While I was in Salt Lake City, I also got to meet with two of my former students at Baylor: David Corbett and Craig Pankratz.
My vocation has me in three different but related roles: teacher, writer, and advocate. At this precise moment, I'm a writer. Working with Weldon, I was an advocate. But what brings me the deepest satisfaction is often the teaching part-- especially when I get to see my students thrive. Seeing David and Craig and hearing about their success brought me great joy, not that different from my joy at Weldon's freedom. Both make my heart sing.
Let's haiku this week about teachers and students. We all have been one or both, after all!
Here, I will go first:
I was faking it
That first day at Baylor Law;
Then a hand went up.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 formula and have some fun!
When it all works right:
ReplyDeleteYou make me feel like dancing,
dance the hour away.
Old Mrs. Motley
ReplyDeleteMrs. Blair and Mrs. Link
In truth, Twenty three.
Miz Jaseckas. Fourth
ReplyDeletegrade. Opened the world for me.
Made me who I am.
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ReplyDeleteBelief and self-doubt.
ReplyDeleteJanus' wheat and tares compete.
Teacher harvests faith.
Mr. Gregg: Tweed jackets
ReplyDeleteFaux English accent; great love
Of ancient history
Timothy Johnson
ReplyDeleteHe made the Constitution
Alive; Compelling.
Law school me, dazed,
ReplyDeleteConfused,, and hot for teacher.
She made learning fun.
Stanley Campbell, June
ReplyDeleteSmith, Rachel Moore taught well AND
gave me wings to think.
Sandra M. Dogstar
ReplyDeleteTold us she taught hot yoga
She was quite limber.
Gray-haired professor
ReplyDeleteHeadbanging to The Ting Tings
Before the bell rings
Mr. Funk: warnings ‘bout
ReplyDeletevertical impressions of
hor-zontal desires
Prof Nathan Scott taught
ReplyDeleteExistentialism course.
Famous, he lectured--
Imposing, deep voice--
Smoked under No Smoking sign,
Authority? Hah.
She ruled the class from
ReplyDeletewheelchair with thick arthritic
Cudgel fingers,I
Was her student teacher.
White,teaching black poetry
Burnt incense in
Her coffee cup.I
Played Sonny Terry,Brownie McGhee
HELL to pay. tasted Sanka. Screams!
I OWE,HER THE WORLD
ReplyDeleteShe had a mustache
And eyebrows that shook hands.She
Knew every nuance
Of the English Language.
Every book ever written
Laughed loud like a freight train.
She was flexible
Adored diversity in
Students, the eau de vie.
Bald with a faint crew cut
ReplyDeleteHe served up parts of speech and
Tense verbs like Guinness stew
The eighth graders ate
And didn't wish for Twinkies.
His humor was suspect.
My,but that took a lot out of me!
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