Last night, a very cool thing happened. I finally fully realized what my friends and
family have been telling me – I don’t have to be in a classroom to teach. Intellectually and logically, this is a fact
I have always been aware of, but just yesterday I could actually accept the
emotional side of that coin.
As you know if you’ve been following me, I have been beating
myself up over this blog. But yesterday
I received a message from a former student about how he came across and read my
blog. Therefore, he felt inspired to
start his own online writing. Before
sharing the link to his new blogspot, he made note of how he carried absolutely
no prior knowledge of my being quite so funny.
See, I told any potential haters I didn’t talk this kind of shit while
teaching.
He further shared that I had been an “awesome” teacher, even
admitting his own guilt in the reality that his grades were not typically an
accurate reflection of the quality of my teaching. He said he possessed a lot of anger and
frustration regarding the general state of the world today. Through my own example, which I have been condemning
myself for, he realized what a wonderful resource writing would be to express his
perspective, ultimately enabling him to be a more mentally positive
person. If others can discover the
wonder of writing through my random and ridiculous words, then I am teaching and this makes me feel
fulfilled and fabulous.
The pride I felt from that brief message is immeasurable,
and rings familiar of another boastful teaching moment. Okay, truth be told I have been trying to
figure out a way to brag about the following on my blog for quite some time
now.
My students stood on
their desks. They stood on their
desks, and I felt absolutely honored.
You may be confused right now assuming that I just have really poor
classroom management skills. But, stay
with me here. It was the senior’s final
day of high school, and they all knew it was to be (not my decision) my last
year with the district. The bell rang at its regular time and I promptly had my
head down and mind wrapped up in assessing a student essay, given all the work
to be done at the end of the year. I
heard one of the students say, “Wow. She’s
not even noticing.” It was then I looked
up to see each student standing erect atop his or her desk, and thanking me for
my service and dedication by announcing: “Oh Captain! My Captain!”
If you don’t understand the impact of this moment, you have
likely never witnessed Robin Williams’ brilliant performance in the moving film
Dead Poet’s Society. (If you’re not
an English geek like me, this also alludes to a Walt Whitman work.) I was their
Professor Keating – the one who taught them not only about literature, but
life. I am the one whose passion would not be tucked away behind a blazer and
firm face, even if others would have wished it that way.
So, damn my old desk and curse that classroom. I don’t need either to make a
difference. I am teaching. I am teaching, and today’s lesson is that I rule.
Love this.... :)
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