Thursday, February 11, 2010
I am sitting on my lunch break at work, eating a sandwich comprised of low-sodium turkey, greens, Harvarti cheese, tomatoes, peppers and basil leaves while I am typing. I can hear the teacher across the hallway getting frustrated with his student on a math lesson involving addition and I am thankful for my current position which allows me the freedom to choose the content of my lessons. My last class just created fantastic pencil drawing portraits of Thurgood Marshall which we will watercolor next week. It is not difficult to draw students attention when doing art. Children have a natural inclination to be imaginative which is often suppressed by outside forces including certain methods of pedagogy as teachers are constrained to force information down students throats in order to meet the demands of a pacing schedule or an upcoming standardized test. I remember well the weight of knowing that much of my many students educations were determined by me when all other supports in this endeavor where lacking. I do feel really proud of my eight years of teaching and the hard work and long hours given above and beyond school time to give my students the best education I could provide them. Most teachers I know work tirelessly like this and are either grouchy about it or still find a way to laugh. It is hard for any one to imagine the task of responsibility a teacher has when facing 20-30 young minds who are in their hands for more time than most children spend with their parents. There is a place in heaven for teachers some say, but I like to hope that that place of honor could be also realized here in this country.