Nothing Up My Sleeves
How can I best describe the last day of classes for a teacher? You know that trick where the magician pulls the cloth out from the table and the settings remain perfectly in place. I don't believe that most people can do that trick. Try it. When you pull out the cloth, the crash will follow; I pretty much guarantee it. Imagine how the spoons and saucers feel. My guess is that they yearn to stay firmly on their marks, but someone just has to come along and pull out the cloth. I bet you they were only now becoming comfortable with the texture of this cloth they were set on just a heartbeat ago. That's how I feel as a teacher every year. Around August 19th, I make peace with the fact that my old cloth rests in a basket in a corner of the laundry room and I sit stacked in a kitchen cabinet. When I finally come to terms with this arrangement a new cloth and setting (which includes me) get placed on the table and we start all over again.
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 9:41 PM
2 Comments:
great post, which all dedicated teachers can appreciate
Thanks LG. I wonder... Perhaps connecting to the content and form of what I wrote has more to do with personality type than with being a dedicated teacher. I know some deeply commited teachers to whom this would read like Chinese. And I know some non-teachers that would "get" the way I experience and articulate this paradigm shift. The people that can appreciate it most are probably the souls/personalities similar to mine who are also teachers.
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