The Important Questions
So, on the very first day I ever taught, I slid into my car
with my 18-inch miniskirt and parked on the north side of the school facing
what should have been the sunshine.
Instead, a huge, black cloud crowded the skies. During first hour and the annual class
meetings the power failed, and my new classroom (upstairs in the middle) went
totally dark. I remember my juniors were
reading a letter to the class from the teacher they had the year before. Thoughts and doubts pervaded my mind: Did they like her better than they did me? Was the darkness a sign that I was in the
wrong job? Would I be able to do this?
Answers have come in waves through the year. Through different attitudes and perceptions from
nearly every student, parent, and coworker, the message has remained the same
with teaching as it does with life. Some
people like us. Some people don’t. It is good to be able to tell the difference,
but it is vital to like ourselves. As
for the “dark sign?”---- nah… Even
though some days have been very dark indeed, the sparks of light that enter a
teacher’s soul are more than plenty to illuminate her years in active service
and I’m hoping, the years of retirement.
I will never forget the little glimpses of glory that have come to me
during the 37 years of teaching. Every
time a student has been proud, pleased, or appreciative of his work or of
another’s, I say a little hallelujah.
Teaching has been the heart of my life.
. . . .( interruption)
Two girls just ran in to see if my nails were painted blue
or lavendar. They were arguing at an assembly about it and ASKED permission to come ask me an"important question." These two cuties proceeded to show me
their fingernails and to strip off their foxy socks to show me their glorious toes, as well… Funny, that incident just made me cry a
little bit. I mean, seriously, after I
walk out of here May 16th, who will give a flying flip what color my
nails are?
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