As I begin my journey to Philladelphia my head is swimming. ISTE has long been a conference I've wanted to attend but never could. In the past it always seemed to fall during the last week of school, a week I could never miss. This year it comes immediately as the school year ends.
A lot of my students go away to sleep-away summer camp. I never did as a child. The past few weeks I've heard countless tales of the bus rides, the cabins, the friendships, the excitement, tha anticipation. The fun. As ISTE has approached I started to feel much the same way. Eagerly awaiting the moment my train pulls away from Penn Station headed to Philly...