I was talking with a colleague the other day and she said,
“When I’m working harder than my kids are, something is wrong!”
Wow! A simple, but profound statement, seems to me. I wish she’d said this to me 19 years ago; I could have added it to my mental alarm list. I know I need to find a new tack when:
- I see fidgeting
- I hear whispering
- Eyes avoid contact with mine
- Hands are in the wrong places
- Confused looks surround me
- Stormy looks loom on the horizon
- Glazed eyes roam the ceiling
- Answers are far off the mark
- I feel my stomach clinch
- I notice my sweat glands are working
- AND I’M WORKING HARDER THAN MY STUDENTS!
Actually I think this may be the only alarm I need to have, because whenever I see fidgeting, hear whispering, miss eye contact, find hands in the wrong places, am surrounded by confused looks and stormy expressions, can’t find what’s so interesting on the ceiling, survey a bevy of incorrect responses, my stomach clenches and my hands sweat, then I AM ALREADY WORKING HARDER THAN MY STUDENTS!
Sorry, kids, for being so dense.
Thanks, MS. You are a wonderful, insightful teacher!
And thank God for colleagues who can teach us new things till the day we die.