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Eheu. I will not be attending Shaun of the Dead on Thursday, as I must coach grown persons in the fine art of diagramming sentences. Is this not taught in grammar school nowadays? Apparently not; the LIN 406 students called for an extra discussion session to go over parsing and other issues in preparation for this weeks' final. I enjoy diagramming, certainly; it's a relaxing and diverting activity (and my brain seems to take to it well). But I'd much rather be nibbling on salty popcorn goodness and watching zombies' heads explode.
On the contrary, first grade is treating me well this year. I love my students, and Ms. B—'s Bookworms have a really powerful classroom culture. Our morning cheer sums it up nicely. ( Read more... ) I don't know whether or not to stay in teaching for a while longer before moving on. This year has been fabulous so far, and I feel that I'm growing as an educator in many ways. Changing the lives and prospects of 20+ disadvantaged students (and their families) per year is an opportunity that should not be undertaken or relinquished lightly. But do I really want to spend my evenings away from my family for the next year, taking courses that don't speak to my inner predilections, in order to clear my credential? What I really want is simply to care for my critters, teach my (future) little ones the aleph-bet, read literature in the original, discuss it with peers, and work in my garden. Amicus Plato, sed magis amica veritas. Unfortunately, seeking truth doesn't come with a salary.
On the contrary, first grade is treating me well this year. I love my students, and Ms. B—'s Bookworms have a really powerful classroom culture. Our morning cheer sums it up nicely. ( Read more... ) I don't know whether or not to stay in teaching for a while longer before moving on. This year has been fabulous so far, and I feel that I'm growing as an educator in many ways. Changing the lives and prospects of 20+ disadvantaged students (and their families) per year is an opportunity that should not be undertaken or relinquished lightly. But do I really want to spend my evenings away from my family for the next year, taking courses that don't speak to my inner predilections, in order to clear my credential? What I really want is simply to care for my critters, teach my (future) little ones the aleph-bet, read literature in the original, discuss it with peers, and work in my garden. Amicus Plato, sed magis amica veritas. Unfortunately, seeking truth doesn't come with a salary.
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