Really! Thirty-one years.
This, the 32nd year of this great experiment, and I continue to tweak and tighten my teaching. Those in the know have long realized that a teacher never "arrives", that we never experience mastery in this profession. I suppose that's because there is certainly a human factor to our job. We don't assemble our products on the conveyor in a standardized line. Here are some observations:
- Our products have names.
- Our products have souls.
- Our products have flaws.
- Our products come packed with history.
- Our products come to us with appetite.
- Our products are not lessons forged from ore discovered in data mines.
- Our products are more than graphite on paper.
- Our products have tremendous potential energy.
- Our products require occasional troubleshooting.
- Our products move on their own, think on their own, and make decisions on their own.
- Our products cannot be bought on the open market.
- Our products are both consumers and producers.
- Our products have tremendous potential to succeed, but only after they fail.
- Our products are precious and fragile.
- Our products affect other products.
- Our products do not come to us under warranty.
- Our products grow and adapt.
- Our products are sentient beings.
On and on we could go, filling the pages of a book with thoughts concerning our students. At this time of the year, I tend to have double vision: I look back at over three decades of elementary students, and I look forward to tomorrow.
We're all a little apprehensive.
Nervous.
Anxious.
Are you ready?