Two-Sided Mirror
When I was in the classroom, teaching full-time,
I would dream of all the ways I could fail at
teaching: walking into class unprepared, without
my copies, without a plan. Or failing to resolve
a conflict, stop a fight, calm an angry kid, or
God forbid, letting the whole mess of them run
amuck while I search for the book that was right
here, and the principal shaking her head from the
doorway, and every student a different form of
interruption, which never happened, of course,
at least not in that way or to that extent. I was
competent enough. And now, ten years removed
from the classroom, when I dream about teaching,
I am brilliant and well-loved. An inspiration to all.
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