel singing to Mama Coco Coco singing to mama Coco Miguel realizing that Mama Coco sees him Mama coco seeing her parents 😭
November 2, 2025 at 2:25 AM
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I thought I was holding it together.
I didn’t think they could tell.

Working in a politically regressive state during a takeover of my district while my marriage falls apart takes its toll and that shows up in my classroom. That initially filled me with a deep sense of shame and disappointment. +
Dear Ms. Bond I noticed how stressed you've been feeling lately, especially with how the situation with education has been But despite all of these overwhelming emotions, l can see how much effort you put into your teaching, and also into us. I know I dont speak much in your class, but I want you to understand how appreciated you are. For me, personally, you've helped my love for English and literature grow. I look forward to your class because you genuinely enrich my mind with all of your knowledge that you give. One day, I wish to become a teacher. too, and impact eclucation the same way that you do. You are the teacher l aspire to become, Ms. Bond. You have positively impacted many Students, and we are all thankful for your prescence here at school I hope you never let any circumstances prevent you from continuing to be the caring, eventric, and down to Earth person that you are. wich love.
November 1, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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Just an English teacher and education doctoral student spending Saturday afternoon at the library trying to figure out how to format in text citations in APA

😭😭😭
Chanea, masked in front of books at the library
November 1, 2025 at 8:02 PM
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I started following @dan-sinnamon.bsky.social 14 hours ago. I immediately purchased this ebook, and I’ve ordered a physical copy.

From the first section alone, I can tell this book will be consequential in teaching grades 9-16, my mentoring of new ELA teachers, and my work as a doctoral student.
Close Reading for the Twenty-First Century Edited by Dan Sinykin and Johanna Winant
November 1, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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Cutie pie little freshman has to leave English class because her mechanical baby wouldn’t stop crying; she is flustered and frustrated. I took the baby, rock-and-walked him, changed his diaper, and his mama got to learn about context clues!

It takes a village. 😂😭
Chanea holding a machine baby
October 29, 2025 at 10:59 PM
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Being in a doctoral program is giving me language and context for pedagogy I continue to develop in my own professional sphere. It's really cool and enlightening to read about my own pedagogical roots and have language to describe what's missing as far as implementation in the classroom in 2025.
Concept map of the “radical” curriculum tradition
October 26, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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They scrawled in blood,

“six seven.”
pbs.teachers Message Hey teachers! ' We want to hear your spookiest story — in just six words. We'll go first, "Thought it was Friday. It's Tuesday." Your turn! Drop your 6-word scare in the comments!
October 24, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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One frustrating thing about working and grading on paper is that toddlers dgaf about bluebook midterms 😂😭
Blue book exam with splotches of strawberry donut on it that says “my toddler grabbed this with a donut in his hand. I’m so sorry.” In my handwriting
October 12, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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My favorite professor in undergrad, Dr. @helenemeyers.bsky.social, is the best example of ‘English teacher leading a discussion’ I’ve ever seen and I work hard every single day to live up to her level of knowledge and enthusiasm in my own classroom 😍😂

The children really know us 😂
October 12, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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Do you have these? Let’s match!
Women’s purple garden bib overalls
October 11, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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Ma’am.
Purple gardening bib overalls
October 11, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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Grateful to @poetrichardblanco.bsky.social for “My Father in English.”

As a Texas teacher in 2025, exposing students to stories of folks who made sacrifices that will impact generations of their family feels especially important.

(Shared with permission from the student)
Now my most favorite lines are "thank you/gracias for surrendering the past tense/ of your life so that I might conjugate myself here/in the present of this country" (lines 29-31). Those are words I wish to tell my parents one day due to them giving up their life in Mexico to be able to create my life here in the US. They gave me more than what they ever had growing up and I will always be forever grateful.
October 9, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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This is happening now!!!
SIGMA GAMMA RHO SORORITY. INC. ZETA ALPHA SIGMA ALUMNAE CHAPTER Proudly serving College Park/East Point & the cities that comprise of South Fulton, Clayton, Cobb, & Douglas counties since 1985! Censorship is so ZORA HURSTON 1984 A Panel Discussion About Literacy, Banned Books, and Censorship PANELISTS 105: BOVS PATRICIA THOMAS Instructional Media & Instructional Technology Specialist CHANEA BOND English Educator HOLLY BROWN Media Specialist DR. TIFFENI FONTNO Director of Peabody Library OCTOBER 8, 2025 7PM EST JOIN US AT BIT.LY/ZASBANNEDBOOKS CLASS ZETAALPHASIGMA. ORG
October 8, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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I feel like I’ve been drowning lately; there are fewer and fewer pockets of air.

So when @msespo.bsky.social asked if she could send me this book, I was touched and grateful. Both Christine and Nikki Giovanni are pockets of air. 💛
Nikki Giovanni: the New book cover
October 8, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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Text that reads REPUBLICAN HOUSE. REPUBLICAN SENATE. REPUBLICAN WHITE HOUSE. REPUBLICAN SHUTDOWN.
October 3, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Vivienne (7.68), my daughter, sat me down because she HAD to show me what she learned yesterday at school.

Quintessential childhood milestone unlocked 😂
6 line “s” drawn
October 1, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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Someone on Threads was going on about how schools don’t teach useful skills like how to email, so I figured I could share this graphic again.
How to Email A step-by-step guide to sending an email Subject line Next to the word subject, write a 2-5 word summary of your email "Missing grade" "Assignment question" "Absent today" Begin with a greeting (In the body of your email) Hello! Good afternoon! Dear Teacher Last Name, Make your point + add relevant details "I am writing because..." "I don't understand..." '...I have already tried" ...I remember when you said.." Closing (One line below the body) Have a good day! Cheers! Best wishes. Regards, Sign your name This is a great time to let the recipient know the name you'd like to be called! Send + Check for a reply 48-72 hours after you hit send, check for a reply (if a response is necessary!) Reply if the sender expects a response from you. - Chanea Bond
September 29, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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Hey! Teaching is the pits, so I’m ISO some good DEI jobs! www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8S3EbTV/
September 28, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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Audre Lorde wrote, “Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action.”

Assata Shakur embodied this.
The tradition part 1 Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry on the tradition. There were Black People since the childhood of time who carried it on. In Ghana and Mali and Timbuktu we carried it on. Carried on the tradition. We hid in the bush when the slavemasters came holding spears. And when the moment was ripe, leaped out and lanced the lifeblood of would-be masters. We carried it on. On slave ships, hurling ourselves into oceans. Slitting the throats of our captors. We took their whips. And their ships. Blood flowed in the Atlantic— and it wasn't all ours. We carried it on. Fed Missy arsenic apple pies. Stole the axes from the shed. Went and chopped off master's head. We ran. We fought. We organized a railroad. An underground. We carried it on. In newspapers. In meetings. In arguments and streetfights. We carried it (The tradition part 2) In tales told to children. In chants and cantatas. In poems and blues songs and saxophone screams, We carried it on. In classrooms. In churches. In courtrooms. In prisons. We carried it on. On soapboxes and picket lines. Welfare lines, unemployment lines. Our lives on the line, We carried it on. In sit-ins and pray-ins And march-ins and die-ins, We carried it on. On cold Missouri midnights Pitting shotguns against lynch mobs. On burning Brooklyn streets. Pitting rocks against rifles, We carried it on. Against water hoses and bulldogs. Against nightsticks and bullets. Against tanks and tear gas. Needles and nooses. Bombs and birth control. We carried it on. In Selma and San Juan. Mozambique. Mississippi. In Brazil and in Boston, We carried it on. Through the lies and the sell-outs. The mistakes and the madness. Through pain and hunger and frustration, We carried it on. Carried on the tradition. Carried a strong tradition. Carried a proud tradition. (The tradition part 3) Carried a Black tradition. Carry it on. Pass it down to the children. Pass it down. Carry it on. Carry it on now. Carry it on TO FREEDOM!
September 28, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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Assata Shakur’s autobiography is brilliant, and I encourage everyone to spend some time with her poems. My best friend Tim teaches Affirmation every year to high school freshmen and it sticks with them heavy for years.
CULTURE i must confess that waltzes do not move me. i have no sympathy for symphonies. i guess i hummed the Blues too early, and spent too many midnights out wailing to the rain. LOVE Love is contraband in Hell, cause love is an acid that eats away bars. But you, me, and tomorrow hold hands and make vows that struggle will multiply. The hacksaw has two blades. The shotgun has two barrels. We are pregnant with freedom. We are a conspiracy. ASSATA 240 CURRENT EVENTS i understand that i am slightly out of fashion. The in-crowd wants no part of me. Someone said that i am too sixties Black. Someone else told me i had failed to mellow. It is true i have not straightened back my hair. Nor rediscovered maybelline. And it is also true that i still like African things, like statues and dresses and PEOPLE. And it is also true that struggle is foremost in my mind. And i still rap about discipline— my anger has not run away. And i still can't stand ole el dorado. And i still can't dig no one and one. And i still don't dig no roka fellas. And i call a pig a pig. And a party, to my thinking, happens only once in a while. Anyway, i'm really kind of happy being slightly out of style. AFFIRMATION I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of the eyes. I believe in rain and tears. And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life. And i have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth, sculpting mud bodies in its path. I have seen the destruction of the daylight, and seen bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blind and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson. I have walked on cut glass. I have eaten crow and blunder bread and breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless. Handcuffed by the haters. Gagged by the greedy. And, if i know any thing at all, it's that a wall is just a wall and nothing more at all. It can be broken down. I believe in living. I believe in birth. I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth. And i believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, seasick sailors, can still be guided home to port.
September 28, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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But WAIT

this poem by Jacqueline Woodson is so beautiful!

#PoetryPeople @thevogelman.bsky.social @marcusluther.bsky.social
Dear Future Ones oulder Jacqueline Woodson Dear Future Ones who do not understand an old woman puzzling over January crocuses and the delicate shoots of tulips poking through winter leaves Winter leaves us questioning the absence of snow. A headshake, a sigh, a mind turning inside the past: Twenty years on this planet and my daughter can count snowstorms lived through on a single hand. Oh Dear Future Ones, I apologize for decades of Styrofoam lunches eaten happily because the world would always be the way I knew it as a child. I apologize from tin cans thrown into trashcans. For the many years I loved helium-filled mylar balloons. I apologize for the time I bought an expensive deodorant, desired because I could spray it instead ofFrolling it on. I apologize for the magical thinking that led me to believe this world as I knew it would always be here and bred you into with my mind on other freedoms cuz how many dreams of freedom can a single body hold now old, you see me back bent and frowning grateful for iceless sidewalks all winter long and terrified. Oh Dear Future Ones. You do not know a world that isn't already burning, a time when flowers bloomed in seasons we understood (Because once there were seasons here in New York). Once snow barricaded me into my childhood home. Brooklyn. Blizzard of 78. We waited, my siblings and I, gleefully imagining a June thaw the four of us skeletons heartbreakingly remembered. We're history, we said. As though we already knew what was coming. As though, Future Ones, we already saw you out there reading about us and remembering snow.
September 22, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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Jericho Brown gets it
Labor I spent what light Saturday sent sweating And learned to cuss cutting grass for women Kind enough to say they couldn't tell the damned Difference between their mowed lawns And their vacuumed carpets just before Handing over a five-dollar bill rolled tighter Than a joint and asking me in to change A few lightbulbs. I called those women old Because they wouldn't move out of a chair Without my help or walk without a hand At the base of their backs. I called them Old, and they must have been; they're all dead Now, dead and in the earth I once tended. The loneliest people have the earth to love And not one friend their own age— only Mothers to baby them and big sisters to boss Them around, women they want to please And pray for the chance to say please to. I don't do that kind of work anymore. My job Is to look at the childhood I hated and say I once had something to do with my hands. Jericho Brown
September 20, 2025 at 3:03 PM