I am a stew pot
more than a series of well defined burners -- the different components of my life are mingled together in a pot where some tastes are distinguishable, others are not.
school has started up again and this profession of teaching is astonishing in the ways that it leaks outside of the boundaries of the classroom.
it seems that to me, the longer you do it, the more integrated the acts of teaching become with yourself. my friend Dan the psychologist was talking to me the other day about how that lack of boundaries can be a dangerous place.
i agree.
the bummer is that as a dangerous place, its also a rewarding place. the students who i would call friends now -- after years of not being a "teacher" to them anymore....are people who are rewarding to know, interesting to learn about, fascinatingly unique and complex.
so one of the feelings of school starting is that all of the non-school parts of my life suddenly feel very "back burner"...
but....its time to get Jaelyn ready for her second day of kindergarten...
peace~
school has started up again and this profession of teaching is astonishing in the ways that it leaks outside of the boundaries of the classroom.
it seems that to me, the longer you do it, the more integrated the acts of teaching become with yourself. my friend Dan the psychologist was talking to me the other day about how that lack of boundaries can be a dangerous place.
i agree.
the bummer is that as a dangerous place, its also a rewarding place. the students who i would call friends now -- after years of not being a "teacher" to them anymore....are people who are rewarding to know, interesting to learn about, fascinatingly unique and complex.
so one of the feelings of school starting is that all of the non-school parts of my life suddenly feel very "back burner"...
but....its time to get Jaelyn ready for her second day of kindergarten...
peace~
1 Comments:
yeah, yeah...boring blog today, but i did notice the new link to your sister's web page. that is the most fascinating,profound web site I've ever come accross.
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