Some days are great teaching days and some days are today. It's the day after Halloween and almost all of my students seemed angry, or frustrated, or grumpy, or non-responsive. My energy, non-sugar-dependent, wasn't much help. I couldn't seem to see the cloud to clear it. It's days like today that stress to me the importance of knowing oneself as a teacher. Over and over I failed to say the right thing, to find the right words, to open that creative door that would change the perspective to something new and productive.
And it's those words that point to the source of frustration: "...the right words...," "....productive." I am beholden to wishing to be a good teacher and it is terribly hard to drop that in the service of doing so. It's a catch I've yet to grasp. Perhaps I should try releasing. Sugar and its aftermath may just have to be stronger than me, and that's ok. We [children, myself, our interactions] are ever changing should we give ourselves the freedom to be.
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