Sunday, May 23, 2010
Someday I'll be 
"I didn't call myself anything. I was more than a teacher. And less. In the high school classroom you are a drill sergeant, a rabbi, a shoulder to cry on, a disciplinarian, a singer, a low-level scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counselor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, a collaborator, a tap dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, a bookkeeper, a critic, a psychologist, the last straw."
- An excerpt from "Teacher Man" by Frank McCourt
Writing, multiplication, division, P.E., poetry, terrariums, fractions, perimeter, area, children's rights, fairy tales, germination, soccer, basketball and all the other stuff in between.
On Friday, I was coaching a girl on how to calculate the area of a composite shape while her classmate hovered over us with his worksheet waiting for his turn.
"I bet you didn't think it would be this hard to be a teacher," she remarked, a Grade 5 student with all her years of wisdom.
And so, a glimpse into what I have been doing for the last month-
Writing, multiplication, division, P.E., poetry, terrariums, fractions, perimeter, area, children's rights, fairy tales, germination, soccer, basketball and all the other stuff in between.
On Friday, I was coaching a girl on how to calculate the area of a composite shape while her classmate hovered over us with his worksheet waiting for his turn.
"I bet you didn't think it would be this hard to be a teacher," she remarked, a Grade 5 student with all her years of wisdom.
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