I am a teacher. I'm a teacher? Every day these words run through my mind, and every time they do, I think back upon those English teachers who have gone before--Mrs. Lawrence and Mrs. Weidler and Professors Vanden Bosch and Vande Koppel and Saupe--greats who taught me to love the English language and inspire my imagination. But more often than not, I feel like Anne Shirley of Green Gables than I do anything else. I too teach literature and composition, spelling and grammar in creative (and some would say foolhardy) ways; I too was thrust into unforeseen circumstances and prevailed, but more importantly, I too wear long skirts and have red hair that I pile on top of my head from time to time. Now, all I need is my Gilbert.
Friday, 7 December 2012
Teaching
I am a teacher. I'm a teacher? Every day these words run through my mind, and every time they do, I think back upon those English teachers who have gone before--Mrs. Lawrence and Mrs. Weidler and Professors Vanden Bosch and Vande Koppel and Saupe--greats who taught me to love the English language and inspire my imagination. But more often than not, I feel like Anne Shirley of Green Gables than I do anything else. I too teach literature and composition, spelling and grammar in creative (and some would say foolhardy) ways; I too was thrust into unforeseen circumstances and prevailed, but more importantly, I too wear long skirts and have red hair that I pile on top of my head from time to time. Now, all I need is my Gilbert.
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Relying on our past teachers for our present help-- def know that feeling! x
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