In a traditional sense, a teacher’s work is designated to the classroom and all of its practical extensions: grading, maintaining Powerschool, comments, accounting for assignments that come in late (why am I never on top of this?) communicating with parents and instructional support, attending meetings, keeping track of advisee’s various extra-academic graduation requirements. I am not especially good at any of these.
Sometimes teaching feels like accounting. This is not to say that the items I listed above aren’t important and necessary or that accounting is somehow a lesser field. I don’t believe any field of work is lesser than another. I look at the tasks above as items of maintenance to teaching, secondary to the work of thinking, discussing, reading, and writing with young people. However, maintenance seems to consume me this year more than any other year. I could just be in a new stage of teacherly imbalance. So here is an attempt to look outward from the walls of my class….
Last year we wrote “This I Believe” essays as part of a unit on personal writing. On his own initiative, one of my students submitted his piece to the NPR website, and it was published. This is a link to his essay which, from a student’s perspective, speaks to the issues of balance and passion. http://thisibelieve.org/essay/82813/
If you’re local to Yarmouth, you’ll recognize the photo at the top of this post. Two of the guys in the band–the Low Flying Airplanes– were some of the sharpest students I’ve had in ten years of teaching. Their strengths come not from always doing everything right and following all the rules and expectations…counting the beans, if you will, but from being creative and productive. I am working on it.