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Heidi Park
@heidijpark.bsky.social
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CPS science teacher (chemistry, sometimes physics), overall nerd. Fascinated by how students learn.

https://urbanscienceed.wordpress.com/
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Word wall for classroom 2 ☺️
August 22, 2025 at 7:19 PM
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Word wall for classroom 1. I kind of love it 😍 and honestly I forget how much HS kids still like doing artsy things even if they don’t actually say it (inspired by @mrtomrad.bsky.social and cult of pedagogy)
August 22, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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Going back to the Knowles Teacher Initiative annual conference for the first time in a minute, presenting on sustainability. The title of my part: “Meeting the human needs of your students (and yourself)”. (If you’re in PA that day, you can still register! knowlesteachers.org/annual-confe...)
Image with text: Knowles 2025 Annual Conference July 24, 2025 | Philadelphia, PA Knowles talks: Staying, Leaving, Returning: Reimagining what makes teaching sustainable. Moderator: Karen Ge | 2024 Teaching Fellow Presenters: Oryan Brown | 2022 Teaching Fellow & Heidi Park | Senior Fellow Knowles Teacher Initiative logo
July 14, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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Found this quote about hope today and just sitting with it.
Image with the quote “Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously headed for early success, but, rather, am ability to work for something because it is good, not just because it has a chance to succeed. -Vaclav Havel, Czech playwright and political leader”
March 16, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Reminding myself of @prisonculture.bsky.social’s thoughts on hope as a discipline from www.beyond-prisons.com/home/hope-is.... From 2018 but still so relevant.
Screenshot that reads “And so, I bowed down to that. I heard that many years ago and then I felt the sense of, Oh my god. That speaks to me as a philosophy of living, that hope is a discipline and that we have to practice it every single day. Because in the world which we live in, it’s easy to feel a sense of hopelessness, that everything is all bad all the time, that there is nothing going to change ever, that people are evil and bad at the bottom. It feels sometimes that it’s being proven in various, different ways, so I get that, so I really get that. I understand why people feel that way. I just choose differently. I choose to think a different way and I choose to act in a different way. I choose to trust people until they prove themselves untrustworthy.”
February 6, 2025 at 3:53 AM
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Attended an abstract art workshop this morning called “Release”.

There was an invitation to start with what draws us and then take opposite actions from our normal/default, which lead to this piece. A lot of sharp edges and harsh lines, but underneath there’s still softness and curves.
Abstract art made with paper, water soluble pastels, acrylic markers, sharpie, and glue. Swirls of teal and bronze under sharp triangular and other geometric shapes of silver and gold outlined in pink, with dots of orange and yellow and lines/swirls in black sharpie.
January 25, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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V’ahavta by Aurora Levins Morales.

www.auroralevinsmorales.com/blog/vahavta...
Screenshot of the start of the poem “V’ahavta” by Aurora Levins Morales: Say these words when you lie down and when you rise up, when you go out and when you return. In times of mourning and in times of joy. Inscribe them on your doorposts, embroider them on your garments, tattoo them on your shoulders, teach them to your children, your neighbors, your enemies, recite them in your sleep, here in the cruel shadow of empire: Another world is possible. Thus spoke the prophet Roque Dalton: All together they have more death than we, but all together, we have more life than they. There is more bloody death in their hands than we could ever wield, unless we lay down our souls to become them, and then we will lose everything. So instead, Screenshot continuing the poem “V’ahavta” by Aurora Levins Morales “imagine winning. This is your sacred task. This is your power. Imagine every detail of winning, the exact smell of the summer streets in which no one has been shot, the muscles you have never unclenched from worry, gone soft as newborn skin, the sparkling taste of food when we know that no one on earth is hungry, that the beggars are fed, that the old man under the bridge and the woman wrapping herself in thin sheets in the back seat of a car, and the children who suck on stones, nest under a flock of roofs that keep multiplying their shelter. Lean with all your being towards that day when the poor of the world shake down a rain of good fortune out of the heavy clouds, and justice rolls down like waters. Defend the world in which we win as if it were your child. It is your child. Defend it as if it were your lover. It is your lover.”
January 21, 2025 at 12:22 AM